A/N Song used is "Slither" by Velvet Revolver.
Chapter Twenty – Revenge
Hey Hey Hey
Catti-brie froze as she felt the drow beside her stiffen, slowly awakening from his slumber. She didn't know what had caused him to awaken – she had remained as quiet as she could – not wishing for him to come into awareness. He raised his head, looking around, but not seeming to notice her. He cursed, walking towards his chamber door and opening it, peering around outside before shutting it quickly and locking all of the locks along the edges. He cursed quietly, looking towards where she was still tied to the bed.
"It seems as if something happened to the wizard, my dear slave." A smirk found its way across his features as he pulled on his leggings. He pulled a knife from the belt that was hanging on the wall. "Zaknafein has escaped the spell placed upon him, and he has a new ally."
His smirk widened as he moved closer to the bed, eying her naked form on the bed with something glinting in his crimson eyes. She whimpered slightly as he reached out faster than she could follow, tangling his fingers in to her already tangled auburn hair. Catti-brie looked up at him with wide, frightened blue eyes.
When you look you see right through me
Cut the rope, fell to my knees
Fallen, broken every single time
"Your dear husband has found his way with the help of his beloved father, dear Catti-brie. He will be here very soon, but I won't be giving you back to him alive, oh no." He leaned forward to whisper into her ear, slowly licking the lobe, the cold blade of his dagger coming to rest at her jugular. "I want him to see you die, hopeless and afraid." His voice softened coldly. "I want to see the look on his face when he watches your life blood pour from your throat, and I want him to know that it was only because you were the one unfortunate enough to bed him first, and that you were unfortunate enough to carry his spawn."
Catti-brie struggled uselessly as he dragged her off the bed, forcing her to kneel before him, the blade of the knife still digging into the soft skin of her neck. She shivered as her bare legs touched the cold stone ground, with her arms tied tightly behind her. Tears coursed down her face as she forced down sobs. She would not let this monster see her as helpless as she had allowed him to see her before.
She would not allow that.
Always keep me under finger
That's the spot where you run to me
Might see some type of pleasure in my mind
They continued down the hall, speaking to each other only in the silent hand code of the drow. Drizzt was slower in forming the once lightning fast hand signs and gestures, since it had been so long since he had used them to communicate. It had seemed like hours since they had started in the direction that Zak had been leading, and he was wondering how long it would be until they finally got there.
How much farther?? His hands flashed a slight scowl on his face. Zaknafein looked back at him and gestured at the corridor ahead of them.
Not much longer, just be a little more patient. There was a near identical scowl on his own black-skinned features. It is a bit difficult to remember, as I have only actually been there once before.
Yeah, here comes the water
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you see
Drizzt continued to follow his father down the halls. He kept his hands on the pommels of his scimitars, ready to draw them if they were ever attacked. He tried to concentrate on what they were doing, but it was difficult. His thoughts kept sliding back to the possibilities of what Kelnozz was doing to Catti-brie in his room. He shook his head as he tried to clear those thoughts. It would only break his concentration during the fight and distract him. He would never be able to forget what had happened to Wulfgar when he had been so protective, and he didn't want the same thing to happen because of it.
A sudden cry came from the other side of the corridor. Both Drizzt and Zaknafein turned at the sound, slight frowns appearing in their faces. Apparently one of the guards had found the decapitated body of the sorcerer in his room and had panicked. Immediately the rest of the drow sounded the almost unheard alarm, alerting any one who had not heard the scream.
The ranger turned to his father, identical smirks appearing on both of their faces.
"Kr'athin ulu inbal fol jivvin? (1)" Zaknafein whispered, drawing his sabres and crouching in a fighting stance.
Drizzt drew his own scimitars, holding them at the ready. "Jahl de'heen Ilharn. (2)"
Hey hey hey
When you seek me you destroy me
Rape my mind and smell the poppies
Born in blood in every single time
The group of a dozen or more drow came around the corner, Kelnozz's captain, Mikýv'n, leading them. Dozens of tiny crossbow darts flew from the hall, all of them headed straight for the two intruders. Scimitars and sabres spun, their brilliant metals flashing as they blocked the numerous projectiles. Drizzt's blood boiled as he thought of the reasons why they were keeping them from reaching their destination. He fought to keep the hunter at bay – he wanted to remain alert, and he didn't want to cause any harm to his father.
The drow continued to swarm around them, not wanting them to reach their leader's room. They didn't want either of the pair to take back the human wench that they had taken so long to capture. They all knew that they would eventually get their own turn with her before long, mayhap even get a child off of her. They fought for that honour – of being able to rape and scar the wife of the renegade ranger.
Drizzt and Zaknafein stood back to back, slashing and hacking gracefully at the drow that were coming upon them, rage on each of the black-skinned faces. They had intended to get through all of this without having to go through anyone, let alone so many drow.
The pale eyes ranger caught the first wave of attackers easily, and the second after that. He spun out of the way of the pole arm, throwing one of his scimitars in his place and blocking the weapon so as not to cause his father harm. He swung across with the other curved weapon, surprising his attacker and burying the enchanted metal length into the drow's side. His shoulder and arm, the ones pierced by the arrow, burned with pain, though a small feeling of satisfaction wisped through his mind before turning his attention to the next opponent.
Always keep me under finger
That's the spot where you might linger
But I see some type of pleasure in my mind
Zaknafein had a little more trouble keeping his own attackers at bay, though he was unhindered by any injury, unlike Drizzt, though he didn't know that. He brought his rapier up in front of him, snarling insults in his opponents face, distracting the already mindless guard and angering him. Using the distraction, he stabbed inward with the blade, impaling his attacker on the sharpened and magical point.
