Wake of the Dead | Three

Chapter Twenty | Killian & Jasper

Killian's eyes fluttered open uneasily, something had woken him up. His heart jolted when he realized he wasn't in his usual bed. He sat up, eyes wide and alert. Stephan was leaving his bathroom, having just gotten out of the shower. Thankfully, his bottom half was wearing jeans. The man's long hair draped over his shoulders as he set a hairpin in his mouth, pulled his hair back into a bun and then pinned it into place--wrapping a tie of fabric around as well just to make sure to keep it in place. It took a few moments for everything to set in, then a mortified squeak left Killian's lips. "I--Why--Why am I here? Did we, did you-"

"I slept on the floor if that's what you're asking, Rabbit." Stephan growled. Killian was both surprised and relieved. Relieved because nothing had happened between the two--the more horrifying part to that being Killian wouldn't have ever consented to anybody except Jasper--and surprised because of his captor's consideration. It wasn't like Stephan to put somebody before himself, Killian wasn't sure if the man was manipulating him or not. He definitely is. He quickly decided.

Stumbling off of the tall bed, Killian nearly fell on his face when a fuzzy bear pelt wrapped around his leg. He caught his torso with his arms, clumsily half-hanging from the bed and half on the ground. As he struggled he hissed, "Why did you take me here?" He made sure to keep the hostile tone in his voice. He wasn't at all pleased, to say the least.

"Lennox would have killed you in your sleep."

Killian paused. "Oh." He winced as Stephan walked over, then unhooked the pelt from around Killian's ankle. The massive man watched emotionlessly as Killian flopped onto the floor with the grace of a beached whale. "I guess I shouldn't sleep outside of my room then..." He muttered to himself. He glared away from Stephan, the thought of laying in somebody else's bed besides one he shared with Jasper was nauseating. Killian forced that thought aside, nothing had happened, and Stephan was protecting him...right? Still, he doubted anything that man said and for good reason. The giant was a cold-blooded murderer, a tyrant. It was clear now that he was keeping Killian for one purpose only--another reason why he needed to leave as soon as possible.

Killian quickly skirted around Stephan as he tumbled towards the room entrance. "I should go help Willow with laundry, bye!" He said in a rush, leaving no room or time for Stephan to say anything about it. But when he entered the clearing, he skidded to a halt. A familiar face was glaring towards him, then a devilish smile curled across their lips. Oh. You! He replied with a vicious snarl, running forward and punching Luke across the jaw. "What are you doing here?!" Killian demanded, "Where's Jasper, what have you done wi-"

Luke's hand wrapped around Killian's neck, cutting off his airways, then tossing him to the ground carelessly at Stephan's feet--the man had emerged from his quarters once he heard the commotion. "I think your pet needs some more training." The man said sharply.

Stephan simply narrowed his brows. He tapped the underside of Killian's chin to catch his attention, "Stay." He commanded. Killian frowned. I'm not a dog you stupid son of a bitch. But didn't do anything to disobey his captor. Stephan then addressed The Silence fighter, "He was right to alert me--something my own guards seem to have failed at." Killian watched the guards at the front of the camp shrink away beneath their leader's gaze. "What are you doing here?"

"I have a message from The Mistress," Luke said bluntly. "Jasper Adachi's execution will take place at The Silence's main camp in two days—you know where that is. She thought it...appropriate to invite you," Killian's eyes widened, his lips parted with shock. What? No...no, that can't be right! Besides those thoughts, a cold numbness began to spread throughout his whole body, he couldn't move. Just the thought of Jasper being dead, the notion he might never get up again--never hug him, kiss him, sleep beside him or tell him everything was going to be okay--the world had flipped upside down, his head spinning. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wrap his mind around the idea.