Author's Note: ^^ I love how this is going. I love all your reactions. Ist es wunderbar!

Fane hummed to a song on the radio as he drove to his next destination. He was going to some sort of fancy hotel about two towns over from the place he was at with Valentin before. Speaking of Valentin, the boy was currently unconscious, having been drugged and shoved into a suitcase in the trunk of the car.

Valentin groaned as he finally woke up, his neck stiff from being in a small suitcase for God knows how long. He looked around, seeing he was in a well furnished bedroom. When he tried to move his stiff joints, he soon realized he was handcuffed, both of his arms above his head, his hands handcuffed to the headboard of the bed he lay on. Valentin began to pant in fear as he tried to wriggle free, failing. He went limp on the bed, as limp as he could go, tears rolling down the sides of his face. Gilbert, where are you? His thoughts pleaded. Valentin jumped when the bedroom door burst open with a loud slam. In strolled Fane, an evil smirk on his face. "Alo, Vali. How did you sleep?" he asked casually, setting a large bottle of some sort of alcohol on the dresser near the door way.

"P-please," Valentin begged with tears in his voice as well as in his eyes, "please, let me go.." he cried. Fane tsked and shook his head. "I-I wont tell anyone. Just please, let me go" Valentin pleaded again, wiggling in the bed and wrinkling the sheet. He whimpered loudly when he felt pain shoot up the leg Fane stabbed when he moved it. "I cant do that, Nicolae. You're my little toy for now. I'm not letting you go. Ever." Fane said, walking up to the side of the bed Valentin was chained to, with his hands on his hips and a smirk on his face. "I know everything about you Nicolae. So that means, I know you're lying. You see while I spent the majority of my life in jail, I managed to make good with some of the guards who hooked me up with your information." He said, staring intently at the boy.

"I know you were bullied in school when you moved to America. I know you worked at your brother's night club. I know your dog died when you were 17 and due to depression when your little cat died, you buried them next to each other in your brother's backyard." Fane recounted smirking mischievously as he went deeper into Valentin's personal life, "I know you lost your virginity at 16 to your little German. I know you two have fucked 293 times since you've been together. I know that when you aren't too in the mood when he is, you suck him off." Valentin shook his head wildly, sobbing as he tried to cover his face with his arms as best he could "Stop. Enough, please!" he cried, embarrassed.

Fane gripped Valentin's jaw harshly, stopping his movements. "Knock it off." he said through his teeth. "I just might want to give that mouth of yours a try later on." he said with an evil grin, Valentin's eyes widening with terror. He then let go roughly and stepped back, reaching into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. With a smirk he flicked it on, lighting a nearby candle. As silence filled the room, Fane gagged his captive and unbuttoned Valentin's blood stained shirt, then picked up a dull metal butter knife, running it over the flame a few time, grinning evilly at the fearful boy chained to the bed. Valentin's eyes widened in terror, his heart rate picking up speed rapidly as he watched his captor's movements. Deeming the knife ready, Fane pulled the knife from the flame. With an evil grin, Fane pressed the dull knife into Valentin's flesh, the boy emitting a deep throated scream, muffled by the gag in his mouth. Tears poured from Valentin's eyes as Fane repeated the process, cutting him as he burned him.

Gilbert groggily walked up the large driveway/walkway up to the castle, his hands in his pockets, a depressed, sullen, sunken look on his tired face. Nearing the door, he seen what looked like some sort of paper on it. He ran up to the door, yanking the paper away and reading it. It was only a few lines, an address. Gilbert slammed the front door open, searching for the keys to any car. "Gilbert!" Aleksander yelled when he saw he future brother-in-law. Gilbert didn't answer, yanking a set of keys from a peg near the door way and heading back outside. He pushed the button to unlock the car the keys belonged to, heading towards the one that beeped in response. He hopped in the car, wasting no time in starting it and speeding out of the long driveway and towards the address on the paper.

