Kayla looked at the room around her trying desperately not to panic. Gangrel's doctor had been in to examine Christian and her and after tending to their injuries had departed leaving them alone again.
At Christian's gentle urging, concerned as he was by the aftereffects of the chloroform, Kayla had taken a shower and changed her clothes leaving her dirty, torn clothes discarded in a corner. Christian was now taking his turn in the shower and Kayla looked down at the outfit she now wore. While most of the clothes in her closet were dresses she had found several pairs of black leather pants and several made of cloth. She had chosen a pair of the cloth pants and a simple black silk shirt.
Kayla looked up as the bathroom door opened and Christian emerged also in fresh clothes. While he had slid into black slacks he had chosen a white shirt like the one he had worn when he was a member of the Brood. Brushing his damp locks out of his face he sat down on the bed next to his brother's girlfriend. "How are you holding up, Princess?"
The petite girl shook her head, "I don't know," she shivered, "Gangrel scares me," she confessed snuggling up against Christian when he wrapped an arm around her in support.
"I know," Christian murmured softly before tipping her chin up so that she was looking at him again, "I want you to listen to me. I want you to do whatever Gangrel tells you to do."
"What?!" Kayla stared at him as if he had grown another head.
The European Champion took her gently by the shoulders, "Gangrel is dangerous, and if you don't do what he says he's going to make you regret it. For now we've just got to go with it."
Kayla nodded, "I understand, it's just . . ." she trailed off and stood up walking several feet from the bed.
Christian stood as well, following her. "It's just what?" he prodded, gently wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"I'm afraid for Edge," she whispered, "I don't want him sacrificing himself for us."
Christian said nothing closing his eyes. He knew too well how this would be played out. Gangrel never took defeat well and he would stop at nothing to have his Brood back together. For his part, Edge would never leave his brother and girlfriend in the hands of his former master. No, Edge would come for them no matter how much he should just stay away. The European Champion tightened his grip on Kayla and swore to himself that no matter what he'd keep her safe.
"Why don't you try to get some sleep, Princess?" Christian suggested softly gently pushing her in the direction of the bed. "I know the chloroform they used is making you sick."
Kayla turned to face him and after a moment nodded, "Will you hold me? Please?" No matter how much she tried to hide it she was terrified. Kayla knew she'd never get any sleep unless the man that had become a brother to her was there to watch over her.
"Sure, Sweetheart," Christian walked over to the bed and laid down holding his arms out in invitation.
Kayla crawled into bed and after spending several moments of getting herself situated fell into a deep sleep while Christian dozed beside her, keeping watch over the redhead while she slept.
A little over an hour later Christian snapped awake as the door opened and several of Gangrel's men stepped into the room. Christian rose from the bed and gave him his best cold glare. "What the hell do you want?" he demanded with a contemptuous sneer.
"Master Gangrel wishes you to join him for dinner. You have twenty minutes to get dress. You remember what type of clothing the Master prefers for dinner." Without giving Christian a chance to respond the man took his friends and left closing the door behind him.
"Damn," Christian sighed knowing he had little choice but to obey. The Canadian didn't give a damn about himself but he had Kayla to think about. Kayla was a spunky young woman and could take care of herself but she had no experience with the likes of Gangrel. Christian walked back to bed and shook Kayla gently, "Princess . . . come on Kayla time to wake up."
Kayla stirred and opened her eyes, "What is it, Christian?"
"Gangrel wants us to join him for dinner. We need to get dressed," Christian told her softly, going to her closet and pulling out a black dress. "Put this on and brush your hair."
Kayla climbed out of bed her eyes flashing angrily, "What the hell does he think this is? The damned Oscars?" Kayla snatched the dress from Christian's hands and stormed off towards the bathroom.
Christian could her slamming drawers and cursing for several minutes before she emerged still fuming, "He thinks he can just show up, turn our lives upside down, and then expect us to play dress up for him! "
Christian smiled as he button up his shirt and slipped into his boots, glad to see her getting her spirit back. He walked up to her brushing her hair back from her face, "That's my girl," he praised kissing her forehead, "Don't ever let Gangrel take that from you."
"Do I still have to behave?" she asked with a pout.
Christian couldn't help but chuckle. "Yes, you have to behave," Christian stepped back to examine her appearance. The black dress she wore had a slit going to mid-thigh, a plunging neckline that showed just a hint of cleavage and she had completed the outfit with knee-high boots. The material of the dress sparkled in the dim light. Yes, Gangrel would be pleased, Christian noted, maybe too pleased. He'd have to keep an eye on Kayla.
