"Why do you keep doing this?" He asked in a trembling voice. His head was hurting both from hunger and from the pain his body suffered from. He felt so hungry like never before. His body felt broken and decaying.

It was dark, but his sight could easily tell the person torturing him. The blond golden hair brought thoughts of the sunshine the beast hadn't seen in a long time. He had been locked up for over four weeks now. Beaten, chained to the wall. Forced to starve. They tried so many things, they quickly realised most of the myths were untrue. Sunlight did not hurt him, nor did garlic or a wooden stick into his heart. There was only one way to kill one of his kind, but he would never tell them. They would have to cut off his head and burn the body. Right as he was now, his body would dry out, but in fact just a bit of blood later could revive him.

"You still haven't answered our questions." The man insisted in a calm voice.

"I do not know the answers." He replied shaking.

"Then you shall die slowly." The man told him bluntly. The beast trembled at the very idea, they clearly had no idea how to kill him, so that meant they planned to try method by method. Contrary to what they though he felt pain, he felt fear and he felt heartache.

He had always been very careful, but somehow all his precautions didn't prevent what happened to him. He could barely remember how they got him... He had problems focusing on who he was, on what he was taught. His hunger reaching a limit, closing in on borderline insanity.

"How many vampires are in your coven?" The man asked.

"How many live in Glasgow?" The man asked again, but the monster just lower his head and whined.

"Are they so dear to you that you won't reply?" The man asked in a gentle tone. The beast looked up at him. But the only thing reaching his brain was hunger. He was too hungry to even hear the questions, or to focus on any answers.

The man shivered seeing deep black eyes glare at him, he could clearly remember the beast having brown eyes. But now they were black. With every passing day the beast was becoming unresponsive, and he was wondering why. The others caught before him in the past could last up to several months seemingly unaffected by the imprisonment.

"He's not responding at all." Fili told his uncle in a deep tone. "His eyes are deep black, meaning he is starving."

"That's way too soon." Thorin noticed looking out of the window. "We need to get the information out of him." He tried to keep distant to what they were doing, to what their family had always been doing. Hunting and killing monsters.

"He doesn't respond to pain. Most of them would always start talking at the promise of being let out, but this one is stubborn. He didn't cooperate willingly, and he didn't say a thing even under immense pain." Fili told him with a strained voice. "He's faithful to his coven."

"And that conviction might get him killed and us without another trace to follow." Thorin did not even bother to consider the beast's feelings. In his eyes he was just an animal that had to be killed. A monster. "Get the information out of it." Thorin gave an order not considering the feelings of his nephew. The boy had to learn, had to learn how to be tough as steel and cold as a rock.

Fili glanced at the beast yet again. He seemed unconscious, but the moment he would come closer those black eyes would glance at him, clearly with thirst. The beast stopped speaking altogether. Those eyes black in rage. The last question he heard from the monster was already a week ago. Since then the monster became unresponsive. He felt thorn, the previous vampires they caught and interrogated were sly things. Talking, taunting, provoking. Some would try to outsmart them, but most were cooperative giving any information needed for petty promises. It's not like they ever fulfilled those promises, but the beasts usually seemed desperate to get out no matter at what cost. This was one different. Less talkative and more pathetic. The beast was starving very quickly, so that means he hadn't fed in a long time. Most vampires killed regularly, frequently. They had no kind of restraint. But this one was different.

"I'll feed you if you answer my questions." He came closer and taunted. The beast looked up at him. To his surprise he saw brown eyes again, but only for a second. Then they became black. The beast made a soft whine, but instead of coming closer or reaching out, he clutched the chains holding him down.

"Answer me, or you'll die if you don't feed." The tried yet again.

"I'm going to die anyway..." The monster growled.

"I can feed you... I could even release you... I just need to know the answers." Fili told him calmly, with a feeling of relief the monster had enough life in his to respond.