Gilbert drove for what seemed like hours, only seeing country and a road sign posted here and there. He followed the signs, eventually making it to the town on the note. Gilbert had to stop at a gas station to refuel the empty car. As he stood outside, he stared at the note. Biting his nails, he read the note over and over again. He went inside to pay, asking the attendant there where the address was. As soon as he was given the direction his all but ran out of the gas station, speeding off in the direction of an old abandoned apartment complex.

He arrived at the complex within half an hour. The note didn't give the room number so he spent what felt like an agonizing eternity searching. For what, he didn't know. Gilbert shook with rage and fear as he kicked open each door. He searched, calling out Valentin's name in the hopes of finding him, of saving him before it was too late. "Valentin!" he yelled, getting no response.

Gilbert leaned against a wall, panting. He had been running around the buildings, searching for his lover with no luck. Tears pricked at the corners of red eyes as they looked almost hopeless. "Valentin. Where are you?" He asked no one in a whisper. He pushed himself up, he had to keep going. He had to find Valentin no matter what. No matter what. Gilbert ran up the stairs to the next floor of the building he was in. There were only three doors, each marked with something that looked like blood. The thought of it being Valentin's blood made Gilbert's heart sting and his stomach churn.

The door on the left said "Cold" clumsily written with the blood. The door in the middle had smeared hand prints on it, as if someone were being dragged from it as they tried to hold on for dear life saying "Warmer". And the third had "Maybe" painted on it. Gilbert looked down at the note, turning it over there were more words, "You can choose only one, for two will kill you." The German swallowed hard. Which one would it be. He had to stay alive to save Valentin. So which one. Which Gott verdammt one!? He eyed the two that said "Warmer" and "Maybe" for a few moments before finally making his decision. He burst through the door marked, "Cold" and ran into the room. He quickly scanned the disintegrating apartment, eyes landing on a chair, ropes dangling from it and a puddle of blood under one of the legs.

Gilbert's heart dropped when he saw this. Suddenly he couldn't breath as he slowly approached the chair. His jaw clenched, his mind reeling with many different scenarios. All resulting his Vali being hurt or wounded in unspeakable ways. He shook his head, looking around the desolate room again. When he seen another note, he raced to it. It was pinned to the far wall, opposite the front door, with a bloodied silver dagger. Again, the sight of the blood made Gilbert's heart sting with worry because he knew it was Valentin's. He yanked out the dagger and read the note.

Glad to see to didn't fall for my trick. If you did, then it would be as much fun torturing your little Vali~.

Well, he's not safe or sound, the little fuck wont keep quiet, what with his constant screaming and crying.

You'll get to talk to him soon though. Maybe.

So here's your clue:

We're in the neighboring city, if you can guess the one.

We're in a place many frequent.

I'll give you a ring, I want to see how you've done.

I'll let you hear him, as a sequent.

As soon as Gilbert finished the last sentence, his cell phone rang. Quickly, he answered it, "Hello?" he asked in a rushed tone. "G-Gilbert?" It was Valentin. It was Valentin! "Valentin!" Gil cried, relieved to finally hear from his fiancé. "Valentin where are you?" he asked. "I-I don't know! Please Gilbert, help me please you have to come save me!" the terror and tears in Valentin's voice broke Gilbert's heart. "I'm trying to Vali, liebe, I'm trying, I promise I wi-" he was cut off by Valentin's screams. Gilbert stopped breathing as he heard his lover scream in pain a few more times before the line cut out. He shook, stood frozen in place, Valentin's screams ringing in his head. He suddenly felt dizzy, finding it hard to breath. That bastard hurt Vali. He made him scream in pain, in fear. Gilbert growled angrily storming out of the old building and back to his car, slamming the door and speeding off to the next town. The note said they're in the next town over. Easy right? Wrong. There were five more towns surrounding the one he was in right now, it would take weeks to thoroughly search every one. But he drove. Drove and didn't stop driving. He was going to look for Valentin, and he was going to find him, no matter what.

Author's Note: Okay, so hoped you liked that little tid bit. My ass hurts from sitting for so long writing this. I am going to be starting school soon. The 21st, so my updates will be much much much much much slower than usual. Damn it. But! I shall keep updating as quickly as possible for now. Love you guys! See ya next time!