"It doesn't matter what you've tricked the Malkia into believing the Council will destroy your pet bone by bone that is if she survives her fellow hunters finding out what you've made her." The last true threat Juliette heard until the jangling rustling of what she already guessed to be silver chains dragged her back to some semblance of clarity.
"This is getting rather tiresome." The elder vampire sighed swirling more warmed-over blood around in her glass with a board air as she took a measured sip.
"Well, there are only so many times I can tell you, I have no idea what you're talking about before it gets thought to you." Margot reminds straighten as much as she was able given her beaten state and Juliette herself grapples a little harder with keeping her flickering awareness.
"I told you we should have picked Sabastian next, Gran." Angel scoffed from the claimed living room corner Ben was still captive in 'helping her look presentable' as the brattier legacy as Ben was coming to call her in his head pawed even deeper into the brought down collection of clothes hijacked from one Elinor's posher closets. "What with little miss Keeper being such a daddy's girl and all." Angel scoffed holding up yet another slim-fitting dress for inspection.
"Leave my husband….." Margot coughed only for a strong backhand and a hissed "Silence" stalls her.
Juliette gave a pained cough from her tossed-away place on the also clean-wrapped cover sofa making Ben give a relieved sigh at the sounds of his tiny best friend finally regaining her senses.
"Sweetheart," Margot called in equal relief at the sound.
"Mom?" Juliette groaned lifting her head as much as she was able to rest against the arm of the sofa for support.
"Fine darling you win." The grandmotherly one sighs giving an ordering "Bring him up" to two dark-dressed figures stationed more as lookouts than real security.
"And now the real fun begins." Angel snickers when the heavy door to the mansion basement was opened once again.
Mother and daughter share a similarly panicked glance as the sounds of tortured groaning and the mingling slide of even more sliver chains against the polished floor reach them.
"What have you done to him?" Margot demanded as she like her daughter notice the glaring sight of a thick cloth that had been tied tightly around his head over his eyes as Sabastian Fairmont was dragged more than guided into the room.
"Relax, your turnling has been allowed to keep his sight." Angel rather than her grandmother answers crossing back into the living room as the Fairmont parents are traded out. "It seemed a precaution given how-uncooperative he's been." The teenager says earning a snickered hint of a smile from Sabastian at the wording.
"Esme, please," Margot says her voice just above a whisper now as she looked from her husband to the elder and back again. "If you take the Malkia from him- He'll die," Margot says her voice breaking as realization dawns noticing with growing horror the reason her husband's once neatly pressed suit shirt was left ripped and hanging open exposing the yet-to-fade marking of the silver spear wound in his chest along with a few fresher markings of injuries littering his paled skin.
"I'll be alright my love." Sabastian coughed in weakened reassurance when after more attempted pleas of protest the gaged cloth was tired back around Margot's mouth.
"Your child has left us no other choice I'm afraid." The elder reminds her tone just as unfeeling as ever as she spoke over Margot's continued attempts at leniency "We offered a fair choice in the matter. Tell us where she'd hidden our living Mother or watch us rip her father open to drag the dead one her grandmother unwisely sacrificed."
"We even threw in the offer of letting her keep her turned hunter." Angel lied "So truthfully this is all on her."
"Quite." Her grandmother agreed her hand how poised to strike out at the pealing skin of the middle of Sabastian's exploded chest. "and the council will need all the proof we can gather to prove once and for all how unfit you and your family are to care for the Emerald Mother."
On the last word Esme Carnell's hand snaps out slicing with deadly aim into Sabastian's chest.
The father's shout of pain was drowned in the groaning break of several sets of tires and a pained "No." from Juliette as the front door burst open sending a small but battle-ready wave of hunters and monsters alike spilling into the room.
Cal her fangs bared and silvered spear spinning in warning in her gloved hands leading the charge. Theo one side. Elinor on the other.