Honed instincts created a much needed advantage over the many guards – as many of them hadn't been in any actual hand-to-hand combat in a long period of time. They were slower than their adversaries, and feared the looks of anger and rage. Their eyes were glowing amber and lavender in the darkness, the heat of their bodies slightly more visible against the cold of the stone.
Those unique, glowing eyes haunted and followed them into their graves.
All of the drow guards were killed one by one, and only those who didn't attack were saved from the wrath of the ranger that had infected their fortress. After not even a half an hour, the ground was littered with black-skinned bodies with frozen, horrified crimson eyes staring into the walls, ceilings, and floors. Mouths and faces were contorted into silent, pain-filled screams.
Father and son looked at each other over the various corpses. Both were panting from exertion, and Drizzt was holding his throbbing shoulder with one hand, having already had sheathed his scimitars. Zaknafein sighed as he looked down both sides of the hallway. They waited, and caught their breath before continuing down the hallway.
Yeah, here comes the water
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you see
Like holy water
It only burns faster than you'll ever dry
This time with me
"A mzulst nin nind orn'naut tlu natha priqual vel'drar udos ssuth rath ulu natha zhlass. (3)" The elder one said quietly to the younger as they continued, side by side, both of them on the alert.
"Nindel zhah natha zhlass. (4)" The younger whispered back, only loud enough for the other to hear.
They soon came across the door at the end of the hallway. (a/n yes, discreet isn't he?) Drizzt approached it first, making not a sound as he noticed the multiple locks that had been attached to the door. The fact that he couldn't hear anything happening on the other side frightened and relieved him.
Zaknafein watched as he pulled a small, thin length of metal from a pouch at his belt, sliding it silently into the top lock. With fingers more nimble than those of any thief, he picked the lock, and continued with the others until the last clicked, unlocking.
"Vel'klar xunus dos screa ulu xun nindel? (5)" He asked, looking at the little object with interest.
"Uss'tan pict ol phor pholor l'shinduago. (6)" He responded, slipping the thing back into his waist pouch. He drew out the long knives before opening the door slowly, lavender eyes peering around it to see what was on the other side. His father followed just as quietly.
Lavender eyes widened at the sight that met them.
When you look you see right through me
Cut the rope, fell to my knees
Fallen and broken
Every single time
Kelnozz smirk gleefully as he watched the door open. He had known that it would be only a matter of time before that bloody renegade would find him in this place. After all, he did have his newly resurrected father to help him find this place, though it would not be easy.
He tightened his hold on his prize, emitting a faint whimper from Catti-brie as his fingers dug into one of the unsealing lashes that marred her otherwise smooth shoulder. It was one of the few sounds that he had been able to garner out of her all night, and that angered him.
He had wanted to cause her more pain before she died.
His smirk widened even more as the ranger came full into view, his father behind him. There was a light layer of sweat upon his bow, now doubt from the fight that had ensued in the corridor outside of his private chambers. His pale eyes grew wide at the sight that he found there.
Yeah, here comes the water
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you see
Kelnozz stood towards the back of the large room, near the canopy, four poster bed that was against the back wall. He was wearing only his leggings, and had his usual, sardonic smile across his face. He was looking entirely too pleased with himself.
Catti-brie was kneeling on the ground before him, facing the door. She had been stripped of her clothing entirely, and her sapphire eyes held a haunted look in them that didn't belong there. Her hands were tied tightly behind her back, disabling her from doing anything. Kelnozz's fingers were woven into her tangled hair, pulling back her head and bearing her throat. The knife that lay against the delicate skin had a line of red going around it, a line of blood making its way down her neck.
Her skin was pale and unhealthy looking. On her shoulders, you could just barely see the edges of the lashes that had been laid their. Bruises found their way across her ribs and breasts, stomach and legs. Where her belly had once been swollen in the early stages of pregnancy, it was no longer, but instead was flat, and bruised. There was blood on the insides of her thighs, and he could only guess at what had happened. One of her eyes had been blackened with abuse and her lips was split and bleeding. She whimpered whenever Kelnozz leaned over, his eyes fully on the ranger, and licked long the edge of her rounded ear.
Her eyes were begging, pleading, to get away from him, and her was hopeless to stop anything that happened.
She was begging him for his help.
Like holy water
It only burns faster than you'll ever dry
This time with me
"Well, well, well, by dear ranger," Kelnozz's voice held a sweet, yet maniac tone to it. "It seems to me that we have finally come to a stand still. What are we going to do about it?"
Hey, hey, hey
Translations;
(1) Ready to have some fun?
(2) But of course, Father.
(3) At least no they won't be a problem when we escape back to the surface.
(4) That is a relief.
(5) Where did you learn to do that?
(6) I picked it up on the surface.
A/N
This chapter came out a lot sooner than I thought it would. My plot bunnies decided that it was finally time for a return visit! Yay! (Feeds them loads of carrots, grinning) And, for the song lyrics, you'll have to listen to the song, and then it'll make a lot more sense. The lyrics sound a lot different when you actually listen to it. I figured that I have better get this chapter up tonight. Tomorrow I have a demonstration at an open house at my school, and a hockey game. And a ton of homework. Anyway, please review, and I will hopefully be getting the next chapter up a little sooner than planned. (With my plot bunnies now on the loose, there'll be a lot more writting.) (Smile) Reviews are appreciated!!!
--RangerDo'Urden