Kaylee and Damien (6th in werewolf series)

Chapter Eight

Rotan sat in the high backed wooden chair and watched his father pace back and forth, the sound of his boots echoing against the stone castle walls.

"Damien has tested the last of my patience." Victor growled . Rotan slid his knife along his palm, feeling himself grow hard as the pain coursed through his body and he licked the blood from his hand.

"I do not understand why you worry yourself about him. He is nothing." Rotan replied, his voice gruff with lust as he watched the droplets of his own blood splatter against the stone floor.

"Stop that!" Victor exclaimed as he smacked the knife out of his youngest sons hand and it clattered against the stone wall. Rotan wiped his bloody hand on his thin cotton shirt and glared up at his father.

"Do not be angry with me simply because you are afraid of Damien." Victor walked across the room and picked Rotan's knife up off the floor. He walked back over and slammed it down, driving the knife blade deep into wooden arm of the chair.

"I am not afraid of your brother. I fear no one and nothing."

"Except the angels that banned us to the castle." Rotan replied in a bored voice as he looked down at his already healed palm.

"I do not see you going against their orders." Victor hissed as he sat down in another chair about five feet away. Rotan smiled coldly as he yanked his knife blade out of the wood.

"I have everything I could ever need here. A plentiful supply of mortal women thanks to our sub slaves and I have you for intriguing conversation. There is no reason for me to leave." Victor shook his head.

"You fear the angels just as must as I do." he said as he tapped his long fingernails on the wooden arm of his chair.

"It is not the angels I fear, father, it is their boss."

"He fears us. That is why we are forbidden to leave this castle!" Victor exclaimed angrily as he slammed his fist on the arm of his chair.

"Yes. I am sure he shakes right out of his heavenly sandals every time he hears our names." Rotan replied dryly.

"Sarcasm? You are starting to be as bad as Damien."

"Tell that to the mortal woman I have chained and bleeding in the dungeon." Rotan replied and then he closed his eyes and threw his head back in ecstasy as he ran his knife blade down the length of his forearm. Victor shook his head at his youngest son. Rotan drew immense pleasure from causing pain, whether to someone else or to himself. It made him a very useful tool when it came to torturing someone for information but it also made it hard to have a conversation with the man.

"Damien will pay for turning his back on me." Victor promised as he stood and adjusted his long black coat around his legs. He looked at Rotan but his son was currently too busy enjoying his own pain to notice that he was leaving.

Victor strode from the room and up the stairs toward his bedroom. The problem with Damien was his mothers blood. She had been a good woman and her mortal blood gave Damien a conscience and true emotion. It gave him the ability to put others before his own pleasure.

Victor should have killed the abomination as soon as he had come out of his mothers womb but he had been so proud to finally have a son that he had not been able to. Then Damien had begun to show promise until one day he had snapped and refused to kill any more innocents. Victor had tried to kill the boy then but Damien had gained favor from the angels and they protected him. Victor and Rotan could torture him, they could bring him to within an inch of his life but when it came to killing him they could not do it. If they killed him they too would die. The angels had made that much clear the day Damien's power had turned white.