Pairing: Mason/Tyler (M/m) hand, ping pong paddle
Friday, April 13, 2012
Undisclosed Location/Time
"Where the bloody hell are we?" Rebekah hissed, rubbing her wrists. The witches and guards who had captured them had let the girls use the bathroom and then unchained them. Then, they pushed them into a room and slammed shut a metal door.
Elena yanked the red ribbon out of her hair. They had been taken right before cheering for a game. Elena was still in her sweats, but Rebekah had already been in her MFHS cheer uniform.
"I don't know. Some kind of a boat?" Elena mumbled.
"Yeah, well, I wish we could change. I hardly ever get cold, but my legs are freezing," Rebekah complained.
"Rebekah, what are they going to do to us?" Elena whispered.
"Nothing good," Rebekah said, testing the strength of the door. She hissed in pain. "Ah, vervain!"
"Shit," Elena cursed. "Here, take my sweatshirt. Try again."
Rebekah used the sweatshirt to try to pry the door open.
"Won't budge. It could be spelled. Those witches are freaky, right?" Rebekah said in a low voice. "Those hoods. Ugh."
"Yeah," Elena agreed, rubbing her eyes. "Those injections sucked. My head is pounding."
Rebekah nodded. She noticed a cooler of water on the side.
"Here. We should drink while we have the chance," Rebekah said, taking a bottle for herself and grabbing one for Elena.
"What if it's drugged?" Elena asked, smelling the water.
"It's sealed. If they wanted to drug us, they would probably just give us more of the needle," Rebekah said, taking a gulp. They had been fed earlier, but Rebekah wanted blood.
Elena emptied the bottle and extended her wrist.
"Here, feed from me. You need your strength if we are to get out of here," Elena offered.
Rebekah was touched. "Ah, thank you, but I couldn't. The truth is that I can go a fair amount of time without blood at this point. And drinking someone's blood is...pretty intimate."
"Damon's drank my blood before," Elena admitted with a blush.
"Really? Wow," Rebekah said, now searching the rest of the room for a weakness.
"Yeah, obviously, Stefan never did due to the ripper thing," Elena continued. "Hey, you had a thing with Stefan, too, huh?"
Rebekah paused and looked back. "Yes, I would say it's a long time ago but for me it's only been a few months since we were in Chicago. That was a bad time for us, but he helped me see that life goes on. Of course, he doesn't remember."
"That must suck," Elena said, getting up. "But I guess we have bigger problems now. Boost me up. I think that is a blacked out window."
Rebekah lifted Elena to the small square and she struggled to try to open it.
"Nailed shut, but definitely some kind of window," Elena huffed. As she gripped onto the frame with all her might, yanking it. The metal door creaked open slowly with a terrible sound.
If Rebekah had slower reflexes, she would have dropped Elena. Instead, she put her back on the ground. By the time she turned, a slender red hair was in the room and the door shut again.
"Don't bother, ladies. You can't get out of this room unless I permit it," the woman purred in a high sing-song voice.
"Aurora de Martel!" Rebekah jeered. "I should have known that you would be involved in this travesty! I curse the day I saved your sorry life."
Aurora giggled and smoothed down her raw silk lilac trousers. The expensive purple pantsuit contrasted with her fiery hair and large alert eyes.
"Greetings to you, my sire," Aurora went on. "I love the costume. Cheerleading, right? Let me guess! You are employed at a high-end brothel? Very classy."
Rebekah growled and Elena put a reassuring hand on her.
"Don't. She's trying to bait you," Elena tried. "We are real cheerleaders for your information."
"And you must be the doppelgänger! What lovely hair you have. Oh, my, you are a pretty one. Niklaus must fancy you," Aurora chortled.
"Niklaus? She's a child. Elena, this is the first vampire I made, the Countess de Martel. Think of her like the first pancake that you need discard," Rebekah ruminated. "Now, let us out of here and I shalln't kill you, Aurora. Deal?"
Aurora laughed so hard that she had to put her hands on her knees.
