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Chapter 2: The Truth

All was surrounded in a thick darkness, no signs of exterior light could be seen, save for the only dull Kerosene lamp hanging over the small patch of area deemed as a fitting interrogation sight to be held.

Somehow quiet yet chilling cries of sheer agony shattered through the darkness of the room, making a certain long grayish haired man cry out in satisfaction. The body that had once jerked with protest and ran on energy to escape, fell inert from exhaustion and extraordinary amounts of blood lost.

The man clad in blood stained long white doctor's coat walked round the panting man chained to the metal chair, examining his handy work. Cassian looked away from the sight presented to him in such a gruesome and repulsive display of blood and human flesh.

The mixture of rotting flesh, blood and chemicals was not a pleasant scent to endure, especially when one is compelled to stay in a room with such things for however long it takes to fulfill the task.

"You are going to die Riffael soon if you do not talk any time soon. And then what good will you are to Cain dead? But I can wait. I can wait all night if that is the case. I won't stop until you answer my questions." Jezebel mocked, lightly brushing the tips of his fingers over Riff's ruined face.

Riff had his chin pressed to his breast, but jerked his head to the side, trying his best to escape the doctor's vile touch. He slightly lifted his head to meet his integrator's malice amethyst eyes; he cocked his head ever so slightly to the side and smirked darkly.

"I can assure you Doctor that I will continue to live, long after you are dead. Sadly for you though, this day will not be the end for either of us. You will have you fun torturing me, and I will endure it, but that is all. And I absolutely refuse to answer to any of your questions!" Riff snapped, his voice grave and menacing, yet it was not his voice that startled both Jezebel and Cassian, but the dangerous and fierce twinkle in Riff's majestic blue eyes.

Jezebel hid his astonishment from his guest and forced a calm laugh to echo throughout the barren room. Cassian cringed at the intensity of the glower; never in all his life had had he gazed into more dangerous yet beautiful eyes before that night. He almost feared that perhaps what Riff had said about saying nothing might be true, however knowing Jezebel he wasn't one to take no for an answer.

And that wasn't going to change any time soon, Cassian could count on that. And he was right with his assumption; at that moment Jezebel backhanded Riff across the face and stabbed a sanguinary syringe filled with what seemed to be a high dosage of Arsenic.

Another ejaculate of pain screamed through the room, Riff could not help it. The tip of the needle had made brutal contact with the muscle of his throat, but the immense pain he had felt moments, or seconds ago, withered into nothing until his eyes closed and his breaths were jagged.

Jezebel threw the syringe violently to the floor and wrapped his delicate fingers around Riff's slender neck and felt the desire to just strangle all the answers from Riff, but that would get him no where and the only thing gained would be the manservant's death, which was not needed at this point just yet.

"Now let us try this again Riffael for the third time! What are Cain's brilliant preparations to use against Delilah?" Jezebel hissed his grasp around his antagonist's fine pale neck tightening. It disgusted him greatly to see how calm and collected Riff was during the entire course since the inquiry had commenced.

And to add to the young doctor's exasperation, he somewhat envied his eccentric beauty. He fancied seeing the quiet rise and fall of Riff's chest, the blood that ran down the corners of his mesmerizing blue eyes, and the feel on his pure blood on his hands and face, but most of all, it were his eyes that intrigued him just as much as those of Cain's.

Though, truth be told, Riff's eyes paled immensely in comparison to Cain's mischievous golden-green eyes that sparkled with travesty. Oh how Jezebel wished to have those eyes for only his enjoyment and his along! But those eyes would never be his, they would forever more belong to only the man he was questioning now.

Ire came to life within Jezebel, but he concealed it behind a chagrining smirk to not raise suspicion to himself. Cassian was not fooled for a moment though, the anger and agitation was easy for him to read on the doctor's handsome countenance, since he had spent some much time with the doctor.

Riff narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice to a mere whisper, "My answer is the same doctor, I say nothing nor will I say…anything…to…you…." Riff trailed off, his chin once more pressed to his aching breast with his eyes firmly closed. 'What did he inject into me this time? I…I can't seem to grasp the meaning of my words-not even my own thoughts! No he cannot win! Not now, not when I've kept my mouth shut for the past seven hours!'

A muffled moan escaped Riff's parted lips, he felt a single finger lift his chin up, his eyes sleepily opened and was then staring up at a malevolent smile that told him he had lost and that he was about to crack. Another groan of despair came from Riff's lips and he could not control the next words that betrayed him and his master.