The door opened and the servant/thug from earlier stepped into view. "Come, Gangrel is waiting."
Christian extended his arm and Kayla took it, bravely flashing him a small grin before scowling at Gangrel's glorified butler as she and Christian preceded him out the door.
More of the vampire's hired goons waited outside the door. Kayla laughed mirthlessly, "Gangrel sure doesn't take any chances does he?"
The Butler, Stoneface as Kayla had dubbed him, turned to face her. "The Master believes in being prepared," Stoneface then turned and began to walk down the hall, "Follow me."
Kayla made a face as the two captives fell in step behind him and Christian stifled a chuckle with a cough.
Stoneface led them through a series of hallways before they reached Gangrel's Dinning Hall. As they stood in the doorway Kayla let out a low whistle. "He's got to have tons of money," she declared taking in the marble floor and crystal chandelier.
"It's always nice to find someone who appreciates such things."
For the first time Kayla noticed Gangrel sitting at the head of the table. "Don't stand there staring, come in, children," Gangrel rose as Christian led Kayla further into the room.
Christian drew Kayla closer to his side as Gangrel approached. Gangrel flashed his toothy grin and Kayla repressed a shudder. The Vampire lifted Kayla's free hand and pressed a kiss to her fingers. "I trust you are feeling better?"
Kayla forced herself to smile politely, "Much. Thank you."
Gangrel looked her over and Christian glared warningly at the vampire. The Master of the Brood laughed. "Calm yourself, boy. Come, let us eat."
Christian and Kayla followed him to the table as Stoneface and his fellow lackeys took their positions at the door.
As they began to eat the meal before them Gangrel studied the two captives appraisingly. "You know, Christian," Gangrel began, "I have been most surprised at your behavior."
"How so?" Christian asked playing Gangrel's game.
"I was shocked when you turned on your brother," Gangrel replied sipping something from his goblet. "You were always the quiet one. Edge was stronger, more aggressive, but you proved who was more ruthless."
Christian stared down at his plate and Kayla glared angrily at Gangrel from her place beside Christian. "Everyone makes mistakes," Kayla replied coldly.
Gangrel sat back in his seat, clearly enjoying himself. "Yes, but not everyone turns his back on his own flesh and blood. But, Christian seems to be quite adept at betraying his family. First he turned on me and then Edge."
Christian slammed a fist down onto the table causing Kayla to jump as he sprang to his feet. "Like you were so perfect!" Christian exploded, "You impaled Edge, attacked the boys you had called your sons. How many times did you strike us, you bastard?!"
Gangrel rose to his feet menacingly, "What how you speak to me. I am your Master."
Christian laughed bitterly. "No, you're not. Not anymore."
"You're angry because I speak the truth," Gangrel retorted cruelly, "Edge has always been better and always will be bet- . . ."
Gangrel was cut off as Christian leaped across the table in a rage, tackling the older man.
Despite his rage, Christian was no match for this supernatural being. Gangrel threw him off easily and straddled Christian pinning him to the floor.
Kayla watched horrified as the vampire bared his fangs. "It is time I reminded you of your place," Gangrel snarled as he lowered his head and his fangs pierced the soft skin of Christian's neck.
Christian let out a moan and this expression of pain finally spurred Kayla into action. Concern, fear, and anger gave her strength she didn't know she possessed as she grabbed Gangrel by the hair, pulling him off Christian. Kayla kicked the vampire in the stomach and was rewarded with a vicious backhand that sent her tumbling to the floor next to Christian.
Gangrel stood towering over them. "I warned him not to defy me."
Kayla's hand went to her lip and her eyes widened when her hand came away covered in her blood. Keeping an eye on the now collected Gangrel, Kayla crawled over to Christian. She paused when she saw the two puncture wounds in his neck and the blood that trickled from them. The blond Canadian was unconscious, his skin pale, and his breath shallow.
"What did you do?" Kayla demanded as her fingers fumbled for a pulse. She sighed in relief when she found one strong and steady.
"I did no permanent damage," Gangrel said dismissively, "I will not tolerate disrespect." The vampire pointed a finger at Kayla, "And you would do well to refrain from interfering in the future."
Gangrel now spoke to his men, "Take them back to their quarters."
Stoneface came forward and grabbed Kayla by the arm pulling her roughly to her feet. She tore her arm from his grasp, "Don't touch me," she spat watching as two of the thugs lifted Christian's motionless form. She began to follow them out of the room but paused turning back to face Gangrel. "Don't think you've won," she warned him, venom in her voice and eyes.