"Lies..." The beast growled. He could still hear the lies they told the others caught before him, he could still feel their pain imprinted in the walls, the smell of their wounds and gore.

"I'm not lying." He told the beasts with conviction.

"You're just a pawn." The beast replied. "And I'm as good as dead."

"Say one word and I'll give you food." Fili taunted.

"I'd rather die." The beast made his call. "A life like this is not a life at all."

"As you wish." He left the beast.

"He says he wants to die." Fili told his uncle bitterly.

Thorin glanced at him surprised. "So be it." He replied. "We'll have to catch another one."

Fili stared at his uncle's back. His soul was screaming with pain, dull with all the bad things he did. Hollow with all the pain and suffering he had caused. He could still feel those brown eyes look at him deeply as he was hurting him. His uncle was comfortable in his room, away from the dungeon. His uncle gave orders but never thought how much it hurt the person who had to enforce those orders.

"Eat please?" Fili offered a blood bag, but despite the raging hunger the vampire refused. His eyes were black as hell itself, his skin even more white and greyish than normal. He looked sick, he looked unconscious most of the time, but whenever he would smell him his eyes would raise to look at him with unspeakable hunger. He knew they hated blood bags and called it sewers, but no other vampire had ever refused. Blood was blood, even if it was cold and lifeless, but it was still nutritious enough for their kind.

He gently reached out and moved a tress of hair from the beast's eyes, the monster glanced at him surprised by the kind gesture. His eyes trailed the hand greedily, but he did not move an inch.

"Why do you want to die?" He asked the monster, he knew he was standing way too close, but somehow he felt tempted to come even closer. The monster was like all of his kind, breathtakingly beautiful. Even now with the overly grey skin, and extremely pale posture. The long brown hair falling down in waves, the gorgeous dark eyes under thin brows. The full lips begging to be kissed. He was strong willed, stronger than any other vampire. He withstood more torture and more pain than any other before him. He survived weeks of hunger, when any other in his spot would make any deal to get even fowl donor blood as a treat. He refused to feed even now when death was nearing.

"No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they'd die for." The beast whispered.

"Martin Luther King?" He could barely stop a gasp of surprise. "What are you dying for then?" He asked in a serious tone.

"For something you couldn't even begin to comprehend." The monster replied.

He reached out his hand and gently traced the jaw of the monster. He felt a mixture of emotions looking at this beast. Pity and pain on one hand, but on the other the pain of losing both his parents to these beasts. The pain his family suffered. He could still remember the smell of his mothers cooking, the stories his father would read to him in the evenings. Then it was all pain, crying and despair. Under the care of his solemn uncle he grew into a person dedicated to only one thing, avenging his family.

The beast looked into his eyes, but then closed them as to not look at him at all. He gently moved his hand to the silky beautiful hair. He felt frustrated, frustrated with pain of the past, with the stubbornness of this beast. He felt frustrated all this beauty was to go to waste. That such a great body would perish, and such alluring features would disappear from this world.

It didn't matter anymore, it didn't matter what he did or what he would do, he suddenly realised. The beast made his choice, but there was no way he could just stop asking questions. He didn't hurt it anymore, but instead of using tools and weapons a new idea was slowly drilling in his head.

He had problems sleeping the next night. His head filled with visions of the vampire. His mind going into directions he never thought possible. He felt lust towards the beast from the start, as what he was his natural way was to seem alluring, so Fili chose to ignore it like he had done in the past. But now after weeks of feeling lust towards this monster, he was on the verge of giving in. Contrary to the past beasts this one did not seem to provoke him, but it did not matter. Not anymore, he was going to die anyway. Fili felt tempted with that thought more than with anything else.

He went to his cell in the evening, he had a fresh blood bag and he did his regular questioning. But the beast said the same thing over and over again. He wanted to die, and he refused any cooperation. Later he just stopped responding at all, his eyes hidden behind the long hair.

