This... will be a very sad chapter, maybe even a bit... dark and depressing with a hopeful(ish) end. Hope it's alright.
The seventh day was upon them. The seventh day Dean had Fatch and Thatch in captivity. And truth be told, Dean was ready to finally put an end to it all. But he wasn't going to let Frost and Charlene do it- oh no no. He HIMSELF was going to put an end to it. To them. With only a bit of help from his "assistant". As again, he made a deal. HE couldn't lay a hand on Thatch...
Going downstairs, he was pleased to find Thatch sitting against the wall, simply WAITING for something to happen. And it made Dean feel excited truly. He loved the unexpecting victims. Made the kill all the more pleasurable.
He soon had the child's attention though, and loved the look of terror that spread his grey facial features. So terrified and shaken... Dean loved it. He loved when a victim held such an expression. He DID feel bad a KID felt this way, but again, he really DIDNT have a choice in this. He had to do this.
Slowly, for dramatic effect, he knelt down in front of the boy, smirking at him darkly.
" Hello there kiddo. "
He said calmly.
" Looks like the time has for the "fun" to begin. "
" Y-you can't hurt me! "
Thatch cried out, backing into the wall further, sending another grin atop Deans facial features.
" Y-you promised you wouldn't lay a hand on me! "
" Ah! That's right, I promised not to lay a hand on you! "
Dean confirmed before standing up, gently closing his eyes and crossing his arms.
" But... I didn't say ANYTHING about my... "associate". "
Thatch felt himself grow a little cold, soon turning to the top of the basement stair case... only to feel positively HORRIFIED at who he saw there. This... was a Novian for sure with blue bloody clothes, a golden sailors hat and had pink hair and eyes. This Novian looked THRILLED to see Thatch, clapping his hands together happily.
" Ah! So! I finally meet you again. "
The Novian announced, his "cheerful" tone soon becoming icy.
" The little brat who blew up my factory. "
" E-E-Eli?! "
Thatch cried out, Eli simply smirking and flicking his bangs from his face. Dean smirked and placed his hand on the Novian's shoulder briefly.
" I'm going to the prince now Eli. "
Dean said simply, turning to head to the steel door.
" Have fun. "
" Oh believe me. "
Eli said, grinning wickedly and rubbing his hands together.
" I will. "
Eli wasted no time in lifting the other high into his arms, the child screaming and kicking at every second, before soon bringing him to an autopsy table. He was more than prepared to make this kid suffer. The kid that ruined his set up on his home planet and forced him to start back from square one. If it hadn't been for Dean taking him in, he'd be laying in a corner in agonizing pain. Making this child regret his action... would be a mini dream come true.
The Novian immediately strapped the boy down and made a move to get some tools. Like a scalpel, or even Deans hammer which was currently in the corner. Yes... the hammer would do perfect. But Eli wouldn't just staight kill him- oh no. That would be too easy. He... was going to mess with him mentally as well.
Lifting the hammer high, he glared and grinned down at the child, loving the shaking of fear from the other.
" How about we do a little Q&A? "
Eli taunted, shifting his weight onto one hip.
" The answers might even convince me to go easy on you. Now. IF you had a choice... of either having your leg SMASHED with this bad a** hammer, or having that zombie girl Mantha have one of her legs thrown in a furnace. Which would you chose? "
" ... M-m-me... "
Thatch whimpered, getting Eli's eyes to widen a good deal before lowering again, grinning and raising the hammer up... soon SLAMMING it down on the others left leg. The child's scream echoing through the basement. Yet Eli merely smirked.
" Question TWO! "
Eli cheered, beginning to circle the other.
" Would you rather I smash your arm with this hammer, or have me eat the girls arm so she'll never get it back? "
The boys lips quivered horribly, consumed in the pain, yet soon muttered the letter M a good deal. An eeeeee sound emanating soon. Meaning the boy meant himself. Eli smirked and raised the hammer high once more... soon SLAMMING it down on the others right arm. More screaming cutting through the room. Eli couldn't help but love this. The little twerp who destroyed his work was now paying the price. And it felt good.
Putting the hammer down, he soon made a move for a scalpel, ready to truly get into this. Ready to cause a truly great amount of damage.
Slowly he leaned in closer to the kid, the scalpel a mere few inches away from his eye, Thatch staring at it in obvious fear.
" Now... would you rather I liquefy your eye, or- "
" Just shut up and do it already! "
Thatch cried out, back arching a great deal.
" I'd still chose the same! She may of hurt me but I won't let you hurt her back! "
Eli felt his glossy eyes dilate, looking at the kid in shock. After all that zombie b**** put him through he was... still defending him. Still wanting to make sure she was safe. Not wanting him to hurt her. This... seemed pointless to Eli. She hurt him and he defended her. Eli would've made someone PAY if they did that to him.
Slowly he smirked, deciding not to prolong the kids obvious suffering, he raised the scalpel up, grinning widely and evilly, before lowering it swiftly. Over and over. In the exact same spot.
Soon Dean entered the secluded room, the smell of the room bothering him to no end. He didn't know what it was, but it was disgusting. Turning to the corner, he found the prince laying flat on his back, staring at the ceiling yet his eyes seemed to fall on nothing at all. The held no live. He almost looked... dead.
He almost didn't want to do this...
