K a few boring author things, 1: I'm only continuing cuz I want to see where this story goes, but some support would help-a lot-as in REVIEW please. 2: I don't own anything you recognize, duh! 3: I'm trying to see if I even should write, so just tell me your opinions darn it. Now on with the story...
Magnus felt helpless, not that he'd ever admit it. De Quincey had finished stripping down to his underclothes. He smiled affectionately at Magnus, with a lustful undertone to his expression, reminding Magnus he had to get out of this situation. But how?
While he contemplated his ever-approaching fate, Alexei murmured something, only to realize that Magnus was ignoring him. Well there is a remedy for those who are lost in thought, one De Quincey would try not to enjoy.
*SMACK*
A sharp stinging pain brought Magnus back to this dimension, a slap that would have left a handprint on his face if not for his magic-enhanced healing. He moaned.
"I said, kiss me!" Alexei demanded. "I'm not asking you handsome oaf!" He pulled Magnus into an embrace, a tight restraining one at that.
Magnus knew it would only go worse from here. His only thoughts were of his stepfather, who had treated him like scum simply for having different eyes. Damn him! Damn de Quincey for bringing back those memories! I'm getting out of here if it is the last thing I do! Magnus stopped pretending and kneed his captor where he knew it would hurt. He squirmed out of the now howling vampire's grasp and made it to the door. It was locked, so Magnus tried to kick it open. Now de Quincey had recovered, and was chasing after him. He finally kicked the door down. Before he could get a taste of freedom, a blunt object- a hammer he supposed- was whacked onto his skull, and everything started going dark...
Magnus Bane opened one perfect gold and green cat eye and winced. He had a terrible ache in his head. He tried to move but realized his hands and feet were tied to some kind of post. He tried screaming and realized he couldn't- he was gagged as well as tied up. Opening his eyes fully, he struggled violently against his restraints, having taken in the scenery around him. He was in a beautiful bedroom, with gold and cream colored wallpaper, a closet full of all of the latest fashions. But worst of all was what he was tied to- a luxurious, king sized, four poster, canopy bed, made of the finest sturdiest wood. He relentlessly struggled, until he noticed someone come in.
"Awake, are we," said a cold voice. "I'll have you know that your little attempted escape did not go unnoticed." Magnus groaned as a fist found its way into his stomach. "I wasn't going to risk marring your beauty at first, but you practically begged for this." Another punch, this one to the face. A flurry of jabs followed, until they suddenly stopped. something cold was pressed into his palm. "Drink this or I will force it down your throat." Magnus complied and seconds later, he blacked out again.