Solitude (Discontinued)

Chapter 20 - Wolf's Past

Lance was laying on his back staring up at the celling, listening to Terry try to pick the lock to his cell with the remains of his badge. They'd been free for a whole ten minutes before they were caught. They came so close but here they are locked in a small dungeon looking cell, with cold stone floors and not even a bed to lay down one. There was nothing in the room besides Lance and the dirty rags that he was meant to use as a blanket, and Lance himself of course.

"Ha, I got it," Terry cried and Lance heard a door squeaking open. Lance sat upright to look at Terry standing across the small hallway with the door to his cell wide open. "I told you I'd get it- OW!"

Terry shot backwards and was holding his hand, Lance wondered if he looked as shocked as he felt. "What the hell happened?" Lance asked getting to his feet and getting close to his cell door that had bars of silver, which was the only thing keeping him from tearing his way out. "What was that blue flash?"

"I don't-"

"Salt," came a voice from the cell next to Lance's. Lance recognized the voice as the werewolf Ken, who was helping Terry out before they met back up with each other. Ken's dirty and unshaven face appeared between some bars, his skin instantly started sizzling but he didn't seem to notice or care. "Verdicts in Terry. You're a witch, salt is to you what silver is to us-"

Ken shouted out and his face disappeared, he must've finally acknowledged the silver. Lance looked over to Terry who was wide eyed and Lance began digging through all of his memories. Mainly his lessons with Father Matthew and he remembered that salt does indeed repel witches, but he didn't know that it could actually hurt them. Lance's eyes went down to the floor and saw that there was salt strewn all around Terry's cell.

"Well, looks like Stark knows that you're not human either," Lance said and Terry's wide eyes looked to him, and Lance regretted saying that. Terry's thought he was human his entire life and now he has solid proof that he is indeed a Being. "Look Terry. I think there's a spell keeping you in there actually. I mean if you're a human than there's nothing really to ensure that you stay in there. Maybe Stark has a witch working for him and they cast a binding spell on your cell-"

"Lance it's fine," Terry said in a low voice, so low in fact that even Lance had to strain to hear it. "If I'm a witch I'll accept that...I just wanna get the hell outta here and get back to my family."

"Family?" Lance asked getting against the bars, and recoiling almost instantly. "Terry? Are you saying you have family, like wife and kids?"

"Well she's not my wife but-" Terry broke off and reached into his torn clothes and pulled out something red, it was a ring box and he was clutching it. "I was actually going to propose to her the night I met you- We had a date at Cicida restaurant. But than I met you and, well you know the rest of that."

"Terry I'm sorry I didn't-" Lance broke off as he heard a loud rukus in the stairwell.

Lance and Terry both looked over to the stairs and saw shadows moving slowly and raggedly down them. Lance heard Ken begin to rouse himself and within a moment his dirty face was peeking through the bars again his skin sizzling. Finally the shadows morphed into four figures, and they were dragging something down the stairs. Lance couldn't see what it was but it was putting up a hell of a fight.

Lance strained his eyes and saw that the figures were actually Raish vampires, and they were snarling and clicking in their unknown language. The figure they were wrestling with was massive and it was hooded with both of it's arms tied behind it's back, causing it's muscles to bulge out further than they already did. Lance saw tan skin and almost inhumanly broad shoulders, Lance heard the figures snarling and cursing at the Raish. Lance recognized the voice and a moment after he caught the scent of the figure.