"What do you wish to know…Jezebel Disraeli?" Riff asked, his eyes locking with Jezebel's as he spoke. His voice was not his own nor were his thoughts confined to his own privacy any longer. His once well reserved eyes were now void, but continued to remain impassive.

Cassian gasped, it had worked! The doctor had actually managed to succeed in making the butler talk, but now that he was weak and was willing to talk, just what pray tell did Jezebel wish to do with such an exquisite opportunity as this one?

The askew smile Jezebel wore was enough to confirm Cassian's suspicions: the doctor was going to extort this moment for all it was worth. Riff waited, still looking into Jezebel's eyes with no emotion whatsoever evident within those vacuum depths of aqua blue.

Jezebel patted Riff's head like a dog that has just pleased his master and smiled further. Cassian watched, his eyes darting betwixt his master and the other man, waiting to hear the first question to leave his master's mouth.

"Shall we put asides the gruesome topic of my Father and his organization for the time being and embark on more…how shall we say, intriguing and darker sides of your beloved Cain Riffael?" hissed Jezebel, satisfied with his handy work with medications and syringes.

"Must I repeat myself Doctor?" Riff asked, annoyed. "I said ask what you will. Now pray stop wasting my time and ask already!"

"My, aren't we of short temper. Very well, first order of business." Jezebel said, than stopped for a moment, thinking just what his first question should be. Then it came to him and he stole a look over his shoulder and winked at Cassian.

"Suzette, Cain's very own sister, the first woman he ever fell in love with. The first person he ever gave his entire heart to. What did you feel burning within your heart when you discovered the strong feelings Cain bared for her? What was your strongest reaction Riffael? What did you do and want to do to the insolent girl?" Jezebel whispered, softly, to make Riff suffer.

The little colour drained from Riff's face. Jezebel had struck a chord in his heart. He mustn't say, he mustn't! It was wrong; even now when he was compelled to bring to mind what he felt that day when he had discovered his master's sentiments for Miss Suzette, it was wrong to hold anything against her. She made Cain feel happy, if not for a short time, but he had felt something he could not name then for the young woman.

Before the words could be thought clearly, they left Riff's mouth. His lips twitched and he looked away as he spoke, as if feeling shame for what he was about to say for the entire world to hear, if it was only the doctor, his assistant, and the darkness to hear his words.

"I-I hated her with such a passion one could easily mistake it for love. I hated the way she made Master Cain feel so at ease, how she could make his heart race with a simple batter of her long black eyelashes. Her smiles that would make his lips part ever so slightly and the way she looked deeply into his beautiful golden-green eyes. I hated her so much I wished her to die. I even came close to ridding the world of her vexing presence, but someone beat me to it I'm afraid." Riff admitted feeling oddly relieved to have spoken the words that had been trapped within his pounding breast.

"My God! What have I just admitted! No, this can't be! Why, why can't I stop, why did I say that! I must stop, this can't continue, I'll die if I say another word that was not meant for another human being to hear!' Riff screamed into his mind, cursing himself to hell for confessing, but there was more to come. Much more, he could sense it and it would only get worst.

"How beautiful yet utterly disgusting at the same time! How that must have pained you to say those words Riffael? Truly I must be a monster to make you relive those memories, but I'm not quiet finished yet, not even close I'm afraid." Jezebel sneered. "To think one such as you could harbour such malice and abhor for this mere woman."

"She was no woman! She was nothing but a common slut who toyed with my master's affections! That worthless excuse for a woman deserved the death she received, though I believe the end she met was too lenient." Riff growled, his eyes gleaming with anger and hatred.

He gasped, his eyes went wide and his entire body went rigid from shock. How could he have just said Miss Suzette was nothing but a common slut? A roar of laughter came for Jezebel and he laughed until he chocked. How beautiful indeed it was to see each unhidden reaction and emotion Riff showed!

"Ha! This is much more amusing then I had imagined it to be! Now…what of this 'Bibi' or better know as Madeline the whore in your eyes? That is what you think of her no doubt Riffael, even long after her death? Of course it is! If you presented such hostility to the woman Cain loved first, then there in no doubt in my mind you will feel the same towards her as well." Jezebel said enjoying each flicker of emotion that crossed the butler's blood stained face.