"Oh, Rebekah, how I have missed your spunk!" Aurora finally said as Rebekah seethed. "Of course, I thought I was you for a century. Remember that? We fled from your father all over Europe. He almost slaughtered us a few times, but yet, here we are. How is your brother? Nik, I mean. The sullen one can go hang...and Kol is a perfect beast. But the nobel Elijah is in kahoots with Tristan again. But it is Niklaus, I mean, of course...My former love. He thought he captured me, but I have charms that you will never attain. Now, look who the prisoner is."
Rebekah vamped to Aurora and gripped her arms.
"You will let us go," Rebekah compelled. "Niklaus will kill you for this!"
Aurora pushed her off easily, snickering.
"Bekah, I cannot be compelled any longer. Just as us ancient ones cannot turn off our humanity, that no longer works on me," Aurora chuckled.
"Rebekah, can't you just kill her?" Elena pleaded as Aurora's bright green eyes settled on her. They were disconcerting. Crazy eyes. This woman was unhinged.
Rebekah lunged for Aurora, but felt a searing pain in her head and crumpled to the floor in agony. Aurora stood and folder her arms, smirking.
"Nay, she cannot. My witches are watching and protecting me as we speak. Some have underestimated me, you would be fools to do the same. Now, how about we have a cocktail or some tea and have a nice chat?" Aurora lilted as the door opened again. Workers brought in and set a small card table with three chairs and a tea service. Aurora tapped at her ruby lips with a manicured finger. "Cosmos, I think. Elena, are you of drinking age? Nay, no matter, human laws do not concern me," Aurora said brightly, stepping over Rebekah's writhing form to take a horrified Elena by the hand. The pastries the workers were setting down looked good, but Elena pulled away from Aurora to see to Rebekah.
"Ah, she's fine," Aurora discounted.
"I s-should have l-let you bleed to death in F-France," Rebekah moaned, massaging her temples.
"Yes, you probably should have. Now, can you pull yourself together for a bit? We have a lot to do before I see that brother of yours," Aurora noted. "And my brother and..."
Rebekah made it to her feet, her head still echoing with waves of a residual pain.
"You will regret this, Countess," Rebekah hissed. "If Niklaus shalln't kill you, I have him thrash you will an inch of your life. Enjoy sitting while you still can!"
Aurora's giggle was musical. "Niklaus would never hurt me, but if he did, I would enjoy it immensely! I haven't felt pain in centuries..."
"You won't like it this time, freak," Rebekah warned, finally getting her bearings and sitting.
"Elena, I am disappointed you have not offered me a little taste of your blood. How about you fill that little champagne glass for me?" Aurora lilted casually, producing a sharp blade from her pantsuit that glittered as she removed it from the sheath.
"W-WHat?" Elena stammered, her brown eyes incredulous.
"You offered your blood to Rebekah here? Am I not your friend, too? Hurray, I am famished, or I can sip from your neck if that is easier?" Aurora threatened, the smile never leaving her lips, but also never reaching her eyes.
Elena swallowed and took the knife with trembling hands. She cut into her palm and dripped her blood into the slender glass, some of it splashing onto the table. The pain sharpening her resolve to get out of here.
"Owww," Elena said, biting her lip.
"A bit more," Aurora coaxed greedily. "I've never had doppelgänger blood. Monk's blood is so bland. Those silly blokes don't even eat meat. Of course, they aren't eating anything now."
Aurora grabbed the glass flute, laughing, dripping with an inch of Elena's blood and held it up.
"Bekah, why so glum? Drink up. A toast to us ladies sticking together! Isn't that what you always said, Rebekah?" Aurora taunted.
Rebekah held up the pink cocktail and nodded, "Yes, I suppose I said a lot of things. Elena, dear, drink up."
Rebekah caught Elena's eye as she scanned the room for cameras. They had to find a way out of the clutches of this crazy woman.
And soon.
Rebekah had to play with Aurora on her own terms.
"I love that violet color on you, Aurora. It brings out your eyes. Say, where exactly are we?" Rebekah purred, sipping on the sickening sweet drink. She plucked out a garnish of lime and tossed it onto a paper napkin on the table. Aurora was so tacky, Rebekah thought to herself.
"Oh, out at sea, but don't worry. You will see some familiar faces tonight. I have a gorgeous silver gown for you," Aurora remarked, sipping on Elena's blood. "Oh, it is tasty."
