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Aaaaaaaaaand now! ONE WITH ZE STORY!
Dire Situations
Chapter two – Oh mighty rain!
Abolir scrutinized Sacris for a few seconds before a smirk slowly crept across his face.
The rain was now pounding down, but while Merton got thoroughly drenched, the flat metal roof of the cage sheltered Tommy and the Vampires were somehow not affected by it.
Merton shivered with the cold, and made a few futile attempts to break his restraints, but the Vampires had done a good job of binding him.
Tommy had also discovered that the Vampires had been prepared for him, for as soon as he touched the bars he felt an excruciating burn in his paws, yanking them back from the silver bars and nursing them to his chest he let out an outraged howl and glared accusingly at the nearest cloaked Vampire.
Abolir, ignoring Tommy's attempts turned to face a Vampire known as Amarus, leaning in he whispered suspiciously into his ear.
Amarus was a black-haired, rugged looking man and he bore numerous scars on his face, he had one particularly noticeable one that ran down the side of his cheek. His robes were tattered and slightly too big and he wore scuffed, dark green combat boots. He also carried a silver briefcase with the symbol of a snake etched into the side.
After listening to Abolir, Amarus turned towards the trees, crouched down and opened the briefcase. Whatever was inside was blocked from Merton's view as Abolir suddenly appeared in front of him.
Letting out a yell of surprise, Merton jumped and scraped his arms painful along the bark of the tree. Abolir gave a wild sneer, and Merton saw his fangs, long and sharp, glinting dangerously in the darkness.
Shrinking back in fear, Merton glanced pleadingly to Tommy in his cage. Abolir seeing the direction of the glance, growled and said in his language..[He will not save you, Merton] Merton looked up surprised.
Abolir chuckled and checked his nails pompously. Rubbing them against his cloak he said, [I know you can understand me, boy. And Tommy will not save you this time I'm afraid….you see-] he paused to lean in further, so his face was an inch from Merton's. [- no one can save you. No one likes you Merton. You're alone.] his tone had gone from brusque to persuasive and secretive as if he were Becky informing one of her 'posse' that so-and-so had dumped what's-his-name.
It had a startling effect on Merton and he unwillingly found himself believing the efficacious man.
A deep hurt welled inside his chest and he lowered his icy-blue eyes from Abolir's crimson.
Tommy likes me. He's my friend. My buddy. Don't believe him. I won't believe him.
[He uses you Merton. He only hangs around you to help him find a cure. Doesn't he? He only comes to you when he needs help. Merton? Believe me, Merton.] he traced a long nailed elegant finger across Merton's cheek.
"Venerari, precari, homini credere, fidem habere, fidem tribuere." He spoke seductively in a different tongue altogether. Merton felt his thoughts turning wildly.
Tommy. Friend. Believe. Merton. Use. Believe. Cure. Believe. Alone. Believe. Alone. Believe. Believe. Believe. Believe. Be- NO!
He scrunched his eyes forcefully shut and whipped his head away from Abolir's unwanted caress.
Abolir frowned, his hand lingering in the air.
This one is strong he thought.
Gritting his teeth, Abolir snarled and backhanded Merton violently across the face.
Merton cried out in pain as his head backlashed into the tree trunk and a cut appeared above his left eye.
"Leave him alone!" Tommy shouted in vain, without result or success. He was still ignored.
Merton gasped as Abolir traced his cheek. [Now, now, Merton. We can't have that!] he smiled as Merton frowned and tried to evade his fingers.
Where's my witty sarcasm now? He thought dryly.
Merton noticed Abolir was still gazing at his cheek. He squirmed as he brought up two fingers and placed the tip of his razor-sharp nails on his jaw.
He squeaked as Abolir suddenly brought his hand down and cut tow deep lines down his face.
The rain immediately watered down the blood and it spread across his cheek.
Abolir's interrogation was suddenly interrupted when Amarus tapped him on the shoulder.
Bowing, he said, "It is ready, ductor." Then presented something to Abolir. A long needle. Filled with a purplish substance. Merton also noticed a snake carved in the glass of the tube.
Taking the needle out of Amarus's grasp delicately, Abolir gave it an experimental squirt and leered bloodthirstily.
Gesturing to two Vampires he commanded, "Untie him."
Meanwhile, back in Tommy's cage. He had been desperately wracking his brains for an escape plan, but was so far unsuccessful. He watched frustrated and worried as they untied Merton from a tree and rebound his hands behind his back. He kicked the bars in a flurry of anger but stopped when the burn became unbearable. Burying his head in his hands he sunk to the bottom of the cage, helplessly.
Merton shuddered, partly from cold but mostly from fear as two Vampires either side of him restrained him from escaping.
Abolir stood forward and raised the needle to Merton's neck. Whispering in Merton's ear he said, "This won't hurt a bit, Merton."
Then he pushed the needle gently into his neck.
One Vampire placed a hand over Merton's mouth as he let out a muffled shriek. It progressed to a torturous moan as Abolir injected the purple liquid into his body.