"Ah, yes Miss Madeline, or better known to her paying customers as 'Bibi'. A comely looking girl, yet very bad mannered and wicked intentions, I should think. She was just as exasperating as Suzette, if not more since she attempted to bed my Lord. Really, a girl with no morals or discreetness in her blood. I hated her as well." Riff spat, as if saying her mere name repulsed him. And it did.

"Wonderful, just absolutely wonderful and superb! This night will not prove to be dull after all. Now who should I asked about next?" Jezebel mused, Cassian was shocked, there was so much strong and resentful emotions coming from the words he had heard.

Surely this could not be the same Riff who was always calm and impassive who said not a word in protest to the earl's requests? Surely it was not the same man, Jezebel must have done something to him to make him speak as he did, but as much as he wished to deny it, those words were genuine and they came from the dark shadows of Riff's heart.

'Please Lord Cain forgive me! Forgive me for feeling this way towards any other woman who has had the honour to touch you, to give you something I cannot ever give you: happiness and the delicate touch of that a woman is capable of giving. I'm sadly aware I will never give you either thing, only mere confusion and for that I must ask for your forgiveness though I do not deserve it.' Riff cried within him, how could it have come down to this!

All the years of concealing, of hiding the truth, had all but in a little time been extracted from him! It hurt, it hurt so much to think, to just only think of what would happen if Cain were to find out! What then, what would become of him and Riff once he was told?

Would he feel repulsion, hatred…love perhaps for him? The latter one was highly doubtful, with so many beautiful women to choose from, Cain would surely desire one of them rather then his worthless butler. Why should he settle for second best when he had mostly the entire female population of London, if not farther, yearning to have him?

"Why must you do this to me? I would prefer to experience the wrath of your knowledge and the tip of your stainless-steel scalpel then to suffer the remorse I am compelled to go through! Skin me, cut me, bleed me, poison me, abuse me, drug me, laugh at me, do anything else then make me go on with this hellish punishment! I beg of you; I ask this of you, please!" Riff ejaculated, tears of blood escaping from his miserable blue eyes.

Compelled to lower his dignity and his honour as a man were far from his mind and a willing exchange then to continue on with his dark sentiments for every woman who had been with Cain. Now more then ever, Riff wished he was dead. He temporarily forgot about his promise to Cain his one and only master.

Jezebel wrapped his arms around Riff's neck and whispered coldly, "I'm sorry to say this, but that is absolutely out of the question my darling Riffael. Though I do fancy all proposals you've just mentioned, but they are not what I want…yet anyways."

'Riff! Riff! Where are you! What has become of you, what is that bastard of Jezebel doing to you? Are you even alive, are you well? Are you…thinking of me now as you experience hell? Are you even aware of the pain I feel when you are not by my side? Do you even care?' Cain mused, continuing to pace back and forth with his twitching hands clasped behind his back.

'I swear I'll find you! I swear it! But you must give me a clue, any clue my dear Riff! You can be hidden anywhere in the dark silhouettes of London, yet you can be so close to me that I'm blinded to your presences. I'm coming, just hold on a little longer and you'll be safe. You'll be back to where you truly belong: in my arms alone.'

"Oscar! I'm leaving, you'd had best take excellent care of my sister or else you'll pay with your life if there's some much as a scratch on her person." Cain yelled, he snatched his coat, cane and top hat and made for the door.

Before he stepped out, Mary Weather and Oscar looked at him and smiled cordially at him. He returned it with a stern and somewhat strained smile, how could he smile when only god knew what was happening to Riff?

"I'll return soon with Riff. I promise then the…four of us (including Oscar) can enjoy a nice cup of tea and cavort about…even if it's just for a short time. I promise…" Cain whispered, and then left with the door slamming behind him.

Once more he was off into the darkness that refused to let him see the light, and for once, a welcoming change in his somwwhat commplace life.

-End Chapter-

A/N: Oh thank you all so much for reviewing and for reading! It means the world to me, really it does! I can only hope this chapter was worth the wait, if not I am dreadfully sorry, and I must ask you to forgive me.

Once more Cain, Riff, and Jezebel were extremely out of character, but I'm trying my best to keep them as much in character as I can, but it's fairly hard to do so well my senses are being block with so much excitement while I'm writing. But really, thank you to all those who have read and reviewed. Would it be too much to ask for a few reviews for this chapter as well?