Dawn of Vengeance

Chapter 11 - Sending a Message

Lance's POV:

"Okay Lance," Sister Mary said tightening the straps that were holding him down to the metal table within the basement of the Church. She'd been treating him for the past two hours for this bite that he'd gotten when he'd fought with the Strigoi back at the harbour. It hadn't been too bad, the worst part about it was that he had to lay naked on a cold metal table with only a light cloth to cover his area. "This is going to burn, but try not to move too much or else it'll just get worse."

"Yes ma'am." Lance said taking a deep breath in an effort to try and relax his body before she did what ever it was she was about to do.

He closed his eyes after he realized that he wasn't going to be able to relax himself knowing that he was about to be burn by something. Just go to your happy place, he tried telling himself trying his best not to feel lame for talking about his "happy place." God I'm such a lame ass- Lance let out a cry of pain as he felt an indescribable amount of pain shoot through neck and through out his body. He began to tug on the restraints on his wrists and ankles throwing his body up as high as the body strap would allow him to.

"Lance try not to struggle it'll only make it worse." Sister Mary said doing her best to hold Lance's head and shoulders down with little success. "Lance don't make me have to put you out."

Lance let out a huff as he balled his hands up into fists cracking his knuckles at the same time. He squeezed them as hard as he could without even realized that he was partly beginning to change. The change wasn't that far along however that he had no control over himself, it did however force his claws to come out and dig into his palms drawing blood. In his mouth Lance felt the ache of his canines coming out. Thankfully he was strapped down, because had he not have been he could very well be trying to hurt Sister Mary right now.

Not like he really wanted to, it's just that his anger did get the best of him at times. And adding pain to the mix didn't help matters either. It didn't matter though, Lance had to endure this if he wanted to be able to leave the church again. Mary had officially put him under quarantine until she was sure that the infection was gone.

Still straining so as not to lash out at his mentor, Lance tried to focus on other things such as school and how he and Jake were going to be graduating this year. Or at least they will be if they don't get whisked away after this so called trial is over. He hoped not, in all honesty Lance had no real intention of ever leaving Jake, or at least not as long as he could help it. Even now that he maybe, just maybe had found some among his own kind that he could possibly live with, he doubt that he'd ever choose them over Jake.

At the same time however, was he really willing to pass up the chance to learn how to better control his other half? Maria had told him that one's wolf half was much more wild when they refused to live among their own kind. So far Lance didn't have any trouble of that kind but the way Maria talked it sounded as if he'd inevitably lose himself should he continue to live without a pack. But couldn't Jake, Father Matthew, and Sister Mary be considered a pack, he wondered as he slowly opened his eyes and suddenly found himself being unbound from the thick leather straps that were holding him down.

"You can get up now Lance," Sister Mary said as she undid the final strap that was holding down his legs. "You did surprisingly well, for a second it looked like you might've changed. What were you thinking about to calm yourself down?"

"Um- Actually I was thinking about Jake," Lance confessed as he sat up and looked at the tray to his right. There on top of the tray sat a few surgical tools as well as several bloody wipes, several of which had a bit of black foul smelling liquid on them. Must be the venom that Sister Mary had spoken of. "And you too...and Father Matthew, and- Sister Mary do you think it's reasonable for me to think of you three as a pack?"