Primal

Chapter 11

His head was drumming and his body stung from all angles. Slowly he began to stir and his stomach began to heave. When he finally opened his eyes, he stared at wooden panels. Slowly he sat up. The room was made of wood with a old mattress underneath him. There was a door with a golden knob. Then he began to hear the sound of something like wood creaking and then crying. Looking around he found himself completely alone but he knew that cry from anywhere. Forcing himself to stand, he stumbled to the door and grabbed it. He wrestled and tried to open it but nothing, it was locked. Moving back, he sat in the corner, feeling even more nauseous. When he felt less and less vertiginous, he heard a click and the door opened. He stared at the familiar prince from the party dressed in the same outfit as the first time he met him only with glasses and his ears extremely pointed. Even his features where a little sharper. "Lady Elso, we meet again. Nice hair by the way, the last I remembered you hated the thought of dying your hair but I guess that was due to peer-pressure," said the man pulling a wooden chair in behind him before plopping down right at his feet. "Where's Solomon and Vandel," 

"Oh don't worry, we're not that barbaric, they're in another room as you can hear, Solomon being spoiled with milk and Vandel chained down with the strongest metal that can hold any vampire...you just need to worry about yourself. You have information that I want," said the man. He pressed his back farther into the wall, unsure if he wanted to speak at all. "Silence isn't going to get you anywhere my dear...as a matter of fact, it will only worsen your situation," 

"It's rude not to introduce yourself and I am not Lady Elso," 

"Oh yes, Jedai, Jackie, Elso, whatever name you can think of I don't really care...but me? I am Doctor Z and you have a piece that I want...and if you don't I will introduce you to a world of pain, as thees young folks are now talking...and I have centuries of expertise in torture," said Doctor Z grabbing his wrist. He pulled back but it seemed impossible, his wrist was in an iron grip and the man didn't even budge when he tried to pull away. "Would you care for a trial run? I am running on a tight schedule," said Doctor Z grabbing his ripped and burned sleeve and pulling it down to expose his wrists. "No! Let go!" 

"Or what? Going to tell me where the two pieces are?" 

"No you maniac!" 

"Aw," was all he said before he felt teeth sink into his wrist. He was pulled, teeth digging into his arm making him scream. One leg wrapped around, pinning his back and neck against the leg of the chair. He couldn't pull free even as agonizing pain began to burn deep into his chest. It was like he was getting stabbed from all angles with rugged blades. For five minutes he just wanted to die until the man pulled his teeth out, the pain slowly fading. "Don't think when I bite you again it will get easier and easier, it will be the complete opposite. Lets start with, where is the first piece and I'll let you hold little Solomon or better yet, I won't go right into his room and drain him!" hissed the man, his eyes snapping open. "At a grave-site..." he spat, the man pulling, almost ripping his arms free. "Be more specific," 

"Cordan's...wife's grave-site...that's all I swear," he said, the man releasing his arm. He slumped to the ground, cradling his arms close to him until he heard the door click open and Solomon was carried out by someone else with short black hair dressed in all black. The man plopped the infant on the ground and stepped out. Solomon crawled right to him. He pulled Solomon close into a hug, kissing him all over the face despite the pain that still lived in his arm. "I'm so sorry Solomon, I'm so sorry," he whispered leaning back, Solomon just looking around, fingers gripping his shirt. They stayed like that for a few hours until the man came back in. He turned away. Holding Solomon. "Give him over or I will tear him from you," growled the man. Harm turned black and then sharp with spikes. The man suddenly stuck something into his shoulders. It worked quick, almost paralyzing him but his body seemed to slump feeling numb all over. The man pulled Solomon from him, Solomon screaming and crying. He was numb for only 45 minutes before he slowly began to sit back up, trying not to cry though tears began to climb down the side of his face. He held himself close, pressing against the wall and listening to Solomon cry.