AN: So so sorry about the delay, work has been a nightmare recently but I promise to update as soon as I can..
Also Just a quick note, this chapter is the low before the high but please mind the trigger warnings as they are quite graphic..
Trigger Warnings: Torture, Violence...
She'd awoke hours ago, as soon as her kidnappers had wheeled her and George off, what she assumes was a plane. Her feet repeatably kick out against the darkness of the black metal, her arms aching behind her back with heavy chains wrapped securely around her torso. She already tried screaming for help but it seems the damn things are measurably soundproof. Victoria gives her legs a rest, the air in the metal box getting thinner as she tries to control her breathing. Her mind's been racing none stop. Obviously the men were after George, but why? And how the hell did they get passed security?
Suddenly the top of the box is pulled off and she squints at the bright light above. Soon hands are grabbing her roughly, dragging her from metal and tossing her to concrete. She groans, the sound of guns cocking around her as blue eyes adjust.
"It seems your little soldier was just as useless as the rest George."
Victoria turns her head, spotting George whose bloody and beaten on his knees and bound with silver cuffs. The council man growls but he only gets a punch to the face in return.
"She's no ordinary soldier sir. As I stated in my message, she's an Archdemon."
Blue eyes snap up, Luscious's dark eyes flickering to Victoria's for a brief moment and her anger simmers.
"You BASTARD!"
Quickly Victoria scrambles to her feet, launching herself at the man but two men rush forward and throw her painfully to the ground. A heavy boot and knee wedge themselves in her back and she cries out.
"The collar will keep her from her true form but she can still be deadly Drake."
"And that has been taken under advisement.." Drake, their leader, holds himself tall, glaring down on George with burning yellow eyes.."Not even the Queens pet will save you now!"
"Fuck you!"
Victoria gets a sudden punch to the face and begins battling fiercely with her bonds.
"Shut her up!"
Quickly a silver bit is forced into Victoria's mouth and secured at the back of tussled ebony hair.
"You think you've won?! Traitors and filth like you are always put back in their place right before they die by my hand!" George spits at the man.
"You don't seem to realize the tables have turned George, no one is coming for you, the Queen wouldn't risk the journey with the Lycans mobilizing in the west. She may have been onto Luscious here but she has no idea where this hideout is or who was involved with your abduction. Your expendable George, and rightfully so."
"Špinavý polovičný plemeno! Then go ahead and kill me!"
"Death is too good for you, after what you did to me, to my son, you will suffer more than anyone has ever known! You will be shown no mercy!"
Victoria stares at George, his eyes defiant and determined but there's a hint of something else..Fear. She could almost laugh but this is serious, if they plan to torture George then what are they going to do to her?
"Mercy?! I don't want it! I never gave it to your son! You must have been watching him, watching how I broke him every second of every day.."
George chuckles and Victoria cringes at the amount of fury building in Drakes yellow eyes.
"I beat him to within an inch of his life and made him believe he deserved it. When he wanted to read, Id beat him so he would kiss my boots and say he was sorry. Your son is gone, the only thing left is the slave I created you stupid kretén!"
She can almost see steam coming from Drake's ears as the man darts forward, bludgeoning George with spiked knuckle dusters until the councilman slumps to the floor in a broken bloody mess. She stares, fear driving up her spine and stomach doing back flips. She doesn't want to be beaten like that, she doesn't want to be here. The mans eyes lock onto her and she shudders.
"Get her up!"
Two man roughly drag Victoria to her knees.
"You defend this špina?! Then you share in his fate!"
Victoria groans, shaking her head desperately but it doesn't stop the many blows battering her face, ribs and back. Drake slams his heel against her spine and a strangled cry echos around them. After the third crunch and agonizing scream, a door to the right opens and a skinny boy rushes over and throws himself to his knees in front of a battered Victoria.
She coughs, blood coating the metal bit and the already crimson concrete around her. Swollen blue eyes attempt to remain open when a gentle hand lands delicately on her shoulder. She cant move, cant breathe properly but a set of timid yellow eyes slide into view and for a second, she thinks shes hallucinating. Georges slave, the one shes been reading with in the library, the one she called Tommy, lies down on the floor beside her. Grim yellow eyes watch carefully whilst his brittle hand gently rests against sticky ebony tresses. There's muffled voices but Victoria remains focused on yellow eyes as too soon, the slave disappears in a haze of blurry darkness..
