A figure, who, was wearing a black hooded cloak, was, quietly walking down a stone passageway, of, the castle; while, looking at, their handiwork of, the guards fast asleep, with, a smirk on their lips, because; they'd, placed a sleeping tonic, in, their wine, so, the hooded figure, could, do the job undisturbed. They, moved on, once, they had enough satisfaction, with, the result; not, wishing, to hang around any longer, than, what's needed. Walking towards, the second left, they, came upon the royal family portrait hallway; and, went up, towards, the third painting, of their late father. The figure, placed, a hand next to their, late father; whom, you'd, have thought, he, was a vampire: which, you, weren't wrong, because, they were descended, all, the way from: the very first vampire, to, walk the earth. COUNT DRACULA. With, his; pale white skin, and, grey eyes. No; don't, let, what happened, in the far-reaches of the past, get, to you. Especially, since, he'd gotten, some reliable info; probably. Only, one way, to, find out the truth; so, walking towards, the family's crest, on, a blank section of the wall. They, straightened; the hanging, crookedly to the left, family crest: depicting, a large vampire bat, hanging upside-down, with, its wings spread outwards; and, their family motto, in Latin: HOSTES CAVE! (ENEMIES, BEWARE!) Making a grinding sound, as, the castle's inner-wall mechanism, made, a doorframe-size gap in the wall, showing them; what, they, needed to see, in, the dark hole, that was blowing damp cold air, up, towards the main part of the castle: meaning, that, it would, be, sometime before; the warmth, would, seep back, into, the royal family's portrait hallway. The hooded figure, grabbed, the burning torch, that, had appeared; when, they, opened the secret passageway, to where, they, needed to be at in a few minutes. Walking quickly in, the fire, from, the burning torch, held high, above the cloaked hooded figure's head; casted shadows, that, was pull somewhat behind them, and upwards, on, both sides, of the closing secret entrance. They, walked down, the spiraling stone steps, making them, hear, the sounds of dripping water, from, above their head; the perfect, condition, to be, torturing the very important prisoners, about things, they, would, need to hear. There was, even, bones piled alongside the stone walls, from, those who have died; before, a few days, pass by, for, their classified prisoners: allowing, the rats, with, beady little black eyes, have, something to play with, amongst, their kind. The hooded figure, could, hear the sounds of, the cracking whip, against, a screaming person's back; a few doors down, in, the torture chamber: that, was, a double reinforced wooden door, to, their answer. Pushing open, the door with ease, the whip, dropped to their human henchman's side, before, they'd answer with the fraze; that, would, make them, glad, the person knew their place. "No one, but, the vampire price, is, allowed down here; that's, his, given orders to me." Their henchman, fully turned around, to see, the mistake they had currently made; once, they, saw the royal family's crest clasped around, their neck. "Sorry, m'liege; I didn't, realize, that it would have been, you, coming through the door, now." Isaac Dracula, dropped his hood, against, his back, to allow; both parties, to, get a clear look, while, he was, walking towards the torture chamber table. "No need, to, apologize for your temporary confusion; I was, only, coming here, to check on, the progress, of, your result on retracting information. Though, I'd, told you, I'd be gone, for, the day when; they'd, brought him in, for me, to, get the information myself."
Picking up, the prisoner's personal items, Isaac, looked at them both, with, one eyebrow raised; while, waiting a few seconds, for Zack, to, answer his silent question. "No, vampire prince; he, didn't, give up, the information he could know." Isaac, plunged the torture chamber's knife, that, he was holding in his hand, into, the table; right, next to, what, looked like an, expensive, photographer's camera. Barely, missing, the one object, he, wasn't even, trying to stab at. "There's, always, a way, to break a person; you, just, got to, know, what makes them tick. Badly. Here's the deal, you, tell me, what I need to know; and, then, I'll let you go, back, wherever you came from." Walking briskly, towards, the hanging prisoner's slumped body, Isaac, lifted up, his guest head, to get, a better look into his eyes; though, they, were hanging halfway shut, as he, asked, in the werewolf's ear quietly. "So, are you, going to talk?" The young werewolf, looked up, and, shook his head to the question; that, Isaac Dracula, had, asked silently, in the man's ear to see, what, he'd say, back to him. Isaac Dracula, reached upwards and undone, the cuffs, to, one of its many torture chamber devices, of interrogation; or persuasion. With, the help, of, Zach; Isaac, half carried, and, half drugged across the stone floor, the important prisoner, to, the next device of his for another round of, same, useless attempts, at information extraction. "I hope, you, have a good iron stomach; for what, I'm, about to do." Isaac, and Zach, placed the barely in his twenties, photographer's back, against, the wooden spinning wheel; before, locking his hands, and feet, in place to the upright planks. Before, signaling to, Zach, that he, could start with the process, of, spinning the upright wooden base; while, he, went to, the torture chamber table, once more, to, pick up, one of the daggers. Isaac, closed one eye, and held, the knife by the blade tip, inbetween, his right thumb and forefinger; as if, he, was about to, throw, the dagger at the informant. "My men, heard you speaking, to yourself; about, you knowing where, the stupid Guardian's Cave is; now, Zach, here: will spin the wheel, as, I throw, until, you've decided to, answer, the question." Isaac, nodded, his head, to, Zach once more; that, he, could officially start, spinning, the wheel. The young werewolf, closed his eyes; and laid his head, against, the red wood oakstone; before, feeling, the knife, sink a few inches into, the planks, of three and a half; leonardo di vinci'z creation, used, to tourtre human; and supernaturals' alike. "I don't know, where, this guardian cave's is; or, why, you're hunting; for it. you, just, broke; my company's camera; so, it's going to, come; out of, your banking account, too, fix it." Isaac, grabbed another, dagger, before; throwing the second one, and third, into the bloody frame; before, cursing leonard di vinci's creation. For, being, so stupid.
