Here's what I think Ash's days were like before he met Dru...
It had been three days since he was captured. Ash was hoping for a miracle by then, he didn't want to be here in the cold, dark cells of the vampire king's dungeons. They hadn't managed to get information out of him yet, but he was on the verge of giving up, losing hope in the world. There were footsteps coming down the corridor outside his prison cell. Ash sat bolt upright on the hard bed ready for whatever came through the door. He would do what he did everyday when they came and unlocked his silver chain to take him away, he would fight to get out of this miserable place and run back to the Order. The Order. Had they forgotten about him, did they even care that he was risking his life keeping information from Sergej and his army of Nosferat? The door clunked as the bar across it was lifted, then the locks clicked and the door screeched open. Ash cringed at the horrible sound and stood up from the bed. His chain rattled as he did and he crouched into an attack position ready to fight off the Nosferat. Their horrible smell burned his nose when they filled the room. They hissed and bared their long fangs that nearly touched their chins. The change bubbled through Ash making fur boil up over him and recede, his bones cracked but not change completely. A low thrumming growl came from him that deepened in the end; anyone with any sense at all would've backed off, but not these guys. They let out their own hiss-growls that rumbled from their chests. One hissed and lunged at Ash, He cleanly dodged the attack and wrapped his chain around the Leech's throat suffocating him, but not completely, they were hard to kill with bare hands. The Werewulf didn't see the next one come at him, he crushed Ash's torso with an iron grip that Ash was too weak to get out of. The wulf let go of the Vampire he was trying to strangle and gave in to the other one. He was unlocked from the chain that kept him attached to the wall so he didn't escape and was dragged out of the room against his will, he struggled to get free but he knew it was hopeless. The hallways were dark, as usual; these guys never liked the bright lights. They turned a corner into another room; one of the vampires locked the door behind them and helped buckle Ash's arms into chains that were welded onto the concrete wall. He knew what would happen next, Sergej, the Vampire king he liked to be known as, would come in and beat Ash to get information out of him. They had done this for too long, Ash wasn't being fed so his torture wounds wouldn't heal at their normal rate. He was weak and couldn't fight off the Vampires for much longer. As if just thinking his name summoned him, Sergej came through the door and stood in the door way. His curly hair neatly planted on his head, his sharp features made him look like a god and he was too handsome to be real. Any women would want him; no wonder Sergej had a history of fathering many kin. The old Vampire who looked only sixteen appeared in front of Ash in a heartbeat. The wulf hung his head low, not wanting to make eye contact with the creature. He heard a chuckle that sounded like death warmed up.
"Losing hope are we?" Sergej breathed his disgusting breath in Ash's face. His expression darkened when Ash didn't answer. The Vampire whacked him across his already beaten face. "Answer me when I acknowledge you!" he boomed. Ash kept his head low, his overgrown fringe covering his face. When he didn't answer, the Vampire stood back and let his children have the fun at ripping and clawing at the Wulven's flesh. Ash's screams could've been heard for miles if he wasn't locked up underground. A horrible grin was slowly spreading across Sergej's face as he watched the Werewulf suffer. One movement of his hand and his children stopped. Ash looked up to the Vampire then, panting from the pain that spread all over his body. He was bleeding from the multiple lacerations that the Nosferat had just given him; he was getting weaker as more blood seeped from him. Sergej took a step towards him.
"I've had enough of your petty games. Tell me where the Svetocha is located." He ordered. Ash narrowed his eyes at him, the change rippled through him again and the orange glow in his eyes warned Sergej to back off.
"I'm not... telling you... anything." He struggled to say through the pain but it had enough force in it to make anyone run in fear. Then more pain flooded into him when the Vampire king punched him in the stomach.
"If you won't give me answers..." Sergej paused seeming to enjoy Ash's the pain that filled the air. "You can help me in other ways." His evil laugh fixed itself in Ash's memory. The Wulf was unlatched from the wall and taken to a new room down the hall. When Ash saw what the contents of the room were, he struggled with all the strength he had left to get free. The Vampires had a good grip on him and weren't about to let him go. All of Ash's nightmares were becoming true; Sergej was planning on breaking him. He had another go at getting himself free but that just wasted his energy, it was no use. He was practically dragged into the room cringing in pain with his blood trail following behind them. The Wulf didn't know what to expect other than a lot of pain, anger and suffering.
He was right, there was a lot of pain when they lashed at him and bruised him repeatedly, Suffering, when they broke his bones and shattered his soul and anger that grew within him after every hit and cut. It continued for days, then into weeks and he even thought it went on for months. Ash kept a hold on hope, hope that the Order would come and save him, that Elizabeth would bring the council and destroy this nasty house of horrors. But it never happened. Ash was growing weaker and more scared. Every session he had with Sergej's hate filled kin, Ash felt as if he was getting closer to breaking point. Sergej's evil laugh taunted Ash every day and night, it fixed itself in his dreams and he was growing more tired every day. Every session repeated itself every day; they would lash him, cut him, and re broke his bones that had healed over the night. They made him angry enough for the Other in him want to break free, but he restrained himself, if he changed during one of the sessions they would get him under their control. He knew that much. They didn't bother to chain him to the wall in his cell anymore; he had become too weak to want to break free. He didn't even try and fight them off when the Nosferat came to drag him to the familiar room. He had already lost hope in the world and in Elizabeth by now. He knew they wouldn't come and save him, he would be stuck here for the rest of his life.
The anger was ready to burst in one particular torture session. He didn't care if they got to him anymore; at least if he changed he had a better chance in getting out of there and being free again. So that was the plan, let the change bubble all the way today and fight his way out. Ash knew of a weak point in the daily routine, the Nosferat always turned their backs on him when they fetched the silver hooked whip. He waited for that moment to arrive. The punches and clawing created more anger for him to work with, his screams and cries were the same as the other days, but during his sobs when they turned around for the silver he let the anger control him. His low thrumming growl escaped from his throat and his fur boiled up over him. His bones began to crack and change his form. When the Vampires turned around again they faced an eight foot wolf, they went straight into attack mode as did Ash, but he didn't see that they still had their tools within their grasps. The silver that was whipped at him burned his already aching body and made him even weaker than he already was, he tried to attack but they all got to him first. Why didn't he think this through more? He caught a glimpse through his orange glowing gaze at Sergej walking into the room with his horrid smile on his face and his laugh that will haunt Ash forever. The wolf knew this was it, that the fighting for survival was over. He kept attacking the Vampires who came at him and then there was this sudden tug. Ash stopped in his tracks, whatever it was it tugged again, harder. He looked over to the Vampire king who was staring at him with a concentrated face. There was another tug tearing at Ash's soul. He collapsed onto the ground, too weak to carry on. The next tug was harder and he couldn't fight against it anymore, so he let whatever it was take control. He heard Sergej let out a chuckle.
"Good little doggie. Now get up." The Vampire commanded. Ash couldn't go against his orders, but his legs were too weak to move. Sergej let out a growl that made Ash cringe.
"Get up!" he commanded but Ash still wouldn't move. The ancient King pushed at one of his children to reach for a tool on the bench. Ash only got a glimpse at it; it looked to be a solid silver baton. Sergej paused to smile evilly then in a blurred movement he whacked Ash across the temple, the Wulf let out a howl of pain.
"Now will you obey me?" The evil creature asked. Ash's legs burned as he stood to his feet. He felt something trickle down the side of his head but he didn't worry about it, he couldn't. His mind was all foggy and he couldn't think straight, the only thing that was important to him was his master, Sergej. The Vampire had gotten to him, his power controlling his mind. Ash was Broken.
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