Why Vampires Sleep With The Lights On

Checkmate

Luckily, Ronnie had thick pieces of rope in the top drawer of his desk. What the fuck he had it in there for, I had no idea.

I probably didn't want to find out...

Luckily he chose not to stick around, but he did warn us that we would have to pay for any damage we caused.

Kian sat down on the heavy wooden chair that Victoria had managed to conjure up out of thin air and Michael made sure that the ropes were tight enough to stop any chance of Kaicius being able to escape.

"You okay?" I asked him as Michael finally finished with the ropes.

"Never better," Kian replied "Although I probably should have got a cushion or something, my ass is going numb already."

I couldn't help but smile. Even in our current situation, he was still able to crack a joke.

"Okay, I hope your ready for this," Victoria said as she studied her spellbook "It's going to be painful."

"More painful than having a freaking demon inside my head?" Kian asked, "Let's just get it done."

Victoria nodded and began to read from the spellbook.

"Seral Alana... Seran Viran... Jalan."

Kian began to shake in the chair, his feet stamping on the floor as he struggled against the restraints. His head fell back and his eyes rolled into the top of his head.

Shit... I had to keep calm. I clenched my fists and tried to keep my breathing steady.

"Seral Alana... Seran Viran... Kaicius."

Suddenly Kian stopped shaking. He brought his head back up but his usually blood-red eyes were jet black.
Kian was gone... Kaicius was back.

"Kaicius," Victoria said, "Hear us!"

"I hear you, bitch... sorry, witch." He smiled widely as his eyes locked onto mine "Alec, long time no see. Had enough of that idiot Kian then? I don't blame you..."

Oh no you fucking don't!

"Don't you fucking dare talk about Kian," I said cutting him off "You piece of shit."

Kaicius laughed then, and it was deep and full of malice.

"You do amuse me, little wolf," he said "I may decide not to skin you alive after all."

How bloody nice of him...

"You're going back to hell either way, Kaicius," Michael said softly "All we need from you is information."

"Michael?" Kaicius said looking over at him "Oh, I will enjoy ripping your feathers out one by one..."

"What do you know about The House Of The Apocalypse?" Michael asked.

"Well, those bastards didn't hold up their end of the bargain that's for sure," Kaicius snarled "When they released me they promised that I would be honoured as a god! But, all I got was the adoration of a bunch of stuffy, dry vampire priests. Running that Church was so fucking boring! I am so much better than that! I led the armies of hell into battle against the Heavenly Host for Christ's sake!"

"And now you're our prisoner." I said stopping his rant "So just tell us who released you. We know that Dorian Gray was involved, and there was a vampire too, right?"

"Perhaps," Kaicius replied.

"Cut the crap, Kaicius!" Michael said harshly "We know that a member of the Church is behind The House Of The Apocalypse, all we need from you is a name."