I'm going to try and get back on track. Wish me luck~!
Fatch sighed, holding Thatch close and trying to keep him calm. They'd been down here for a few hours now, and no doubt the suspense of waiting had gotten to the boy. Fatch wished he could do something to reassure him better but, in all seriousness... he was worried to. Worried about what might happen when Dean finally did come back down stairs... about what he might have in store. Especially after they'd seen all of the shadow creatures torture equipment...
Fatch didn't know what was going to happen. Not with Dean turned into a shadow vamp, with a basement full of torture equipment and the obvious new demon mojo. Dean... was going to be tough. Fatch didn't know if he could take him down. He didn't know what the other had planned. He didn't know what he was going to do to them. He didn't know if he was going to... kill them.
To be honest, Fatch didn't know if they would survive this time around. Dean was powerful based on his aura alone. More powerful than Fatch was used to seeing within someone like him. And he didn't know why... and he really needed to get him and Thatch out of here, before it was too late.
Now if only Dean hadn't sealed off their only exit.
Suddenly the pair could hear a slamming upstairs, the vampires jumping and panicking a good deal, looking up to find Dean heading down towards them. Thatch cried out in fear, immediately clinging to Fatch and shaking horribly. Fatch held him closer, glaring daggers at Dean. Dean didn't look at ALL intimidated, however, and merely grinned viciously at him.
Shadow hands suddenly grabbed the pair and pulled them apart, keeping them suspended in the air. The duo cried out and tried to squirm their way out of the hands, both officially freaking and terrified of what Dean might do.
Dean smirked to their reactions, slowly walking over to the prince, gently lifting his chin, sneering cruelly.
" You know... my boss wanted something special for you here. Wanted me to do a little something different for your torture. I think you'll find it interesting. "
Fatch growled and pulled back, suddenly snapping his jaws down just barely missing Deans hands. Dean glared and punched the prince across the face, backing up a little.
" You little brat. "
He hissed, turning his back in the vampires. Soon the shadow creature lifted his glowing purple hands, mumbling something in another language, Fatch recognizing it as Latin.
" Animas lapso,
Exaudi alica
Call caput meum
Et resurgere a infernum. "
Strange lights could be seen coming into view, signaling whatever Dean had done was now coming to light. These strange lights could be seen taking the forms of people, Fatch realizing Dean had most likely called people back from the dead. But who did he call? And what for?
Finally the light took form, horrifying Fatch to no possible end. For the spirits Dean had called... were Frost and Charlene.
They both looked different. Charlene was now wearing pure black. Her top was long sleeved, a bit revieling and showed off her stomach, showing her yellowish-gold belly button ring. Her jeans were a bit low on her yet stopped at her ankles and she wore black high heeled shoes.
Frost was now wearing a dark grey long sleeved shirt torn at the waist, long light grey baggy jeans torn at the ankles and black shoes. He also wore a black spiked choker and bracelets to match, all three with blood red spikes.
Both looked terrifying.
Fatch began to panic and squirm like hell, trying his best to get away from the duo who were approaching him slowly, praying to Flash that what was happening wasn't really happening. Dean couldn't have summoned these two. Anyone but these two. It could've been anyone but these two...
The prince felt his breath hitch when the duo grabbed his wrists, the shadows around him disappearing. Unknowingly he began to mumble no repeatedly, trying to get away yet... barely moved, due to being so terrified... this couldn't be happening.
" You two torment him. "
Dean said calmly, waving his hand at them and turning to Thatch, grinning widely.
" I'll get the kid. "
" With great pleasure Dean. "
Charlene purred darkly, grinning menacingly down at the prince, who blushed horribly now and looked as though he could scream at any given point. Slowly the pair of vampire spirits left with Fatch, bringing him to another part of the basement and walking into a large iron door. This basement was MUCH bigger than it would appear.
Thatch gulped and watched as Dean approached him, not wanting to know what the shadow had planned for him.
In a sudden swift movement, Dean slammed his fist on top of Thatch's head, slamming the poor kid tot he ground. Thatch cried out, curling into a ball and holding his head, now truly dreading the worst.
Hours had passed. Thankfully for Thatch Dean had grown bored quickly and left to relax upstairs, allowing Frost and Charlene time to torment Fatch. Thatch had tried to go into that room Fatch was in, but the iron door wouldn't budge. He wanted to know what was going on in there... he wanted to help Fatch... he hoped the other was alright...
Finally the iron door opened, Frost and Charlene walking out proudly and paying the child no mind, Charlene straightening her hair out. Thatch blinked and immediately dismissed it, rushing inside.
Fatch was curled up in a tight ball, cape covering his tiny shaking frame and, from here, Thatch could hear him breathing quite heavily. Like he'd run for miles, or if he was crying. Slowly the child neared, softly speaking Fatch's name. The prince slowly rolled his head to look at him, tears streaming down his face before he looked away, seemingly breaking down even further.
Thatch quickly rushed up to him, placing his arms over him as if to protect him, offering gently shushes. Trying to comfort him he didn't know what happened, but this alone was enough to prove that Fatch... may have very well been broken here and now.
Oof. Oh my poor baby... T_T
Sorry about the sad chapter here.
Oh, translation to the Latin:
Souls of the fallen
Hear my spell
Head my call
And rise from hell