A/N - This really isn't anything new; it was the final part between J.P and Unbound during the last chapter. I've made it its own chapter because I wasn't satisfied with it being a part of chapter 3. It felt so jarring, to me at least, how it followed from Kirsty fleeing the room. :/ Having this scene be its own chapter means that according to my plan there will be ten chapters all in all now. It works out. Plus, I want to keep all chapters as short and sweet. I am currently working on the next few chapters and should have them out soon, it all depends on how I feel. Stay tuned. And please let me know your thoughts. :) - Laura

Chapter 4

J.P Monroe was beginning to stir at the foot of the Pillar. Not that the Unbound Prince cared much.

'Pathetic creature.' the entrapped Cenobite thought bitterly. 'Perhaps I should just feed upon him, and so be it.'

The Prince could smell the intoxicating scent of blood, and it enticed him. It all poured from a gash at the side of the club owner's head, an injury caused by his lovely Kirsty... which caused even more feelings of arousal within the once Leader of Cenobites.

Blood.

It was there, trickling down the boy's face. It was there, for him, full nourishment. Monroe's whole body was there for him to feast upon, more flesh to heal his broken form with.

He was tempted. An itch at the back of his mind almost unleashed the chains supplied by the Pillar at his very will to snag the boy and feed upon him, but he restrained himself for the time being, and watched on with repulsion as Monroe groaned at his stone-encased feet.

The boy's welfare was of no concern to him, but he did need him. It would be too easy to suck his frivolous little husk dry and dispose of him, but he didn't want it to be easy. He wanted a challenge, he needed a servant, a foot soldier to help bring about his plans. More so, he wanted the boy to suffer... truly suffer. In no time, at his hand, suffer he would. Especially after the incident involving Kirsty.

He dared lay his grubby hands upon her... he absolutely dared! This pathetic waste of space thought he could impress him by bringing a struggling and unwilling Kirsty Cotton to him on a silver platter? He had thought her a trifle piece of flesh that could be simply fed to him, and that rose his ire more than being confined within these stone walls.

He wanted her safe, he wanted her whole. He wanted for her to come to him willingly. Monroe, of course, did not know of their past, of how they had already been acquainted. Of how the Prince had fought to protect her some time ago, and how her soul was better suited for something much more than being a sacrificial meal. The boy was unknowing of all that had transpired between the two of them. But it still set the Unbound Cenobite's blood boiling.

J.P Monroe pushed himself off the floor with quivering arms, lifting a hand to tentatively touch his head injury. It was a simple small gash to just above his temple. But it didn't hurt any less. He winced, hissing breath in through his teeth.

"Fucking bitch!" he grunted under his breath, remembering the fiery brunette who dared to fight back.

"It would be in your best interests to hold your tongue, Monroe." a baritone voice from above him bellowed, disapproval and anger coating his words.

It was then the spoilt brat weakly lifted his whole head to look up at the Cenobite, now on his knees- as he should be. J.P's eyes met with the Prince's. The stone gridded face was looking directly down at him, his ebony eyes burning into his very soul and slightly widened with fury.

J.P took a gulp and his lifted both hands in defence, remembering only a few nights previously the fate of that screeching blonde who had been absorbed into the Pillar before his very eyes. He trembled and winced, terrified of same fate being bestowed upon him. It was likely, as he had failed.

"Hey, man, c'mon, I'm sorry! She was a firecracker! I did everything I could. I'll find someone else, I swear! Please don't-"

"Silence!" the Unbound Cenobite bellowed. The boy was truly pathetic. But he'd deal with him when he was done. "Her flesh is unimportant for the time being. You are most fortunate that I am not taking yours for your incompetence and foolishness."

Monroe trembled at those words, but he sighed in relief and knelt as still as possible. He groaned a little as he touched his wound. "So, what do I do now?" he asked.

The pinned face glowered down at him. "You will patch yourself up, and you will go forth into the undulating flesh that is outside that door." The Cenobite softened his tone, and rid his face of anger, but kept his voice firm. "Find another to nourish me, and do it well. Or you will not have a place at my right hand when my plans come to fruition. Go, now. Find me flesh. Feed me. Free me."

To Be Continued...