Slowly, trying to shake off what he was feeling, he walked over to the prince, grabbing him by the hurt leg and lifting him high up and upside down. He was shocked when the prince didn't react at all. He knew the other was alive, but yet he... made no indication to the fact he was feeling pain. It was... disconcerting.
Trying to once again shake it off he brought the prince over to the table, placing him down calmly. He didn't know how to start this. Again the prince was already broken pretty badly. He needed to do this right...
He soon strapped the other down to the table and pulled out a knife, preparing to begin with a few cuts. The prince didn't even flinch to the sight of the blade... he wished the other would stir a little. Yet knowing he had to obey the orders of killing the prince, slowly he lowered the blade and dragged it across the others torso. The other made no notification he even noticed it.
Dean curled his lip a little, soon summoning his hammer and slamming it down on the others left arm. To his utter SHOCK, Fatch still didn't stir. He... he seemed... so broken.
Growing a bit more frantic he began to slice into the others chest, arms, good leg and one good slice across his face. Nothing even made the other stir. He just kept looking up at the ceiling, eyes hazy and barely there. Nothing Dean did seemed to work on him.
Finally Dean decided to take the moment to test a theory. A theory many demons had. If a vampire were to drink awoken royal blood, it would make them physically stronger. That the taste was indescribable. And Dean for SURE wanted to test it.
Smirking, licking his lips a bit, he slowly began to lean in closer to the other, deciding to be courteous and not bite the princes neck, but rather the shoulder. That, and he never liked biting others necks. Pushing the others head to the side he pulled the others shirt a bit to revile his shoulder, baring his fangs and... sinking his fangs violently into his shoulder. Drinking the supposed power-filling blood. The supposed best tasting blood in the world...
He was... shocked to find the taste was... interesting.
Dean soon pulled away, backing up and turning his back on the prince, clicking his tongue a bit in an attempt to define the taste.
" ... Hm. "
Dean hummed, narrowing his eyes.
" I don't know why people make such a big deal about your blood. It tastes almost like a wet gym sock... "
As he said this, however, he was suddenly gripped with a strange zapping sensation of violent yellowish-orange flashes, causing his entire body to jolt. The flashes soon began more violent, and strangely, his eyes flashed blue.
Finally the flashes faded, leaving the vamp in a daze and breathing violently.
" ... WOOOOH! "
Dean cheered, throwing his arms in the air.
" NOW I see it! Wow! That blood of yours has a ZIP to it! Holy hell! That was amazing! "
" ... Just shut up and kill me already... "
Dean blinked and turned around, finding the princes eyes closed now, tears beginning to leak from them. The kid was broken...
Dean went to move over to say something, anything, maybe even grant him his wish... when suddenly the still door SLAMMED open, the shadow vamp turning in shock to find... four vampires running in. All of royal blood. Fatch's siblings.
Yet the tallest one... for some reason made him uneasy.
" Give Fatch back to us! "
The girl wearing the dress roared at him, the girl with long black hair beside her soon stamping her foot down.
" We'll make you regret this, you monster! How DARE you kidnap Fatch and Thatch?! "
" Don't fight us. We won't show mercy on the likes of you! "
The boy with a curled bang snapped. Finally the tallest one grinned, as if evilly.
" We're going to make you wish you were never born. Just like that pink alien jerk before you. "
As the vampire approached, Dean backed up, his heart for some reason tightening horribly. As if he were... afraid. Why was he so scared of this guy...? He... he didn't even know him...
Suddenly his head began to hurt, causing him to cry out and grip his forehead, backing into the wall. The tall one stopped as he cried out- thank FLASH- but the pain didn't cease. He was... remembering.
" Guys we have to stop! "
The child cried, stamping his feet.
" This is BAD! "
The group of vampires shrugged him off once more, continuing to kick the child with red in his hair. A... seemingly much younger version of Fatch. And the kid who was trying to get them to stop... was Dean.
Suddenly the children began to shriek, saying five oh, or something, and began to run. Yet as they did, they practically TRAMPLED Dean, making the boy fall to the ground. Groaning at the mild pain the child looked up, finding a tall vampire staring down at him. Panicked, knowing this prince was bad news, Dean got up hurriedly and grabbed his treasured silver hammer, taking off running with a start.
Dean moaned weakly, the head ache simply DESTROYING him right now and... soon passed out.
Dusk blinked, wondering if he... had scared the other to the point of fainting. He wouldn't mind, as this guy was a MONSTER... but wow.
Hearing a gasp he turned around, finding Midnight staring down at the prince in horror. Dusk frowned as well, soon walking over and gently taking the long since unconscious prince into his arms.
" ... Marco go get Thatch. "
Dusk ordered, the other doing so without a word.
" ... Dusk. "
The prince turned, finding Fatima bending down beside the shadow vamp.
" We should bring him with us. There's... something not right here. "
" Ugh... that brat can stay here and ROT for all I care. "
" Dusk. "
Fatima said calmly, standing up straight and glaring at him spitefully.
" I'm taking him with us. I'll leave him in a devils trap, but I'm taking him with us. "
Dusk wanted to object, truly, he did. But knowing Fatch and Thatch had little time, swallowed his discomfort and caved in.
" Fine. Now... let's get out of here. Fatch and Thatch need help, and they need it NOW. "
I took too long toying this. Hope it was... alright.