PART THE THIRD

Bested and Buried

She slumped forward, blood tears racing down her grimy cheeks. Her mismatched eyes stared out into the darkness, resigned to whatever fate her captor had in store for her. He approached, his footfalls resonating in the dank silence. She didn't have enough blood left to even power her weakest discipline.

" 'Abstract Addy'," he sneered. He was partly visible to her sensitive eyes now, his knotted and tangled hair pale and sickly. His eyes glowed red in the darkness, his body wrapped in torn cloth.

"Stay away from me, Gangrel!" she screamed, her captor's clan name tasting bitter on her tongue. "Keep away!"

He disregarded her complaints and continued to step closer, until he wrapped his sallow fingers around her throat and squeezed.

"Jet. Not that you're worthy of calling me by my name anywase, Lunatic. But if you wanted to know, the name's Jet. You can tell it to your damned progenitor. In Hell."

Abstract Addy tried to scream, but her vocal chords were restricted. If only she had more vitae in her! How she would break his mind, bend his brain around thoughts that would drive him mad beyond possibility... and watch him writhe on the ground before her, unable to handle the Dementation that had seeded itself within his conscious.

But she couldn't waste what little she had. She needed it to keep from frenzying.

He let go of her throat, and pulled away with a smile. He was all teeth, crooked and sharp. Like an animal.

"And you call yourself a Primogen. You disgust me. So weak." He kicked her in the ribs, cracking them. They made a wet sound.

Abstract Addy screamed, and she didn't stop until Jet slammed a hand over her mouth, a knife now creasing the skin on her throat.

"Shut up, bitch. You're getting on my nerves."

She bit deep into his hand, drawing his vampiric vitae out and into her mouth. He ripped his hand away, losing a chunk of skin in the process. Abstract Addy smiled, swallowing both his blood and flesh. She started to feel a little better already.

"YOU FUCKER!" screamed Jet, his knife slashing across the bridge of her nose and down her cheek. She winced, the wounds closing instantly and the blood dripping down her face. Anything she had taken from him had just been lost again. "Do that again and you can say hello to the fucking furnace!" his eyes were burning now. She felt a little stronger, a little more confident now that he had lost some of his control.

"You're wrong, lick," she sneered, the insult pouring readily from her mouth. "They will find me, and when they do-"

He words died in a scream as the knife lodged itself into her gut.

"You'll be a pile of ash." he finished, growling between his teeth. He turned heel and stormed away, leaving Abstract Addy to gag from the pain as her skin tried to close itself over the intruding blade.

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A/N: Oh, gee, violence! Yum… Next up: Jack likes to think he's really badass. Unfortunately, he's not.