There's a thump and a strangled cry muffled by concrete. Victoria tries to open her eyes but finds them sealed shut, she tries to move her arms, her legs, but metal bites into bruised flesh and she whimpers. She hasn't felt this scared since Emma beat her that first time at Barthmont.
Another crack and screech has her shifting on her lumpy mattress, the springs sticking into her damaged ribs and her spine sending sharp pains across her neck and down her back. The Queen will come for her right? Despite what Drake said the royal will come, they were supposed to be life mates, the woman must know shes missing by now..Her mind races..But what if the Queen thinks she ran away? But she didn't, she promised she never would and..
Victoria flinches, a slight whimper springing free when a cold hand suddenly lands against her chest. The lack of visibility and overwhelming stench of Georges blood has her completely blind and she can only wait for her visitors next move. A hand fumbles behind her head and she releases a shaky breath when the gag is slipped from her mouth. Her crimson tongue swirls, lapping up remaining blood and painfully pushing it down her throat. She jumps when something metal touches her lips but soon assesses its a simple cup. Her head tilts, attempting to swallow what she can only assume is water but she spits violently, the heavy metallic taste burning her tongue and stomach. The cup is gone in an instant as she coughs, gagging and eventually throwing up the black and red ooze from her stomach. She sobs, her stomach on fire, her energy dwindling and body in ruins.
A body slowly slips alongside, a gentle arm resting over Victoria's stomach and head pushing into her shoulder..Tommy. She knows his hug anywhere, timid, careful and always gentle encase he ever did anything wrong.
"Logan! Your father is looking for you!"
The body quickly retracts and she hears the pitter patter of feet move away as Georges cries ring out once again..Logan..His name is Logan..
Victoria's pulled from her sleep on the bumpy mattress, one of her blue eyes cracking open a fraction as heavy boots step in front. Rough hands grab her shoulders before shes dragged down the hall and into a concrete room. Her body's thrown to the floor with a cry but she steels herself, breathing through the pain.
"My boy says he knows you, says you should be granted mercy..I on the other hand think otherwise.."
There's the scrape of a metal blade and Victoria manages to restrain a whimper.
"I don't know what happened to him, nor do I truly trust everything he has to say. He has been defending Georges actions, of course part of the špina's tactics to control his mind, but I find myself in a dilemma with you.."
A pair of legs bend in front of her face and she can see a vicious looking knife pricking at Drakes forefinger.
"Why would he make such a strong plea if you were not his intended master? Then again, we've been told you are an Archdemon, maybe you used that as a threat to force him into subservience like the Queen and her multitude of slaves."
"I..I didn't.." The knife quickly presses against Victoria's bottom lip and she freezes.
"My son has been relocated to a safer place, so he is now out of reach from any further corruption. I know I will not get out of this unscathed and most likely I will be hunted down by the Queen and burned alive, but I die knowing that George has received justice and you..Well you have been sent back to Pelko where you belong demon. But alas, I have no time to ponder, George will be taken care of soon enough. Until then, I need to make sure your of no threat to me during his borrowed time."
"I'm..I'm not a..a threat.."
"No, you wont be.."
Victoria frowns until the blade at her lip pulls back and slices slowly down the back of her thigh. She screams, the metal retracing its steps again and again as she writhes within the mans grasp. He kneels on her damaged ribs and a gargled cry followed by blood flowing down her chin finally numbs the assault on her body. After an hour of various little tricks and methods, shes finally dragged back to her mattress and is left alone in the dark..
There's a dripping in the distance and she had tried to focus on that throughout the night. She'd been crying for hours, making herself groggy and weak. Drake had resealed one of her eyes and the other was so badly damaged, she didn't have the stomach to battle the pain of opening it. Her bodies failing, she can feel her heart slowing with every passing hour and knows she wont last another day. Her mind pictures everyone she'll be leaving behind, her dad, Lisa, her niece or nephew..The Queen. She never even got to know the woman's name.
