After Time [Twilight Fan Fiction]

35. Mercy

35. Mercy

Canada

January 2011

The Major

My boots echoed on the stairs on purpose enticing a shiver of fear from our captive. Garrett seemed to follow my lead as he came down the stairs behind me. Everything I felt upstairs drains from my system in order to do this. The pain and fear of my vulnerable mate upstairs drifts away. The last thing I ever expected was for that bitch Maria to still be living. Yet it made perfect sense because most vampires in the southern wars would take the hint and leave others alone. They didn't want the chaos the Volturi brought, but Maria was the kind of vampire that sought more power and being on the side of the Volturi would give her that.

Garrett opened the door leading to what was meant as a gun room. Our captive, Maria's now top hand vampire, Victor, sat against the wall. His head had been reconnected, but his arms were torn off, venom leaking to the floor, and his legs were torn from the knees. He was moaning from the pain of his limbs being removed. One look at Garrett and he gave me a toothy grin.

Good, that meant his limbs were still in tact but far away. Couldn't exactly have them reconnecting if they got too close.

Dropping my gaze on Victor, I squatted down to my knees. Victor's dark black hair was greasy and in his face. He looked worse for ware than the last time I had seen him centuries ago. When the compound had been destroyed, I didn't take the time to seek out Maria or Victor, I just left in a hurry as fast as I could. Victor, on the other hand, I always knew was devoted to Maria almost obsessively. She used that to her advantage at every turn. His brown skin glistened from both venom and his pale skin.

My fingers slipped underneath his chin dragging his dark eyes to meet mine. Good, he was thirsty which meant he was easily manipulated. Maria knew that starving vampires were more feral during the war, but most of all they'd do her dirty work for the promise of more blood. Victor was one of Maria's most prized vampires which meant he got more blood than most in the army. He wasn't accustomed, at least when I was present, to long periods of no blood.

When his eyes connected with my golden ones they widened.

"Good, you know who I am," I said lowly, letting my voice turn to steel. I dropped my fingers as he continued to stare at me. "Hello, Victor. Long time, no see." I gave him a wicked smirk, folding my arms over my chest. "You've been a bad boy, Victor. Didn't Maria always get onto you about that. Half surprised that bitch sent you up here. You never were good at surveillance before."

Victor suddenly snarled and I laughed. Garrett stood behind me, arms folded over his chest. He was glaring at Victor and I could feel his hatred for the vampire at my feet. That was one good thing about Garrett, his loyalty was unquestioned to Peter. He was completely devoted to my mates and in turn myself.

"Y-you w-were su-posed to be dead!" He growled through fits of pain. I knew first hand the pain of having limbs disconnected for so long. He'd had them removed, including his head for over twenty four hours. Garrett reconnected his head a while after his shower, but his limbs were causing the true pain. The line around his neck was barely noticeable now, but I'm pretty sure Maria could still see it after all this time.

I reached down, jamming my hand into his leaking shoulder. He immediately screamed, his voice loud enough to startle a gathering of birds outside.

"You knew I wasn't dead. Maria wouldn't have sent you otherwise!" I snarled at him. Bringing my hand away, his venom drips from my hand to the floor. The smell and feeling of his venom on my hand makes me glare.