"Glad you like," Elena said, dryly. She gulped down the cosmo until Rebekah kicked her under the table. They had to be sober to pull this off.
"I never wear silver," Rebekah said. "It makes me look sallow."
"Well, that is unfortunate, but it cannot be helped. So, tell me what Niklaus has been up to. Aside from thinking he kidnapped me, that is. I hear he has a child now?" Aurora inquired.
"Two actually," Rebekah answered, twirling her glass. "Both, a chip off the old block, as they say."
"Oh, how charming," Aurora said. "In what ways?"
"Oh, you know, that sarcastic wit and sharp tempers, and a penchant for violence," Rebekah said, finally thinking she found a camera near the door, which had been shut again. "I'm sure you will meet his son soon. Right, Elena?"
Elena cleared her throat. "Oh right, Damon loves to meet new people."
"Oh, lovely. I can't wait," Aurora chuckled. She tipped the glass back and drained the rest of the blood. "Elena, how about a little more? I am so parched this week, being kidnapped and then escaping will do that to you?"
"I hope we will find that out for ourselves," Rebekah mumbled.
"What was that? You said something, Rebekah?" Aurora snapped, her green eyes blazing.
"Nothing, Aurora. This cosmo is, ah, lovely. May I have some more?" Rebekah recovered smoothly. Yes, she could play this little twit like a fiddle, not that she ever played a real fiddle.
Founder's Hall
Afternoon
Sheriff Liz Forbes spoke to George, her deputy on her cell phone.
"George, I went over to the Mikaelsons. They have been attacked," Liz explained. "There is some security force there. They let me in, but Finn and the ones left were disoriented."
George's deep voice came through the phone, "Liz, tell me you didn't go in there alone?"
Liz sighed, "I did. And remember, we may be dating, but I am still your boss!"
George grunted over the phone line, "I know. I didn't mean nothing. Was Aaron there? I grounded Nessie was seeing that boy, but I know she still has a thing for him."
"Yes, Aaron was fine. Groggy and confused, but okay. George, they said that the kids took over after the first attack and demanded that Damon and Kol take them to New Orleans to find the others," Liz said, drifting off. She looked over her shoulder at her daughter and the others pouring over an old map of the basement storage rooms.
"Damn, how could kids do that? Never mind, I know some weird shit goes on at that mansion. I still can't believe you put yourself in danger!" George hissed into the phone.
"We can talk about that later. Right now, I need you to take over as Sheriff. I got a tube of Bonnie's blood out of the Mikaelsons' safe. Klaus kept a sample of her blood there and showed me a while back. But now, the real work begins. We have to access the Council weapons in the basement. If something happens, you are in charge," Liz explained.
"If something happens...! What do you mean, Liz?" George expounded.
"Nothing. It's just that some of these old vaults are booby traps. I know there are old documents that explain how to open them safety, but we can't find them yet. I'm afraid Katherine Pierce and those goons stole the important documents. Few would know where they were, but Katherine was here in 1864. Hell, for all we know she and Emily were behind the magic in the vault that seals it. Ric is looking through the archives now...," Liz drifted off.
"Liz, listen to yourself. Just what the hell is down there that is so important?" George demanded, loudly enough that Liz had to pull the cell away from her ear.
"They have Bonnie, George. She's like another daughter to me. And Lucy is gone with Damon and the others. I have to find her," Liz retorted.
Caroline heard and vamped to her mom.
"Mom, what's going on? Who are you talking to?" Caroline asked with concern. Her mother rarely lost her temper.
"George. It's okay, honey," Liz soothed, putting the phone on her shoulder.
Caroline paused, "Hey, ask George if Nessie is around. She's like a genius. Maybe she can help us figure something out?"
Liz nodded, "Yeah, okay. I'll see. George? I'm back. Hey, do you think you and Nessie could head over here after she gets home from school? Maybe you are right. The weapons is that vault won't do any good if we don't know where to use them. And tell Nessie to bring her laptop. Maybe she can hack into the Armory system for us? See if there is anything irregular there."
Leaving the Arkansas Safe House
Hours Later
Klaus pulled away in the truck, the tires crunching over the long gravel driveway. He had gotten what he needed, for now.
