.Chapter Three
Disclaimer: As usual I own nothing except the plot of this story, all characters belong to Len Wiseman.
He stood on the bridge watching the woman he loved marvel at the sunrise, the first one she'd seen in over six hundred years, since Viktor made her a vampire and killed her family. She stared at the sun shining on her hand as if seeing diamonds and he felt a lump swell his throat at how beautiful she looked standing in the sunlight that Alexander Corvinus' blood had made her immune to. She looked up as he stepped from the doorway of William's prison, the prison her father had built and smiled as he drew ever closer on the rickity old bridge. Even though he was shirtless and dirty, his upper body streaked with dust and sweat from his battle with the massive werewolf, you'd think he was decked out in Armani from the look on Selene's face. Tears spilled down her cheeks as he cupped her face in his hand and crushed his lips to hers.
Snap!
Michael's eyes flew open, the pleasant dream gone as pain lanced across his bare back. The man who he'd seen when he first regained consciousness and found himself in this strange cold room walked around his strung up body, a cat of nine tails clasped in one fist. He appeared upside down as Michael was strung upside down by his feet by a rope hanging from a rafter. His feet and legs had gone numb days ago and between that and the beatings he kept recieving from whoever these assholes were, he just wished they'd kill him and get it over with. His head felt like it was splitting in half and he was so thirsty that he couldn't even swallow, all the saliva in his mouth had dried up and his tongue felt like sandpaper, his lips chapped and swollen. He hadn't fed in God knows how long and his stomach growled and twisted painfully. He felt like he was gonna puke but since his stomach was empty all he did was dry heave.
"Where is she?" The man who Michael had heard someone call Marius glared at him as he idly toyed with the whip he held, wrapping one of the tails lazily around his finger, the razor blade on the end stained crimson with the hybrid's blood.
Michael sighed tiredly.
"For the last damned time, I don't know anyone named Selene and I don't have a daughter."
Michael's eyes filled with tears as he pictured his beautiful leather clad lover. The last time he'd seen her, he'd been standing at the end of the pier preparing to escape the purge on a boat when she'd come barreling toward him full speed screaming his name, the next thing he knew, some kind of grenade hit him in the chest knocking him backwards into the water. His next conscious memory was of waking up locked in a freezer that was rapidly defrosting from a bullet hole in the glass. A bullet hole he prayed had been put there by Selene to help him escape. He had just pulled his jeans on and was reaching for his shirt when a large hand roughly grabbed his shoulder and he was knocked unconscious, when he woke up again, he was here in this building strung up like a side of beef in a slaughter house being whipped and tormented by strangers. Even Lucian had treated him better than this, Michael thought sarcastically to himself as he sneered at the man in front of him, lycan by the smell of him. He'd die before he'd say a word about Selene. Michael lifted his exhausted eyes to meet his captor's.
"Oh wait, there is something I've been meaning to tell you."
Marius smiled triumphantly.
"Well,well, I knew you'd break eventually, what is it you have for me?"
Smirking, Michael raised his right hand and slowly lifted his middle finger.
Marius shook his head in mock sadness.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Mr. Corvin, you are really gonna wish you hadn't done that."