"We have to go find her," Iggy said histerically, trying to make it to his feet once again, as Max only pushed him back down. He winced in pain again, fighting back tears. It wasn't just the fiery break in his wing that was bringing on the waterworks. The best woman he'd ever met had just been ripped away from him, and he couldn't do a thing about it.
"Chill out!" Max screamed at him, immediately causing him to freeze like he was a small child again, waiting for the next order. Max stared at him, watched the tears streak his face as he bowed it down in shame, and she sighed. "Fang, Gazzy, Angel, Nudge, start circling the area. Be back in thirty minutes if you don't see anything."
They all nodded, giving one last pitiful look to Iggy, and taking flight. Iggy felt the tears streak his face faster and faster, and before soon, he was gasping for breath. Max sat by his side, staring at him for a good matter of moments, watching him cry and wondering what could even be comforting.
"They won't find her," Iggy said inbetween sobs, wiping his face. "They'll kill her. I let Feline down, I promised, and she believe me! I can't… I-I can't believe!-," and he busted into hard sobs again. Max moved him to lay his head against her chest, wiping her hand across his face to collect the tears.
"Not true," Max whispered to him. "Feline is strong. She'll be alright. She'll make it back out of where ever they take her, and she'll be back as fast as she can." She caught glimpse of his wing, which was much more gruesome than she ever could've guessed. The white feathers were already clotting with blood, bone sticking out of the skin here and there. She winced, looking away, running her fingers through his hair.
Iggy sniffled, shaking his head. "She won't be back. I-… I-I let her down…" His voice was barely audible now, and Max found out quickly why. He collapsed against her chest, breathing hollowly, eyes closed. She summoned the strength she had left, and collected the dead weight in her arms, and forced off into the sky, no matter how bad it hurt her wings to do so.
Jane watched as Felix wrapped duct tape around unconscious Feline's wrists many, many times, cutting into the flesh with the strength. She smiled at the scent of blood, even though Feline's smelled very, very bitter, and deathly sweet. Felix turned his nose at the scent, tearing off the end of the tape. Blood was blood, he knew, but hers he didn't think he was interested in, to say the least.
"Here," Jane said, handing him steel handcuffs. He gave her a backward glance before shrugging, and latching them tightly onto the girl's hands anyway. She nudged some rope towards him with her foot, and he sighed, picking that up too, securing her upper arms, upper thighs, and ankles with the boat rope. The girl was still out cold, her mouth secured with a gag, but he figured it wouldn't be too long till she was up and ready to go again.
Felix, Jane, and the bleeding girl were in the cargo storage of the Volturi's own jet. It wasn't very big, but big enough for many bags, so big enough for a girl, but not comfortable. Jane stared at the girl for a second, staring at her ears that lay against her head, her tail falling awkwardly behind her. Alec would love her, she thought even now. This had been an excellent idea.
"Let's go, Felix," Jane said, as she walked out of the cargo storage, and into the actual plane. Felix stared at the girl a second more, feeling slightly bad for her. Kidnapped, bleeding, out cold, unable to fight… Maybe it was pitiful. Not sad.
He sighed, standing up, leaving the girl there, and walked into the sitting corridors, where Heidi, Jane, and Demetri already waited. They all stared at him, as if expecting an answer. "We're all good here."
Feline struggled against her captors as they made it through the dark corridors leading to the castle that you'd take it you came from the hillsides, where the runway was. She tried to push, shove, kick, anything to get them off her trail. With even the least bit or distraction, she could have a better chance of getting away. Not to mention that they had now taped her mouth shut to go with the Houdini like tie up and she couldn't even let out a scream; but even if she did, she had a feeling no one would hear her anyways.
She now knew two of her captor's names; the big, bulky man with the lighter brown hair was Felix, and the small, petite, blonde girl was Jane. The other two seemed very uninterested with the project almost, the auburn girl in the red dress caring more about her nails, and the smaller man putting a lot of distance between himself and Feline. But the other two made up for it greatly.
