Jan had come to enjoy the weekly feedings and banter that came along with it– though he wasn't sure if it was because he liked the odd company or maybe if it was the only time he wasn't slowly losing his sanity. He felt, or at least wanted to think, that she was maybe warming up to him, too. Jan didn't learn much about her and vice versa; it was usually just small talk, prying questions on his part, and the occasional annoyed glance in his direction. It was a creature comfort of his, and he looked forward to it beyond the opportunity to eat… not that it mattered much anymore.

The boss bitch hadn't been in the dungeons with her usual barrage of questions and 'tools of interrogation' in days. He had suspected she'd known vital information about Millennium for quite some time, long before she even stopped visiting. With each new interrogation, she asked fewer questions, and the beatings lasted longer than usual. It was like she was exacting some cruel revenge against him.

"Fucking bitch," he muttered incoherently.

He always thought he wouldn't feel an ounce of fear when his time came, however abruptly it would be, that he would laugh it off and scream 'Fuck You!' in the face of death. Maybe it was because he'd been forced to confront the fact that he was dying, slowly, painfully, but… he was scared.

His eyes had been closed in some half-hearted attempt at getting rest when the cell went uncharacteristically cold, a chilled breath unknowingly escaping his lips. Suddenly, the tension that held him in place slacked, and he fell forward with an "Umph!"

Jan stood up, or at least tried to before immediately falling back down. His legs were still numb and weak from being forced into the kneeling position for… weeks? Months? He sat with his back against the wall, a cold sweat washing over him. Unconsciously, his hand traveled to the stump where his right arm once was, startling and causing him to recoil. He'd forgotten…

The cell had become dark, artificially so, and seemed much larger– as if he were looking down an endless hallway. A chill traveled down his spine, and the hair on his body stood on end. Could his heart still pound in his chest?

A dark, ghoulish laughter erupted and echoed in the cell, seemingly coming from all around as inky black surrounded him. He shot upward, bracing against the wall to steady himself. Something wasn't right– no shit, something wasn't right!

He made a break for it. He forced himself to run, weak as he was. He couldn't see farther than the tip of his nose, and it didn't feel like he was moving at all– not until he collided hard with what he thought was a brick wall. He stumbled back, clutching his now broken nose.

He stared hard before him, trying to discern where he was, but Jan couldn't see at all. His nerves were all standing on end as if the danger was right in front of him… "Oh Fuck."

Without warning, a gloved hand wrapped around his neck and slammed him hard to the ground. Jan heard a cracking beneath him, though he wasn't sure if the floor or his back had made the sound. He stared into what was undoubtedly the Red Devil's eyes. He hissed, growled, and clawed at the hand, kicking and screaming.

Through the darkness, writhing and pulsing, a wicked grin emerged. "Filth," a deep voice hissed, "Filth like you makes me sick. Cheap, two-bit terror."

Suddenly, Jan was thrown across the room, smashing into a wall he couldn't see. A hissing laugh echoed behind him, and as he whipped around to swing, claws dug into his shoulder and tore down to the small of his back. Jan yelped, turning to swipe at his attacker, only to be slashed once more. Blood flooded from his wounds, staining his pants and whatever remaining top he had.

Try as he might, this was a losing fight. He had to think of something else. But how do you fight someone you can't even see?

He stood, whipping away the blood streaming from his crooked nose. "Yer talkin' all this shit, Big Red, but all you've done is take pot-sho-" He didn't have time to finish before being swiped at again. The cuts were long, deep, and painful beyond belief.

Jan stumbled back to the ground. His muscles ached and quivered; his body was shutting down on him. He couldn't have fought Alucard off at his healthiest, much less in his current state.

Two hands gently yet firmly gripped his face, and, for once, he could see Alucard's full form towering over him. Jan's face was flushed from exhaustion; he couldn't move- couldn't escape. Fear bubbled up inside him once again, though he wouldn't dare beg for his life. He could only weakly attempt to push and scratch at his hands, at least try to pull away.

The grin fell from Alucard's face and was replaced by sneering contempt. "Weak. Your brother might have been a pathetic excuse for dog shit," he growled, slowly digging his fingers into flesh and bone. Jan was being pushed further and further into the floor. He squirmed and writhed beneath him, but he shook uncontrollably. "But you're lower than dog-shit."

Alucard wrenched his head to the side, forcibly baring his neck, and lowered himself onto the weaker vampire. Eyes wide, Jan's heart pounded hard in his chest. He pushed, resisted, and kicked beneath him, trying to maintain some distance, but to no avail. He wasn't strong enough. Alucard quickly closed in, pinning him to the ground with his body.

Razor fangs tore into the flesh of his neck and shoulder, blood spurting out uncontrollably as he screamed in pure agony.