Daniel panted heavily at the sight of the murderer begging heavily for innocence at his feet. The young man could feel his mind snapping, breaking, ever so feverishly. The concrete floor was laminated with rusty blood of previous prisoners, and Alexander continued to recite the ritual, voice raising with haste as Daniel raised his weapon. His breath hitched.
''Paint the man!''
Daniel pounded his sledgehammer into the murderer's skull with no remorse.
''Cut the lines!''
Over and over again, as the young man mauled the prisoner's face, he could hear the cracking of many bones beneath his weapon, the screaming got louder..louder. Blood splashed on the floor with a sickening, yet satisfying noise.
''Paint the man!''
Going for his torso, Daniel ruptured many ribs, loving the delicious crunch they made as they broke, broke, broke..He almost seemed to laugh, that Daniel, clutching the shaft of the sledgehammer until his knuckled turned white.
''Cut the Lines!''
He couldn't hear the screams for mercy any longer, but the young man continued on trailing down the prisoner's body with his blood stained weapon, fracturing and dislocating his pelvis, smashing the bones in his legs so they stood out in odd angles, the fibula ripped through the weak muscle and skin. They were obviously of no use anymore, but Daniel continued to smash them as if he were trying to tenderize a Christmas ham.
''Daniel-...Daniel! We're finished. That's enough,'' The baron rest his hand on Daniel's shoulder as the younger man fell to the ground in exhaust and panting heavily, ''We've done enough. He's dead. ''
Although the young man enjoyed his few moments of bliss during the ritual, he soon enough snapped back into reality. ''W-...What have I done?,'' He almost seemed to edge out, ''I-...I'm a monster''
''You are not a monster. We are doing this to collect necessary vitae, Daniel. We're doing this to save your life. I'm doing this for you,'' The baron assured the man as he knelled down next to him, ''Do not fret, my friend.''
Looking up at Alexander, Daniel's eyes were full of obnoxious tears, his British accent jingled out almost similar to the way it did the previous night, ''W-...When will this be over? I can't take this anymore...I'm...i can't take anymore lives with my hands, I just can't...'' The image of the innocent archeologist was shattered with the splashed of crimson all along his clothes and face.
''Give it time, Daniel...We'll suffice...We will rid of this evil demon that's following you. I promise you, my good friend...I promise you..,'' The baron seemed to hush out the last sentence, holding the brunette man closely to his chest.
Daniel did not know what to do nor think, other than to hold himself tightly against Alexander's chest. He felt as though it were the only light in this cruel, dead world. The affection he felt for Alexander was a convoluted one. He only had enough mental and physical strength at this moment to be pet and held, as if he were a child who found skeletons in his closet.
Alexander did not let go, but instead held the brunette tighter. Daniel did not object. This was the only warmth he felt in this dead, dark castle...Perhaps it was the only warmth he wanted to feel. The baron was his best friend, his savior, his god... Without him, he would be dead by now. Without him...Daniel wouldn't know what he would do with himself.
Snuggling his face against the baron's chest, a montage of tears flooded down his cheeks. He hiccuped and sobbed as he knotted the cloth of Alexander's crimson coat within his fists, lusting to be held tighter...to be embraced like there was no one else in the world.
He tried to listen to Alexander's smooth breathing behind all his own crying and sobbing, just like he listened the night before...
