First of all, people, I am so sorry! I meant to update, but I've had to deal with my final high school year for the last… well, year. Sooooo much work, but here's the next - very short! - chapter… next one is still coming soon!
When the Lycan finally woke up, she wished she hadn't.
Putting a hand to her pounding head, she tried to sit up. The movement made the strained muscles in her back scream in protest and she snapped her eyes open, seeing Virgil on the balcony smoking, his coat lying on a chair a few meters away from her. Ignoring her aching muscles (Just how long had she been unconscious anyway?), she spotted the door and started moving towards it quietly.
"I wouldn't bother, Werewolf." Virgil said suddenly, turning around, "It's locked." He flicked the butt of the cigarette over the balcony and walked back into the room. The Lycan didn't sit back down; not wanting to be caught off-guard when he tried to do… whatever it was that he wanted to do with her. He obviously needed her for something, or else he wouldn't have chased her down after the fight in St. Peter's Square. The only question was; what was it… and how could she use it against him?
"And here I was, thinking that you were just a bad dream." She snarled. Virgil sighed and poured himself a drink from the small dilapidated fridge in the corner,
"If you continue to act like a dog, I will have to take you for your shots." He stepped almost lazily to the side, twisting her incoming hand behind her back before it reached him and pinning her to the wall. "Not much of a fighter are you?"
"What do you need me for? Venice is as good as yours!" She hissed, wincing slightly afterwards from the pressure on her already strained muscles. She then became aware of the fact that she was alone in a room with a man who was infinitely stronger than she was and - not to mention - a better fighter. A small tendril of fear ate into her stomach.
Virgil sensed the change and smiled,
"You're afraid."
"I'm trapped in a room with a sadistic bastard who use me to wipe the walls if he wanted to. What do you expect, Demon?"
"You've hurt my feelings now… and just to put your mind at ease," He whispered in her ear, "What I need… is answers. For instance, why are the Hellhounds coming above-ground for the first time in several thousand years?" He took another sip from the glass, holding her with one arm.
"How should I know? Maybe they were looking for something?"
"Nice answer… and would this something happen to be owned by the Lycanthrope Clan?"
She was silent, grinding her teeth.
"Perhaps. I wouldn't know, now would I? I've only been a part of the Clan for two moons."
"Come now." Virgil put down the empty glass, "Surely they'd have told you if they had something that the Hell would want so badly. Something powerful." The Lycan was silent.
"Something that had helped them control the city for - let's say - 300 or so years?"
"That's ridiculous!"
"Oh really?" Virgil let go of the Lycan's arm and the spun away, putting distance between them. "I seem to recall a conversation I had with a Hellhound recently." The Lycan suddenly went pale. Virgil continued, "He remarked on something I appeared to be protecting… and since there's no way in hell that it could be you, I'm only left to assume that it's something back in that little sewer that all Werewolves call home."
The Lycan laughed,
"You've finally gone crazy. There's no way that the Clan of Lupe Carnyx could hold something that powerful without at least the Vampires knowing about it." She eyed him up and down, "And somehow I think you'd be able to scare the information out of them easily."
"So you swear that you have no item of power, heavenly or unholy, being hidden by your clan." The Lycan noticed his eyes glimmer; he was planning something.
"Yes."
"Why don't you prove it, then? Take me to your wolf den. If there's nothing there," He shrugged, "I'll leave. If there is… then you'll be in a lot of trouble for lying to me, Werewolf." The Lycan realised that she'd been cornered. If she said no, then he'd think she was lying.
"And if I refuse?"
"If you refuse, then I'd kill you and follow your scent to the den anyway." The Lycan's eyes narrowed,
"You… could do that?"
"I'm half-demon, remember?"
The Lycan turned around, thinking. She clenched her fists then lashed out in frustration, swiping the glass Virgil had used into the wall. It shattered and fell in pieces onto the floor.
"Fine." She growled. Virgil smiled again and swung his coat back on, opening the door,
"Ladies first."
"You said the door was locked."
"I lied."
She took a deep breath, like she was going to say something, but stopped herself and stormed through the door. Virgil grinned to himself and swung the door shut behind him. The Lycan suddenly pivoted,
"How do I know that you won't just kill me when we get there anyway?"
"You don't, Werewolf."
"And one more thing, my name is Celeste." She glared at him before she spun back around, "Use it."
"Whatever you say, Werewolf."
Next one's halfway done. Tomorrow, I promise!
JackyXx
