Annabelle La'Crain - The Prophecy

Chapter 9 - The Art Of Torture

"So... Shall we get started?" Annabelle asked, no emotion present in her voice or on her face. Annabelle neared Delvid, moving the stake along his chest and arm, "So, tell me..." she began, moving her stake of his skin and holding it loosely in her hand, "Who do you take your orders from?" Delvid simply smiled at her, clearly amused. Unaffected by his reaction, Annabelle raised her stake and plunged it into his leg, Delvid growled a deep growl, and then Annabelle snapped the stake, leaving half of it behind, stuck in Delvid's leg. "Arghhhhh!" Delvid yelled in pain, scratching at the piece of wood in his leg, trying to get it out. "I'm sorry, say that again, I didn't hear that. Who is your leader?" Annabelle asked, leaning in, hand cupped around her ear, as if she was trying to hear him better. Delvid glared at Annabelle, panting in pain, "Go to hell!" He spat at her, trying to keep what little dignity he had left. "Wrong answer" She said, moving to the rusty old table and picking up another stake, "One more chance..." She said, and when he refused to answer, she plunged the other stake into his leg, breaking half of the stake off in that leg.

Delvid yelped in pain, "Ready to tell me a name?" Annabelle asked, again, Delvid refused, "You'll never get it out of me!" "Oh, I don't know, I have a whole load of tricks up my sleeve, torture techniques you've never even dreamed of. Keep in mind, I've been around for a long time, most of the vampires that to you are legend, learnt their tricks from me, although that was during a dark time in my life, one I don't usually reminisce about." Annabelle said, and for a moment, Delvid's confidence actually wavered, but he quickly recovered, and acted as though it had never happened. Annabelle turned away from Delvid and faced the rusty table, she looked over each of her daggers, carefully considering which dagger to use, and finally she decided. Annabelle reached out towards the dagger with the blood red stone, and lifted it off the table, holding the hilt of the dagger carefully. Annabelle turned to Delvid and said, "You see, like I mentioned before, I have been around for a long time, I was friends with the first witch in recorded history, but you see what history failed to mention is that she didn't just become a witch, but she discovered a book with spells and enchantments and that is what made her a witch and a prophet. And more than that, I was with her when the book was discovered, I was actually the one that discovered it, I gave her the book that made her a witch. But that wasn't the only thing in the cave, there were stones, five of them, these daggers, they represent each stone. You see, after touching each stone, they began to glow, and then they swirled around me, each of them seeming to be absorbed into my body, and that's what gives me my magic." Annabelle said, circling Delvid as she was explained this, she then stopped, coming to face Delvid.

Annabelle poised her blade above Delvid's arm, and then, looking Delvid in the eye, she sliced open his arm. Delvid grinned at her, "Was that supposed to hurt?" He was amused, but began to lose his smile when he realised that Annabelle wasn't even looking at him, she was looking at his arm, where she had cut him. Suddenly where he had been cut began to flicker and burn, "Arghhhhh!" Delvid screamed, thrashing about, struggling to leave the chair, but he couldn't get out the chair. Delvid was thrashing back and forth in his chair in pain, yelping and whimpering in pain. Annabelle then sliced his other arm, and before long, that arm was flickering and flaming.

"You see the thing is, that each of my blades have special powers, this one," Annabelle explained, admiring her dagger in her hand, "has the powers of fire, so if, for example, I cut you" Annabelle leaned towards Delvid, bringthe blade towards his skin, he shook his head, begging her not to, Annabelle brought it back form his skin, "then, when you get cut, the cut sends pain through your whole body, making you feel as though your very veins your very blood is on fire, but of course, the place that you were cut is where it hurts the most... So are you ready to talk?" Annabelle finished, brandishing her dagger threateningly. "Yes, yes, I'll talk, I'll tell you whatever you want to know, just don't cut me again, please" He begged, desperately. "Okay, good. So, who do you take your orders from?" Annabelle asked.

"My orders, um, I take them from Scar that's our leader." Delvid said, "Scar?" Annabelle asked, wondering why their leader didn't have a real name, "Yeah, well, you know how you're known as the hunter and we don't know your real name, well the only name we know Scar by is Scar, she's very secretive. But anyway, you'll find her at Silvene Castle, she's been staying there for a while, something to do with fulfilling a prophecy." "Prophecy? What Prophecy?" Annabelle asked, "I don't know, she didn't even trust me with that everything." He responded. "Oh well, I guess I'll just have to find out, thanks." Annabelle responded, before pulling a stake out of her boot and stabbing Delvid in the heart, "No!" Was the last thing he yelled, before he died.

"Well I guess we're going to Silvene Castle" Annabelle said, turning to the side, waiting for a response, before remembering that Harry was no longer there to respond. Annabelle's face hardened at the memory and she packed up her blades and left the cellar, one thing on her mind....

Revenge.