Amaryllis's P.O.V
It took a while to let my eyes adjust to the ridiculous bright lights in the room. Everything was white and sterile. There were metal restraints that kept me pinned to a table. I lifted my head only to have it gently pushed back down.
"What a stunning work of art. No wonder Dr. Lemmings was so proud of you." His voice was soft but scratchy. The man was like a human, but his eyes were the color of ripe oranges. There was no doubt that he probably used some type of experiment on himself, but I didn't want to sit down and have a conversation about his life so I refrained from asking. He looked to be in his 40s and had a slender jaw and a threatening smile. He caressed my cheek and moved closer to where we were almost kissing.
"I've been studying all of the notes he dared to share about you along with everything I have witnessed about you afterwards. It is an honor to have such a wonderful creature here," He sighed blissfully and backed away to sit back in his chair, "I'm afraid we all are a bit behind his more refined works. As you probably noticed, most of my creations look like a conglomeration of a multitude of things. They don't look so stunningly regular like any of Lemmings' final products. It took me an embarrassing amount of testing to create something useful for just capturing you- and now it's dead." One of his large hands rested on my stomach and tapped absentmindedly.
"I didn't think that in the time you left your group, you would attach yourself to a much more powerful coven. By the time I found you, they had their guards hovering constantly around the house. It has made this whole excursion even more challenging. I doubt I have much time before your blessed "mates" come for you, but I'm not too concerned. I took the time to research that coven, and I think my many mistakes and few succeeding projects will have no problem shattering them," he gently turned my head to look him in the eyes, "Now for the reason I brought you here today. You're already aware that I want to recreate your abilities, but more than that, I know for a fact that you were the only one to fight Dr. Lemmings. I could sift through your precious brain until I find the information about what you did with him, but from what happened to a couple of your former friends, I realized that the procedure comes at the cost of your life. I would hate to lose you- especially if you actually did kill off the doctor and the last of the information," He looked at me with a kindly smile. His words hit me like butterfly kisses,
"I take it those beautiful lips of yours won't start talking without encouragement." Without wanting too, I gulped and felt my heart pick up. Memories of my past flooded my mind, but I pushed them back enough to glare at this wannabe venomously. I would not allow fear to touch my features. The man's smile grew and he let another wistful sigh.
"Let's show your mates true horror then hmm? Maybe they'll turn back when they realize this promise of pain isn't worth saving a mere girl."
The King's P.O.V
Caius had arrived at the scene first. He saw in sickening horror, the pile of ash in the yard. When he dared to go in the house he saw that all the unpacked items were ransacked. The painting of her two cats was torn up among the rest of the wreckage. The scent of dried animal blood hit his nose as he looked down to the gray cat- gutted. A growl erupted from him. Caius's thoughts imagined that innocent animal possibly walking to the door in hopes to see his mother, wanting nothing but love, only to be sliced open. Its organs were spilled on the floor and looked as if they were trampled on. He couldn't stop imagining hearing the poor thing's cry in agony. His hands twitched when he saw the other cat come out cautiously. Space Junk mewled at him as it moved to sit by his dead friend. The cat licked the other's skull lovingly and then continued to meow.
Without thinking of the consequences of the others seeing him being soft, he picked up the crying cat and petted him absentmindedly in an effort to comfort. This was the first time in his life that he had tried to comfort a mere animal- or really anything for that matter. The cat was shivering slightly, but didn't try to move out of his grasp. Caius continued into Amaryllis's bedroom. The picture frames with her many friends and daughter was scattered across the ground. The rest of the room was so destroyed that it looked unrecognizable. He returned to the kitchen. Jane and Alec stared at the cat in his arms, but he paid them no mind as he put the cat down gently. Caius filled the food and water bowls and patted the cat's head before exiting outside.
It didn't take long for his brother's to arrive. They went over everything and got prepared to follow Demetri into battle, but right before leaving, some of the Cullen's arrived.
"Felix told us what happened," Emmett stated, "We're going with." Rosalie looked to her mate, unsure. Aro knew she was only here to protect her husband. Jasper and Alice where there as well. Aro gave them a slight nod and they all started trailing behind Demetri. After and couple hours of travelling, pure agony swept through the kings. This pain was not their own. Aro stopped and kneeled with his hands clutching his stomach. It felt as though someone was slowly pulling off his skin there. Then it moved to his fingers. They all felt as though their nails were being pulled off, along with the skin.
"Master!" Jane went to Aro's side in an instant. She looked up to him with unabashed worry.
"I'm fine," he growled out before standing. Marcus was still kneeling, but Caius was standing tall through the suffering, not letting any emotion other than anger show on his face. We steadied ourselves and continued the journey without any more stops- even when the torture worsened tenfold. They had to get to her and no amount of insufferable anguish would stop them.