Gangrel merely smiled, "But, my dear, I always win." Kayla could hear Gangrel's laughter echoing down the hall as the two captives were taken back to their prison.
At Christian's gentle urging, concerned as he was by the aftereffects of the chloroform, Kayla had taken a shower and changed her clothes leaving her dirty, torn clothes discarded in a corner. Christian was now taking his turn in the shower and Kayla looked down at the outfit she now wore. While most of the clothes in her closet were dresses she had found several pairs of black leather pants and several made of cloth. She had chosen a pair of the cloth pants and a simple black silk shirt.
Kayla looked up as the bathroom door opened and Christian emerged also in fresh clothes. While he had slid into black slacks he had chosen a white shirt like the one he had worn when he was a member of the Brood. Brushing his damp locks out of his face he sat down on the bed next to his brother's girlfriend. "How are you holding up, Princess?"
The petite girl shook her head, "I don't know," she shivered, "Gangrel scares me," she confessed snuggling up against Christian when he wrapped an arm around her in support.
"I know," Christian murmured softly before tipping her chin up so that she was looking at him again, "I want you to listen to me. I want you to do whatever Gangrel tells you to do."
"What?!" Kayla stared at him as if he had grown another head.
The European Champion took her gently by the shoulders, "Gangrel is dangerous, and if you don't do what he says he's going to make you regret it. For now we've just got to go with it."
Kayla nodded, "I understand, it's just . . ." she trailed off and stood up walking several feet from the bed.
Christian stood as well, following her. "It's just what?" he prodded, gently wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"I'm afraid for Edge," she whispered, "I don't want him sacrificing himself for us."
Christian said nothing closing his eyes. He knew too well how this would be played out. Gangrel never took defeat well and he would stop at nothing to have his Brood back together. For his part, Edge would never leave his brother and girlfriend in the hands of his former master. No, Edge would come for them no matter how much he should just stay away. The European Champion tightened his grip on Kayla and swore to himself that no matter what he'd keep her safe.
"Why don't you try to get some sleep, Princess?" Christian suggested softly gently pushing her in the direction of the bed. "I know the chloroform they used is making you sick."
Kayla turned to face him and after a moment nodded, "Will you hold me? Please?" No matter how much she tried to hide it she was terrified. Kayla knew she'd never get any sleep unless the man that had become a brother to her was there to watch over her.
"Sure, Sweetheart," Christian walked over to the bed and laid down holding his arms out in invitation.
Kayla crawled into bed and after spending several moments of getting herself situated fell into a deep sleep while Christian dozed beside her, keeping watch over the redhead while she slept.
A little over an hour later Christian snapped awake as the door opened and several of Gangrel's men stepped into the room. Christian rose from the bed and gave him his best cold glare. "What the hell do you want?" he demanded with a contemptuous sneer.
"Master Gangrel wishes you to join him for dinner. You have twenty minutes to get dress. You remember what type of clothing the Master prefers for dinner." Without giving Christian a chance to respond the man took his friends and left closing the door behind him.
"Damn," Christian sighed knowing he had little choice but to obey. The Canadian didn't give a damn about himself but he had Kayla to think about. Kayla was a spunky young woman and could take care of herself but she had no experience with the likes of Gangrel. Christian walked back to bed and shook Kayla gently, "Princess . . . come on Kayla time to wake up."
Kayla stirred and opened her eyes, "What is it, Christian?"
"Gangrel wants us to join him for dinner. We need to get dressed," Christian told her softly, going to her closet and pulling out a black dress. "Put this on and brush your hair."
Kayla climbed out of bed her eyes flashing angrily, "What the hell does he think this is? The damned Oscars?" Kayla snatched the dress from Christian's hands and stormed off towards the bathroom.
Christian could her slamming drawers and cursing for several minutes before she emerged still fuming, "He thinks he can just show up, turn our lives upside down, and then expect us to play dress up for him! "
Christian smiled as he button up his shirt and slipped into his boots, glad to see her getting her spirit back. He walked up to her brushing her hair back from her face, "That's my girl," he praised kissing her forehead, "Don't ever let Gangrel take that from you."
"Do I still have to behave?" she asked with a pout.
Christian couldn't help but chuckle. "Yes, you have to behave," Christian stepped back to examine her appearance. The black dress she wore had a slit going to mid-thigh, a plunging neckline that showed just a hint of cleavage and she had completed the outfit with knee-high boots. The material of the dress sparkled in the dim light. Yes, Gangrel would be pleased, Christian noted, maybe too pleased. He'd have to keep an eye on Kayla.
The door opened and the servant/thug from earlier stepped into view. "Come, Gangrel is waiting."