Silence drowns her, Georges cries had died down hours ago. She thinks maybe they finally put him out of his misery, but then again they would have done the same with her, wouldn't they?
There's a bang, gunfire echoing from somewhere beyond her small concrete cell and her panic resurfaces. An explosion, painful screams and a savage screech has her shifting anxiously. Somethings wrong, is it Lycans? Have they found her? Drake did say there was heavy clan operation in the west of Germany.
The door to the cellar is blown off it hinges. Victoria whimpers, scooting against the wall and into the darkness. Heavy feet march down the hall towards her room, heavy steel doors systematically kicked open until there's a pause further up. Muffled voices have her straining to hear but the buzzing in her ears drowns it out. After a moment, clicking is heard before movement picks up again and the door next to her room is kicked open.
Feet stop outside, she tenses, fearful tears straining to break free as she curls herself against the concrete wall. The metal is flung open and she jumps before several sets of boots take cautious steps forward. An uneasy silence descends upon the room and it only fuels Victoria's panic. She cant see her attackers, cant smell them so she simply slumps against the mattress with a defeated sigh..Perhaps the lycans will be nice enough to just kill her, maybe then she can finally get some peace..
Clicking slowly draws closer, almost hesitant to approach before there's a small breeze and a faint smell of smoky sweet. A cold palm slides over Victoria's face and she gasps at the touch, her heart soaring at the familiarity.
"Ma..Maj..esty?.." A soothing thumb caresses her cheek.
"Victoria.."
A painful sob tares from Victoria's throat, her fear replaced by so much happiness, all she can do is cry.
"Emma get the car and make sure Graham is ready."
"Yes majesty."
Several pairs of boots march from the cellar but another pair hesitantly step forward.."My Queen, she must replenish or she wont survive the return journey." Archie's concerned voice echos around the cellar.
A blast of smoky smelling copper breaks down Victoria's walls and her stomach churns violently. She needs to feed, she needs blood and she needs it now. A cold wrist is pushed against her lips and they sloppily open, fangs springing forward and clamping into flesh.
Victoria moans and groans, Archie unchaining her aching muscles and releasing the collar around her neck as she feasts on the Queens wrist. A hand gently combs through her hair, soothing as always until the delectable skin is pulled back and heavy pants strain from above.
"Why hasn't she healed?"
Victoria grunts, a hand suddenly pressing at her fractured ribs and partially healed skull.
"Her injuries are severe majesty. It will take time for her to fully recover, even with your blood."
"Then set up a viable station on my plane, I want her constantly monitored and a drip put in place from the bags I filled."
"Yes my Queen."
"Go, make sure the area is secure, we move out immediately and I want every last associate of those filth burnt alive! You do not return to London until they are all dead!"
"Understood." Determined boots pace out of the room, leaving both Victoria and the Queen alone. A hand continues to run through Victoria's hair, her breathing scratchy and wheezing.
"I thought you had ran away, scared of what we discussed about the ritual..I thought.."
"Knew..you'd find..me.."
Victoria cracks open a semi healed eye, adjusting to the hazy light from the hallway before locking onto glassy brown eyes hovering above. Her shaky hand tries to reach up but quickly the Queen slides their fingers together.
"George.."
"Unfortunately George is no more. The traitors succeeded in his demise not long ago, luckily we arrived just in time before Drake and his rebels decided you join him."
"Wanna..Go..Home.."
"Soon my love, soon."
"My Queen the car is ready."
Victoria's weary eye slides to Emma, the blond's focus flickering between her and the Queen as the vampire clings tightly to her sub machine gun.
"Make sure Georges body is prepped for transport. I trust you to assist Archie in his mission and report when the job is done."
"Of course."
With a screech, Victoria's broken body is carefully scooped bridal style into the Queens arms.
"Make sure they suffer!"
Furious dark eyes glare and Emma respectfully bows.."Pain is my specialty majesty."
With a firm nod, the Queen paces out of the dank cellar, into the frosty nights air where an army of soldiers secure the burning and destroyed warehouse...