Succumb (ON HOLD) (Being edited)

Chapter 3

       
PS: Robert at top

"You smell different."  I started, torn from my thoughts.  I'd been trying to get into mental contact with Cam, but with distance, as well as my weakness, it was very difficult.  I could feel him trying to do the same, but he was tired, too.  And miserable.  I could feel his emotions gathering in my chest, inevitably making me feel the same, and I had the uncontrollable urge to break through the cage and hold my brother forever in my arms.

The werewolf climbed to his knees, staring through the bars of his cage.  One cage separated us, but he was close enough that I could discern the curiosity in his eyes.  He wore clean clothes, which relieved me.  My brother and I had been in the forest for hours, and if I ever changed form, I would be glad to get a shower and clean clothes.

"Name's Robert," he continued, his water eyes never leaving mine.  I gave a snort of amusement, which hurt like hell.

His lips pulled up, and I noticed that he had a very cute crooked tooth, augmenting his charming smile.  I wished I had the strength to change.  Robert looked like a good escape buddy to have around.

The one-sided conversation didn't seem to bother him.  "You hurt?"

I growled softly to give him an answer and he chuckled.  "Yeah, obviously.  But you'll heal faster if you shift.  Though it's odd that you're not healing already..."  Thoughtful, his gaze broke  away to stare at the black linoleum.

"When's the last time you ate?  You look in good enough condition, but you seem dehydrated."

I wanted to roll my eyes.  Instead, I jumped when he suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs.  "We need some food and water here, please!  Don't fucking care what time it is!"

I hadn't been paying much attention to the other prisoner, who was sleeping on his cot in one of the cages opposite us.  Directly in front of mine.

He jumped up as if he'd heard a gunshot and he looked about wildly, crouched defensively.  He made a low guttural sound, not quite a growl but chilling nonetheless, since the look in his eye wasn't completely sane.

"Shut the fuck up, vamp.  I'm not in the mood for one of your fucked up moods!"

Vampire.  The worst news for me.

The vampire fell silent long enough to glare at the werewolf.  "I see your situation hasn't changed one bit.  Still waiting for your verdict?  Pretty pathetic to be caught by your own kind.  I..."

He trailed off when he became fully awake.  He took a deep breath, immediately scenting my blood in the air.  "Holy fuck."

He turned around so slowly that I could make out every movement in his body.  He visibly shivered, his pale skin beginning to glisten with sweat.  His almost black eyes took on a feverish glint, going wide as his gaze found my limp form in the cage.  His chest heaved dramatically as he tried to breathe in as much of my scent as he could.  Hungry eyes zeroed in on me, lingering on all my wounds.

I decided at that moment that I didn't want to be on the ground when the world ended, so with a rush of adrenaline, I limped to my feet, giving a mighty grunt.

The vampire gave a hoarse shout as he gripped his cage's bars, shaking them until the whole cage rattled.

"Holy fuck!" The vampire shouted, the words distorted.  "I can't believe it.  What are you?  You smell so good!  Fuck, get me out of this thing!"

He looked truly mad, and suddenly I was glad that I was in a cage.  If the vampire hadn't broken through his before, he wouldn't now, so I was supposedly safe...