Emma was fine now, but didn't remember her earlier "prophecy." Klaus had had it up to here with prophecies and seers, he knew what he had to do. He just needed a witch to help him. And he knew where some very powerful witches were...if he could get in there.
Klaus thought back to that day in 1914 when Kol had tried to betray them over that damn paragon diamond. Mary-Alice Claire and Astrid Malchance were likely still rotting away in the Dowager Fauline cottage. Did Kol really think he could make a dagger to put him to sleep? Due to his hybrid nature, they never worked on him. If they had, the Brotherhood of the Five would have killed them all in 1114, after Rebekah was ready to run off with one of them. That whole episode still irked him.
"Focus, dammit!" Klaus reprimanded himself. He had to concentrate if his plan was going to work. When Klaus had found that witch to put the spell on the cottage, he never imagined that he would have to undo it less than a century later.
And if he knew witches, she was still alive, though, like him, she should have been dead already.
Founder's Hall
Nessie clicked on the computer in a fury. Since the last time she had gotten in trouble with Aaron yesterday over the "cheating", she hadn't had access to her computer or Aaron. He hadn't been to school today and she had been worried. Now, she knew that she had a right to be concerned.
"I think I'm into the Armory systems," Nessie breathed. "Where should I look first?"
Liz had been hovering over the computer. They had a couple of tech people in the department, but they weren't as smart as Nessie or willing to break the law to get information. Liz didn't like it, but this was a war. And Bonnie was somewhere out there with the enemy.
"Ah, how about security details?" Liz suggested. She had demanded that the rest of the kids go home, even Mason. Matt and Tyler promised to look after him and Caroline had gone with them. Everyone was exhausted and on edge with Bonnie and the others gone or missing.
Stefan had agreed to get a vial of blood from Dr. Fell and meet them back at Founder's Hall. Annabelle and Nadia had gone back to inform Pearl about Katherine's departure.
"No, look at deliveries first. Maybe there is something unusual in the pattern there," Stefan interrupted.
Nessie clicked on that icon and soon they were filtering through the comings and goings of a myriad of packages and shipments to the vast complex.
"God, this is going to take forever," Nessie vowed.
"Hmm, let's focus on outgoing," Stefan said. "Most of these are incoming, but look here. There were several large trucks dispatched yesterday and this morning. I wonder if we can track those."
Liz looked at George.
"Yeah, we can track the numbers on them. Do you think that is how they got Elijah, Rebekah, and Elena?" Liz wondered.
Stefan thought about it. "Klaus said something about them coming in through the tunnels beneath the mansion, but I don't think they would have enough manpower. To get Elijah, they had to have a team of security and witches, Rebekah, too. Let's track those vehicles."
George patted Nessie on the shoulder. "Good work, honey."
"Am I still grounded?" Nessie moped.
"Yup, but I'm proud of you," George grinned. "I'll call those numbers in. We can at least see where those truck went. It will give a clue to their locations."
Nessie peered up at Stefan with her multi-colored eyes.
"Stefan, is Aaron really okay?" Nessie wondered.
Stefan gave her a reassuring smile.
"Yeah, um, he did get in a little trouble yesterday with Finn and Sage, but he's going to be okay. Why don't you give him a call?" Stefan offered.
Nessie jerked her thumb at George who had stepped away to radio in the plates on the trucks.
"He took my phone," Nessie said sadly.
"Damon should be calling me with an update any minute," Stefan explained. "Plus, this is a burner."
Liz's mouth turned down.
"Here, honey, go to the bathroom and use my phone. You've been a big help to us. If your dad gets mad, I'll pull rank on him. Aaron's been through a lot," Liz said with sympathy. "Go on."
"Thanks, Sheriff," Nessie said, taking the phone and scampering away.
Lockwood Mansion
"They think they found the truck that took Bonnie...and Kathy, I mean, Katherine," Mason said gruffly, hanging up the phone.
Matt and Tyler looked at each other. Mason was taking this hard.
"Where?" Matt asked.
"Near Atlanta, now," Mason replied tightly. "You two head up to bed. After today, we all need some sleep." He didn't know what to think or feel. He had taken a shower and stripped off the stuffy suit, leaving it crumpled on the floor of the bedroom. Mayor wasn't for him. He had to find his brother and his wife...and Kathy. He didn't want to think about her, how close they had become, while the whole time she was plotting. Again.