"Stop refusing..." He said as he gently touched the neck of the beast. The vampire looked up to him with black eyes full of hunger. "Just answer the questions so I can stop asking them and so that you can live." He told the monster.

"You've said that so many times before, do you even believe it yourself?" He heard a faint whisper. "You're the real monster."

"You don't know what you're talking about!" Fili suddenly felt angry. This monster, his unwillingness to cooperate, his stubbornness and beauty were driving him crazy. He grabbed the beasts jaw with force and made him look at him. "Don't you dare mock me!" He told the monster, but the impassive glare he got as a response shook him with rage. He reached for the chain holding down the beast, and the monster followed his movement. He clipped the chain with the other one and forced the monster into the wall. "Since you've already made up your mind there is no difference..."

"No difference?" The monster gasped surprised.

Fili just pushed him harder into the wall using his whole body as a hammer. He gasped taking in the gentle alluring scent of the beast. It was funny how after weeks of being chained up the beast still smelt like oranges. His body deprived of human faults like urinating, sweating and dirt. Feeling even more rage he tugged on the monster's clothes, or what was left of them. As his hands cupped the muscular ass, he heard a muffled "No..." But the beast did not say more. He shrived when the assault took its true form, he flinched feeling the brutal penetration but he did not say anything more. Fili pressed in harder trying to get the monster to respond, but apart from the firm body unwilling to comply he did not get any response. He grabbed the beautiful hair he admired so much, and tugged. He saw the black eyes glance at him, but in the place of hunger hate appeared. He saw so much pain and hate in those eyes, but he continued to push in and out in chaste movements. He felt thrilled to finally have him, the felt thrilled he found the one effective way of punishing the beast. He finally found a way to hurt it, and what a delightful way it was. His body was even more perfect than he had imagined it to be, his legs long and lithe. His hips gently curved and tempting. He grabbed him with force and biting down on his shoulder he felt his release come over him. With a low grunt he rode out his orgasm filling the beast with his warm seed.

When he came back to his room he realised the gravity of his mistake. He did the one thing he never had done before. And he left him without putting the chain back in the designated spot. He put back his clothes on, took his weapons and ran back to the dungeon. He found the beast on the floor, the change of chain finally giving him enough freedom of movement to crutch on the floor. The beast did not raise his head hearing the door open. He was sitting his face towards the wall, in the same position he had left him. His thin body was shaking with silent sobs. He reached for the chain, and the beast finally noticed him. He saw those black eyes look at him with so much fear, it shook Fili's soul. He pulled the chain and hooked it back forcing the vampire on his feet. He was just centimetres away, the beast could literally tug and bite into him, but he just continued to stare with a deep hate.

"Will you drink?" Fili told him bluntly.

"Will you answer my questions?" He asked again after a longer while.

But the beast just glared at him with spite and rage. The hunger was still there, but it was over clouded with fear.

Kili finally breathed in deeply when he left. This was worst than anything he had imagined. He could take any torture and any wound, but being raped was something he did not predict. His painful tears rolled down his cheek making his skin itch. But he had no way of wiping them off. His whole body ached, his arms and legs painfully strained. His back painfully straightened for days on end. His rear a painful wet mess, he could feel the warm seed fill him, but the gentle pleasant sensation was tainted with the painful thought it was nothing less than rape. The feeling of warmth was tainted with the idea it was done with anger and rage, it was a new way of hurting him. Far more cruel than using weapons, and far more cruel than using words. He was now half naked, his trousers pulled down, his skin without any protection from the cold. He didn't mind the cold physically, but he could feel it deep in his soul. He wanted warmth, he wanted to be back in Bilbo's home, wrapped in furs and blankets, in front of the fireplace. He wanted the warm embrace of Frodo, the eight year old boy Bilbo was raising. He wanted to be back with his friends, safe, loved and respected. But now he had to protect them at all cost. And even if that meant dying, suffering rape and torture every day, he would keep them safe.