Yukai-suru
He was in a pitch black room. He could not see the wall, the ceiling or his own body. Everything was invisible to his weak human eyes. He knew he had been crying, weeping alone from fright. The kidnappers had made sure he hadn't seen where he had come from and so he had been blindfolded until they had tied him up and left him alone with one of their members known as the puppet master.
Every time the boy had quietened down this vampire said something so horrible about what they would do to him that he began crying again. Then the Methuselah would laugh and mock him about how he was weak and cowardly. Alessandro knew all the accusations were true, but that did not lessen their blow.
Eventually the puppet master was exchanged for another of his kind. The Pope could not see this one, he hadn't seen the other one either. It unnerved him that they were invisible to his eyes and yet they could see him.
After a while, when all had gone quiet again, he heard the Methuselah's footsteps. Closer and closer they came. Then they stopped, maybe a foot or so from him, and he smelt the breath of one of the un-dead. I was indescribable, like dead animal and compost mixed together. It wasn't pleasant and it caused Alessandro to move his face to the left. For the smell was so foul it made him want to vomit.
A brief pause, then a chuckle, turning into laughter as his advisory saw the young boys reaction.
"Well well, this is the great power we have been fighting, eh? A teenager. A cowardly stinking teenager!" The voice was filled with malice and a hand gripped the human's face, twisting it back to face himself.
"You bastard! You probably don't know what's been going on do you?" He waited for the boy to shake his head, "Well, while you've been having a good, warm, cosy life we've been stuck in a hole like this!" There was a movement and Alessandro thought he saw the Methuselah's arm sweep around to show what a poor place he was in. Of course, Alessandro couldn't see how bad it was, but he nodded anyway.
"How hard do you think we have it? You probably think those stinking Terrans have it worse!" Again he paused and waited for the boy's response. This time though Alessandro did not move, but his head dropped slightly, admitting he did.
The Methuselah spat on the ground and shook his head, anger blazing in his eyes. "Fool! We are the ones that suffer!" He practically screamed at the teen before him.
Alessandro sobbed silently as a result from the fierce onslaught of cruel words the vampire had spat at him. His tears gently brushed the ice cold fingers of the vampire, who was still clutching his face with an even tighter grip than before.
Slowly the Methuselah released his face and dropped his arm down by his side, breathing heavily after the anger he unleashed in a single moment. There was an awkward silence of sorts, in which only the Pope's sobs could be heard.
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"You what!" Francesco cried in anger and dismay when Caterina explained what had happened. The older brother of the Pope's body shook with rage at his sister's stupidity. "I don't believe you sometimes! I really don't!" He exclaimed and turned his back on her.
"I am truly sorry brother, and I will take full responsibility for my foolish actions." The blonde's eyes never failed to meet those of her enraged brother. "For now though," she continued, unfazed, "We need to locate his highness and bring him back home."
Her matter-of-fact tone did little to sooth Francesco and he stormed over to the door. He paused before leaving only to say, "I know we must." Then he was gone like the wind.
Caterina wore a look of surprise on her delicate features. Her brother's voice had been filled with so much compassion, so much sadness, she had never even heard before.
With that Caterina also left the darkening room to go and organise those who would help rescue the leader of the Vatican.
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Francesco only stopped his rapid pace when he arrived at his quarters and had closed the door securely behind him. He walked slowly over to his desk and sat down, trying to write something on the paper before him.
He paused, as if unsure what to put next, then crumble the paper into a ball, collapsing his head onto his arm.
From outside the door a maid passed by and was alarmed when she thought she could hear sobs from the other side. She dismissed it as her imagination. Francesco never cried and no one else could get into his room. It wasn't a possibility in the minds of all who know the man that he could cry, they had dismissed all thought of that many years ago.
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Man, this chapter was short eh? sorry about that, but I thought it best to leave it here while I thought up some more ideas! Please R&R!