She knew they were not human now. When she wouldn't stop kicking as they tried to drag her off the plane, the girl turned around narrowed her eyes, and Feline felt the worse pain she'd ever felt in her life. The fire burn down through her body, and her muscles volt and twitch at the feeling, the sick feeling in her throat, and the heart in her chest beating so much faster. It ended as fast as it had started, and Feline had felt weak again. She'd stayed awake this time, but she learned to listen.
Not to mention Felix's strength. Feline had fought some of the strongest fighters on this planet and won. She knew his size wasn't helping him win. He was inhuman, that much was obvious. All of them were strong, Feline realized. And all very, very beautiful.
Feline thought she was hallucinating as she saw the light up ahead. She narrowed her eyes, trying to see what waited. She quickly realized that they were glass doors, leading into what looked like a palace. She saw the golden stones of walls and floors, all brightly lit by candles and a gorgeous chandelier. As she was dragged closer, she could see a big brown desk in the corner of the room, bookshelves lining the west walls, a living room set out in the middle of the room.
The smaller man opened one of the doors, and held it open for the red dress girl, and then Jane, and then herself and Felix. The man turned up his nose and looked away as they passed; looking a little like he was going to be sick. Feline could care less.
The red dress walked over to the desk to talk to the small girl sitting behind it, and the small man disappeared. It was just her, Jane, and Felix, headed down a large, dark hall. The only light to see by was the torches on the wall. Feline's night vision was even beginning to fail in here, she realized, and that made her even more scared. Without her sight, she'd be next to useless.
But she would do anything to be put down. Her upper arms hurt from being carried by them all the way since the capture. She was sure if even given the chance, she would walk to where they wanted her to, if they'd only let her put her feet on the ground. She was tired, wanting her bed back, wanting to fall asleep to the beating heart next to her, keeping watch over her during the night.
Iggy. Where was he? Feline hadn't even thought of it. Was he alright? Was his wing alright? She hoped they hadn't come back and kidnapped him too. Or any of the Flock. If anything, if someone had to be chosen, she was glad it was herself and not someone else. She just wished she could've known them longer. Been in love, if even more than just a second… She felt her just twist and winced, before realizing she had somewhere along the way closed her eyes.
She opened them to see many doors on both sides of the hallway, all wooden, but big, heavy doors. This hallway looked different that the other one, narrower with pictures and paintings on the walls silhouetted by the candles that hung above them. Feline opted to close her eyes again, but up ahead, only feet away, she saw Jane open a door on the right, and walk in.
Felix followed her, and so did Feline, but not by choice. He slammed the door shut behind him, and then completely dropped Feline to the ground. Feline fell on the ground, feeling her arm crush beneath her. She cringed, fighting back the tears that stung her eyes. They will not win. They will not win.
The girl rolled her over to her stomach, where she began to take off the tape that dug into her wrists. Feline felt every rip pulling off skin and making it raw, till she felt her hands become wet and sticky with blood. Next was the rope that was itchy and irritating, not to mention beginning to make her hands numb. And the hand cuffs came off one hand; but not the other. The open cuff was cuffed to the heater register.
Feline felt weak as she was shoved against the wall, still sitting, looking up at her captors. The girl had her arms crossed, and the male sat on the bed. They were both more gorgeous than Feline had realized before. The male looked like he had stepped out of a magazine, aside his older attire. And the girl looked gorgeous, but very scary. Dark circles lined her blood red eyes, her skin and hair pale, but striking.
"Surely you know by now we're not to be reckoned with," the girl, Jane, said, staring Feline down, a slight smirk on her face. Feline swallowed hard, scared she'd feel the intense pain again… But no pain that wasn't unnatural.
Jane tapped her foot, looking over the girl. The girl was wearing light blue jean shorts, that we now dribbled with blood, dirt, and grass stains. She wore a fairly fancy black and white shirt, but lacked shoes. Her hair was matted and bloody in some places, but the ears still poked through, her tail laying limply and looking broken behind her. Jane smirked a little. This girl wasn't exactly homeless as planned. She'd temporarily taken up residency with those other mutants, Jane realized. But it was good that they kidnapped her, Jane thought. She didn't fit in with them anyways. Wings and fur did not mix.
