Hollow Immortal

Starving

Donovan stared through the bars of his prison. He had absolutely no idea where the hell he was. He was vaguely aware of Morwenna sobbing in the cell next to his, as he had been for the past two months. Or at least he thought it was two months, he couldn't say how long he'd been there. He'd started keeping a tally on the wall but he'd soon stopped when his hunger became overwhelming enough to distract him from everything he tried to do and to make it worse, everyday someone would come in and cut Morwenna. Poor girl was beside herself. She'd alternate between crying, sleeping, screaming and attempting to talk to him. Sadly, as much as be wanted to, he couldn't hold a decent conversation for very long. His hunger was making him very irritable. They were starving him and he didn't know why.

He heard footsteps coming down the passage. Footsteps he'd come to know well. With every slap of one of his polished dress shoes, the nameless vampire got closer. He still hadn't provided him with a name to call him by so Donovan had just taken to calling him whatever derogatory comment came to mind first.

The footsteps stopped outside Morwenna's cell then he heard the door being opened, a slight whimper from Morwenna's lips then the familiar smell of her blood wafted up his nose. It had changed, the scent of her blood. It had gone from a, somewhat, citrusy scent to something faint and kind of musty. He assumed that it was the smell of hopelessness.

Then his own cell was opened and he stepped inside. Somehow, the straight-razor blade reflected light - from where, he didn't know - just enough for him to see the blood on it. The razor was offered to him but he just looked up to glare at the vampire.
Nameless shrugged, "Suit yourself, I suppose it is getting a little stale. One can only keep a human so long."

He leaned forward and wiped it clean on Donovan's shirt. Donovan looked up at him and tried to think of something he hadn't called him yet, nothing came so he settled for one of his favourites.

"What do you want, you piece of crap?" he asked.

Nameless's lips turned up in a smile, "Do we really have to go through this again?"

Donovan shrugged, "I was referring to what you want now, but I suppose you could run it by me again."

"What part do you have in Caine's plan?" he asked for the hundredth time.

Donovan rolled his eyes, "How the hell should I know? Did you ever think he just turned me because he felt sorry for me?"

"Caine doesn't do things because he feels sorry for people," Nameless hissed, "I have been keeping track of him for the past few hundred years. He does not turn people arbitrarily, and every person he has turned has had some part in whatever plan He has cooked up in his head. I want to know what it is and where you fit in."

Donovan frowned. He'd heard the question a thousand times by this point but he had never known that Nameless was so obsessed with Caine.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said.

"Oh?" Nameless said, cocking his head a little, "Then you won't mind if I ask His Lordship to do what he's been wanting to do?"

Donovan squinted, and was about to ask what the crazy bastard meant, when he heard a blood curdling scream from the cell next door.

"Don't you bloody touch her!" Donovan shouted, "I'll kill you!"

Nameless folded his arms, "And just how do you figure you're going to get that right? You're the one in chains, silver chains. You're weak, you're hungry. Just tell me what I want to know and I'll let you both go."

"If you need information from me, why are you hurting her?" Donovan asked, trying to mask the desperation in his voice.

"Because I can't hurt you, Donovan," he answered, "not like I can hurt her."

"You're a bastard!" Donovan shouted.

Nameless shrugged, "Nothing I'm not used to. Are you ready to talk now, Fledgling?"

"I don't know what he wants with me!" Donovan exclaimed, "You're the obsessed weirdo here, not me!"

"Obsessed weirdo?" Nameless tapped his chin, "Now that's a new one. Alexander!"

"What?" the lord's voice came from the other side of the wall.

"Leave her," Nameless ordered, "they clearly don't know anything about Caine. It's time we make preparations to find someone who does."

Lord Alexander shut Morwenna's cell and slithered into Donovan's, "You think we'll find someone who will talk willingly?"

"Of course not," Nameless replied, "but I'm sure I can persuade them. Get our prisoners ready for transportation. It looks like we're going to have to infiltrate the castle sooner than expected."

"They know us there," said Alexander.

This peaked Donovan's interest because that meant Nameless was part of the Draculesti coven. Or, at least, he had been at some point.

"That's why Samuel will go in," said Nameless, "you will find he's quite good at imitating the dead."

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Good afternoon,

Yes, for a change I'm writing in the afternoon. I've also realised that most of the chapters of this series were written while making use of various leg orientated pieces of gym equipment.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter and the last one, I noticed I forgot to put a note in there. As always, thank you for reading and please leave a comment (I'm dying for feedback) or vote if you enjoyed it.

Many thanks,
Raine.