Chapter Twelve:
The boy must not like Will much because at the mention of his name, his nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed in fury. The other boy, tugged open a heavy solid oak door while the younger boy threw me inside, I stumbled slightly but didn't fall as his connected my bound wrists to the stone wall arm shackles.
This place, this dungeon brought back unwanted memories, I focused on pulling in my flares of power redirecting them cautiously and sparingly to each aching part of my body, beginning with my lightly bleeding wrists.
"Wonderful now onto our second mission." His voice was cheerful with sparks of glee; I noticed how his eyes flashed bright blue from his normal color of black every time he exerted a lot of power or emotion.
"Mission?"
His anger flared at my blatant question. Do not speak directly to him. My inner present self warned the thirteen year old me doing no good whatsoever.
"Hush child would you." He snapped, "Now lie to me."
"W- I, the thirteen year-old me stopped at his raised eyebrow and told a lie "I am fourteen years-old."
He clapped his hands together gleefully then bounded over to me with a broad smile on his face and clasped his warm hands onto either side of my face "Perfect, just perfect; I almost believed it myself, I think we have just discovered a newly developed talent."
I opened my mouth to speak but he placed a single finger on my lips as his eyes flared to life with anger.
"Always lie Tessa, to anyone who is not me understand, unless instructed by me to, if you are ever held against your will and interrogated you will lie, not a single cell of truth, understood."
I blinked back my surroundings taking notice to the small wooden table in the left corner of the small square cell. I relaxed my tense stance, letting arms sag just slightly and my legs cross over each other out of comfortable habit.
I cracked my neck and studied my prison; I've had a lot worse that was obvious but I didn't particularly like the metal that was biting into my wrists. Stray pieces of hair fell into my face and I was constantly trying to blow the piece away with my air or I would forget that I was chained to a wall and would roughly bring my left hand down to swipe the stray pieces of hair out of my face only to be met with a sharp stab of pain.
I exhaled loudly and angrily "Nice going Tessa, you really should mussel yourself, you wouldn't even be in the miss if you hadn't helped that stupid Nephlium handsome in the first place."
The door heaved opened making a pungent noise to reveal an amused and arrogant Will and a cold-faced Charlotte.
"You know this might not be that hard after all, I could just turn on the charm." Will winked at me.
"William." Charlotte gave Will a reproachful and warning glare as her eyes ranked over me in a somewhat pitiful way.
I blew hot angry air over my face again sighing in an annoyed defeat as the stray hairs multiplied and fell across my face, tickling and inching my nose, lips, and checks. I sagged my body my eyes glances at the itching that was coming from the wet blood that was running down into my new lace dress, Dominus had spent a lot on this dress he would be so upset to find blood stains in it.
"This is your last chance." Charlotte gave me a stern hard practiced look before sighing and walking gracefully out of the room, leaving me in Will's hands.
"There are two guards outside the door, so if you somehow manage to get by me and open the door; they'll be ready to drag you right back."
I blew air again at my face and almost growled in annoyance, as it did no good. Will laughed and furthered his laugh when he saw my exasperated and annoyed look.
"You do realize how ridiculous you look, that you are like a tiny mouse trying to scare a wolf."
"Don't sell yourself short Will, I would have went with a lion or a panther, surely you wouldn't be a wolf." He face shifted for a moment to a vulnerable almost caring look before his airy and confidence leaked back in.
He walked over to me and gently tucked my stray hair behind my ears. I bowed my head and smiled at him in gratitude while he nodded curtly and distantly turning his back on me. Will walked over to the door knocked a weird little knock that made me smile and duck my head to hide my laughter.
"That's not the knock we agreed upon!" The younger boy snapped annoyed.
I coughed to hide a laugh while Will said, "Your knock was ridiculous and bland."
The younger guard slammed the door sharply as Will turned with an amused smile to me carrying a purple velvet wrap. He set it on the table he hunched over back facing me, I looked around my cell sensing for any weak spots, and ironically the only weak spot in this poor, abused cell was where my shackles were. I could easily manipulate it and go free but then again where would I go, I could also de-materialize but then again where would I go.
I sighed again and relaxed into an easy stance.
Will turned back to me with a silver gleaming blade in his hand dripping with water or a clear liquid. "Holy water will tell me if you're a vampire, while the blade will tell me if you are a number of other things." I really should brush up on my demons. I never really took to the study's Dominus taught because he was so boring to listen to.
I watched him walk over to me without hesitation or any sign of emotion in his face. His body looked relaxed and at ease, his eyes shone bright and were far more mesmerizing to look at than the gleaming blade.
"Wait a moment if you will." He looked almost relieved as the words came calmly out of a dead tone. I breathed in deeply uncrossed my legs, bent them against the hard floor and sprang unto the wall. Digging my thing slippers into the uneven ledges in the stones I eased my wrists upward away from the there shackle; inspected them briefly before nodding approvingly at them and wrapping my hand tightly around the metal cuffs clamping them down around the metal so that they bit into my palms and fingers in an unbearable painful way that would keep my mind away from unpleasant thoughts and the urge to run away.
I looked at Will who had a shocked, confused and utterly speechless expression on his face. "Alright go ahead." His eyebrows creased as he looked at me as if he was seeing at me for the first time ever.
"Most people or things I've interrogated don't normally cling to the things keeping them here, causing them more pain in the process." Will stated as if I hadn't ever been interrogated before.
"I'm not most people or like most things." I shrugged a little, my feet placed on separate tiny ledges in the stones a few feet above the floor, which brought me eye level to Will.
His face like liquid sliding out of a bottle became emotionless as he stepped closer to me. He reached up with his knife and made a clean relatively deep cut into my right forearm. He watched my face as I watched his emotionless one, I didn't flinch or show any aversion to the cut at all, I was consciously aware inside of the fire blazing in my forearm from the sharp never-ending sting of the knife.
I dug my palms into the sharp metal of my cuffs as blood from my palms dripped onto my many layers of blue silks. The pain of the already exposed flesh only seemed to enhance as the metal dug deeper in the pink raw flesh and bleed more.
You will not use you powers; yet.
You will not think of Dominus; yet.
Will retreated saying nothing to the table whipped off his blade and picked up another larger blade, this one with engravings on it that gleamed silver.