"What's your name?" Jane said in a demanding tone, using a forceful voice, not taking her eyes off Feline. Feline licked her lips, and quickly made the regretful decision not to talk. She stared at the other girl, still breathing heavy, and wiping blood off her forehead with her good hand.
Jane raised her eyebrows at the girl. "Not going to talk? Wow. A very strong, but so, so dumb girl." She narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, and Feline felt the pain rush over her again. She felt her heart speed up and threaten to give out. She lurched against the heater, banging her head on it, her hand being re-cut by the one handcuff. Feline gave out a half moan, half cry.
"I'll talk!" she screamed desperately, "I'll talk!" And like that, the pain stopped. Feline found her way to sit up once again, every muscle more sore than before, her wrist bloodier. Jane still stood above her, staring down expectedly, almost pitifully. "I'm Felicity… They call me Feline."
"Ah, just as I was told," Jane grinned a little, knowing it would spark something in Feline's mind.. And that it did.
"Who? Who told you?" Feline asked, gazing up at her, beginning to get even more angrier than before. She clenched her free hand into a fist, even though it would never come in handy.
"I bought you, little girl," Jane grinned. "From the School is what you call it, I do believe. They said I could acquire you if I bought you for ten grand, and then tracked you down." Jane laughed under her breath, shaking her head just barely. Feline heard her heart beating in her ears. The School had… had sold her? To these people?
"I found you by your scent on this thing," Jane said, pulling a piece of fabric out of her pocket, and tossing it at Feline. Feline immediately recognized the pastel fabric as a polish rag for her cello from her beginning years. She hadn't seen it since the School had taken it from her, and even though Jeb fought to get it back for her, she never had. She felt guilty for leaving bloody prints on it now.
"And then we tracked you down. Really quite easy, actually. Your blood is very bitter and almost sickly sweet smelling." Jane unbuttoned her cloak, and stripped it off, throwing it onto the bed.
"What are you?" Feline asked quickly, and by Jane's reaction, she figured it wasn't a good question. She swallowed hard, trying to hold her ground.
"You don't know?" Jane asked, and Feline shook her head. "Vampires. All of us. That's where you are. Surrounded by vampires. And bleeding. Struggling seems like a mistake now, doesn't it?"
Feline stared at her, expecting some joke or something to be behind the matter. She'd never even heard of something so mythical except maybe herself, and she was a mutant, which was completely possible by science. A vampire was almost all fiction. But the comments about the blood. The tracking. Pale, cold skin, and red eyes. They were vampires if she'd truly ever seen one.
"Why did you capture me?" Feline said quietly, as she tried not to be scared of them. If no one had killed her already, she figured they wouldn't. But it was very obvious that they weren't harmless and shouldn't be given any reasons.
Jane sparked a smile, as she stepped back towards Feline a step. Feline felt the male staring at her, but didn't dare take her eyes off Jane. "An excellent question. Maybe you aren't stupid." Jane grinned a little, "You see, my brother's birthday is tomorrow, and tonight, we're having a celebration. And you, child, are a gift to him." Feline felt her heart lurch; a gift as in herself or gift as in her blood. "Calm down. All of you is the present. What he chooses to do with you beyond that is out of my power, so I suggest be very being very nice to him, right?" Jane stared at Feline and Feline just stared back. "Right?!" Jane screamed at her, sending a kick into her ribcage, making Feline cry out as she felt several bones crack and herself curve over.
"Right," Feline forced herself to say, as she began to cough wildly.
"Easy with her, Jane," the male said quickly. Jane wheeled to look at him. "She's fragile. If you want anything to give Alec at all, especially something that won't fight against him, I suggest being a bit kinder."
"I've never seen one woman refuse Alec my whole life," Jane nearly laughed, but it also sounded like a snarl to Feline. She turned back to face Feline, with a small smile that meant no good. Feline had seen the same look on thousands of scientists in her time. "Let's get you changed into something beautiful."