Christian extended his arm and Kayla took it, bravely flashing him a small grin before scowling at Gangrel's glorified butler as she and Christian preceded him out the door.
More of the vampire's hired goons waited outside the door. Kayla laughed mirthlessly, "Gangrel sure doesn't take any chances does he?"
The Butler, Stoneface as Kayla had dubbed him, turned to face her. "The Master believes in being prepared," Stoneface then turned and began to walk down the hall, "Follow me."
Kayla made a face as the two captives fell in step behind him and Christian stifled a chuckle with a cough.
Stoneface led them through a series of hallways before they reached Gangrel's Dinning Hall. As they stood in the doorway Kayla let out a low whistle. "He's got to have tons of money," she declared taking in the marble floor and crystal chandelier.
"It's always nice to find someone who appreciates such things."
For the first time Kayla noticed Gangrel sitting at the head of the table. "Don't stand there staring, come in, children," Gangrel rose as Christian led Kayla further into the room.
Christian drew Kayla closer to his side as Gangrel approached. Gangrel flashed his toothy grin and Kayla repressed a shudder. The Vampire lifted Kayla's free hand and pressed a kiss to her fingers. "I trust you are feeling better?"
Kayla forced herself to smile politely, "Much. Thank you."
Gangrel looked her over and Christian glared warningly at the vampire. The Master of the Brood laughed. "Calm yourself, boy. Come, let us eat."
Christian and Kayla followed him to the table as Stoneface and his fellow lackeys took their positions at the door.
As they began to eat the meal before them Gangrel studied the two captives appraisingly. "You know, Christian," Gangrel began, "I have been most surprised at your behavior."
"How so?" Christian asked playing Gangrel's game.
"I was shocked when you turned on your brother," Gangrel replied sipping something from his goblet. "You were always the quiet one. Edge was stronger, more aggressive, but you proved who was more ruthless."
Christian stared down at his plate and Kayla glared angrily at Gangrel from her place beside Christian. "Everyone makes mistakes," Kayla replied coldly.
Gangrel sat back in his seat, clearly enjoying himself. "Yes, but not everyone turns his back on his own flesh and blood. But, Christian seems to be quite adept at betraying his family. First he turned on me and then Edge."
Christian slammed a fist down onto the table causing Kayla to jump as he sprang to his feet. "Like you were so perfect!" Christian exploded, "You impaled Edge, attacked the boys you had called your sons. How many times did you strike us, you bastard?!"
Gangrel rose to his feet menacingly, "What how you speak to me. I am your Master."
Christian laughed bitterly. "No, you're not. Not anymore."
"You're angry because I speak the truth," Gangrel retorted cruelly, "Edge has always been better and always will be bet- . . ."
Gangrel was cut off as Christian leaped across the table in a rage, tackling the older man.
Despite his rage, Christian was no match for this supernatural being. Gangrel threw him off easily and straddled Christian pinning him to the floor.
Kayla watched horrified as the vampire bared his fangs. "It is time I reminded you of your place," Gangrel snarled as he lowered his head and his fangs pierced the soft skin of Christian's neck.
Christian let out a moan and this expression of pain finally spurred Kayla into action. Concern, fear, and anger gave her strength she didn't know she possessed as she grabbed Gangrel by the hair, pulling him off Christian. Kayla kicked the vampire in the stomach and was rewarded with a vicious backhand that sent her tumbling to the floor next to Christian.
Gangrel stood towering over them. "I warned him not to defy me."
Kayla's hand went to her lip and her eyes widened when her hand came away covered in her blood. Keeping an eye on the now collected Gangrel, Kayla crawled over to Christian. She paused when she saw the two puncture wounds in his neck and the blood that trickled from them. The blond Canadian was unconscious, his skin pale, and his breath shallow.
"What did you do?" Kayla demanded as her fingers fumbled for a pulse. She sighed in relief when she found one strong and steady.
"I did no permanent damage," Gangrel said dismissively, "I will not tolerate disrespect." The vampire pointed a finger at Kayla, "And you would do well to refrain from interfering in the future."
Gangrel now spoke to his men, "Take them back to their quarters."
Stoneface came forward and grabbed Kayla by the arm pulling her roughly to her feet. She tore her arm from his grasp, "Don't touch me," she spat watching as two of the thugs lifted Christian's motionless form. She began to follow them out of the room but paused turning back to face Gangrel. "Don't think you've won," she warned him, venom in her voice and eyes.
Gangrel merely smiled, "But, my dear, I always win." Kayla could hear Gangrel's laughter echoing down the hall as the two captives were taken back to their prison.