"Then, don't we need to go?" Matt questioned, shrugging.
"Yeah, you're right, man. Bonnie is on there with those freaky witch goons and Katherine. She's not safe," Tyler concurred.
"Look, Bonnie is a powerful witch and Kathy wouldn't allow her to be hurt," Mason argued.
Tyler scoffed. "Dude, listen to yourself. Your freaking girlfriend is a monster. You gotta face that."
Mason's eyes flashed yellow a moment.
"Go on up to bed," Mason said, his voice low.
Matt scrambled up off the couch to obey, but Tyler crossed his arms over his chest.
"I haven't had a bedtime since I was like eight. Just because you got fucked over, don't take it out on us," Tyler said, his eyes also flashing.
"Whoa, bro, not the time," Matt said, putting on Tyler's arm, but not budging the angry teen werewolf.
"What did you say to me?" Mason growled. "You are asking for the paddle to your rump, young man. You watch your tone. My job is to first of all, keep you safe."
"Oh shit, I'm going to bed," Matt said, backing up. "Ty, come on, man. You're wiped out. We all are."
But Tyler didn't even hear Matt. Matt shook his head and ran up the stairs. This was going to get ugly.
"Screw that. I'm going to find B-Bonnie," Tyler said, not quite as sure of himself as he was a moment ago, taking a step back as Mason rose to his full height.
"They didn't even try to open the vault yet. What are you going to do if you find these guys? One wolf against a coven and vampires? Do you even hear yourself right now?" Mason pressed.
Tyler's eyes narrowed, "Okay, so what? We just go to beddy-bye and let them kill Bon? Is that your plan?"
"My plan is to wait and see if this vault can open. Then, we will go after them. We, meaning the adults, you are going to stay here!" Mason confirmed.
"But you said you think my parents could be there. I'm not going to sit with my thumb up my ass doing nothing because you are a coward while-," Tyler started, but Mason grabbed him by the arm.
"Wait! Uncle M-Mason, stop!" Tyler shrieked, hating the sound of his rising voice.
"I warned you," Mason said, marching Tyler up the stairs, swatting the seat of his jeans as he went.
Crack!
"Ow, stop! Sorry, Uncle M-," Tyler yelped, as his tight jeans were swatted every step up or so. The angry werewolf was not holding back and Tyler regretted his words already. "Don't spank me!"
"You need it and then you are getting your sore butt to bed. Hear me," Mason said, kicking the partially open bedroom door open with his foot.
Slap!
"Yeah. Ohhhhh," Tyler winced, trying to protect his behind from anymore slaps, but Mason just walloped his thigh.
"Get the paddle," Mason said in a firm tone.
"But Matt...," Tyler whined.
Mason saw the discarded clothes on the floor and heard the water running in the attached bathroom.
"He's in the shower. If you hurry up and listen, you can be in bed before he gets out," Mason reasoned.
Tyler frowned and still rubbing his bottom, went to the dresser and pulled out the red and black ping pong paddle. He and Matt hadn't gotten it since they got busted for the frog prank, but they were still sharing a room. Mason did swat them on the can a few times when they were too loud before bed or couldn't wake up in the morning due to fooling around the night before.
"Give it here," Mason indicated, holding out his hand for the paddle. "And strip down. You oughta take a bath after."
"But you said I had to go right to bed," Tyler pointed out, now standing in front of Mason awkwardly.
Mason sighed and rubbed his temple. Did this kid ever quit?
"Boy, do I hafta belt you again, too?" Mason prodded, sitting on the side of the bed on top of the bedspread.
"No! Okay, bath after. Got it," Tyler said, stripping off his pants and shirt. He stood in his white briefs and was grateful when Mason flipped him over his knees with his underpants on. Mason arranged Tyler so his full body was supported by the bed.
Mason reached over and grabbed the paddle and brought it down smartly on the center of Tyler's underpants.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Oaf," Tyler expounded.
"Now, lift up. You're getting it on the bare behind," Mason said, waiting for Tyler to life so he could slide his briefs down to his knees. "Do I need to remind you why you're getting paddled?"
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Noooo, siirrrr," Tyler wailed, already squirming and kicking out his feet. He wasn't sure if it was being over Mason's knee or the paddle, but he felt like he was five again.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Tell me anyhow," Mason directed, still popping him in the same spot across both cheeks.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Ohhhhhh, I was rude and m-mean," Tyler said, as Mason slowed the whacks to allow him to speak.
"No, I'm pretty much used to that. And you mighta had a point about Kathy. It was you saying you were going to go off and get yourself killed," Mason said, resuming the brisk paddling.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Okay! I will w-wait...!" Tyler promised, kicking and wiggling wildly, kicking off his briefs. Tyler tried to push himself up, but Mason twisted him to put his leg over Tyler's legs. Mason also grabbed his hand as Tyler threw it back unable to take the burning sting in his behind.
"Oh, owwwwweeee. I'm g-good. Stop, ouch!" Tyler shouted, not hearing the shower turn off.
Mason started paddling the center of one cheek firmly five times.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Tyler burst out into sobs, as Mason switched to the other cheek. He wasn't sure if it was being over Mason's knee or the paddle, but he felt like he was five again.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Matt came out with a towel around his waist.
"Ah...," Matt said, uncertain of what he should do.
"It's okay, Matt. Go on and get dressed. You tried to talk some sense into him. He's getting spanked good 'cause he wanted to run off for some fool plan," Mason explained.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Matt nodded, "I want to help Bonnie, too. But I think we should wait until we have a solid plan. These Strix are ruthless, you know?"
Pop!
"Yeah, I do," Mason said, still paddling. Tyler's white rump was now splatted with pink marks. "Are you learning your lesson?"
Pop!
"Waaaaa," Tyler cried. "Y-Yeahhhhh. Pleaseeee."
Pop!
"Another minute and then you wash up for bed," Mason said, giving his shoulder a momentary rest.
Matt had pulled on his sleep pants and shirt and then dried his hair. He couldn't help but watch Tyler's paddling in the reflection of the mirror. Christ, did he look like that when he was getting spanked. Tyler's face was red and covering in tears and snot.
Pop! Pop!
"Matt, it's okay. Go on, go to bed," Mason urged. "We're almost done here."
Mason lowered the small, round paddle to wallop Tyler's sit spots as the boy howled.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
"Ahhhhhhhh," Tyler wept. "I'm s-sorrrrry,"
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
With that, Mason put the paddle down on the bed and patted Tyler's back.
"All over, buddy," Mason said. "Come on, let's get you up."
Mason stood and hugged Tyler to him as he held him.
"Sorry, U-Uncle Mason," Tyler sniffled. "I s-shouldn't have said that stuff..."
Mason grabbed some tissues and wiped Tyler's face.
"I'm sorry, too, kiddo. I guess I wasn't dealing well with finding out about Kathy. I know you're worried about Bonnie," Mason said, pulling back to look Tyler in the eye. "We'll help them. I promise you, but we gotta do it in the right way. Okay? Is that clear?"
Tyler sniffed again, reaching back to rub his sore cheeks with his hand. "Yeah, you made that real clear."
"I love you guys," Mason said, steering Tyler to the bathroom and looking over at Matt. "I'm not trying to be a dick here, but trying to keep you guys alive and out of trouble isn't easy."
"Not with the teen wolf here," Matt quipped.
Tyler scowled and started to flick off Matt, but thought twice about it.
"Go on," Mason said, putting Tyler gently into the bathroom.
"Matt probably used all the hot water," Tyler griped.
"Oh well, your butt is hot enough. Good night," Mason smiled, closing the door.
Mason grabbed the paddle and put it back in the dresser.
"Before I put this away, do you need a good drumming?" Mason asked, brandishing the small, round paddle.
"No, sir. I've been behaving since the frog thing. Do you really think Bonnie is okay with Katherine?" Matt asked, turning on his side and looking up at Mason.
Mason came back and sat on the edge of Matt's side of the bed.
"Yeah, I do, Matt," Mason pledged. "Kathy is screwed up, but she's not the monster everyone things she is. I mean, I've done stuff I'm not proud of. Look, I'll let you guys now when the Sheriff calls back. Now, get some rest."
Matt shut his eyes and Mason stayed until he fell asleep. He was more tired than he had realized.
