Verisimilitude

Tyler is smarter than you think

Mark felt light headed, like his brain was floating on fairy floss. However his body felt like it was being weight down by metal that seemed to flow through his veins. In the distance the vampire herd mumbling, words being spoken that he couldn't make out.

A small ringing felt in his head as his eyes opened. Bright light merged into his eyes and made him flinched down and away from the light.

" Mark, you're awake, I thought you sleep for another three years" a sarcastic voice spoke.

The vampire looked around, confused, the light saturating things beyond recognition. His eyes turned the brightness down and immediately in front of him laid blue.

Mark jumped when he realised that it was the blue eyes of the vampire that had attacked him. The red head briefly made notice of his throat, the slow healing wound that thirsted for food, for blood.

" Hello Mark" Felix chimed.

The vampire panicked as he realised that he was tired to a chair. Iron chains digging into his bare arms and wrapping around the metal chair. The man looked up to Felix with worry.
Mark opened his mouth to say something but found that the man had also severed his vocal chords, there was no hope to speak until he was given blood.

" I thought I might have cut your screaming chords, personally I was hoping I wouldn't".
Felix reached forward and placed his hands on the arms of his captive. It made Mark tense.
The Swedish man leant forward his lips almost brushing against Marks ear.
" I would have liked to hear you scream".

Mark made a face that one would when they saw another vomit. It sickened the older vampire when Felix seemed to enjoy the reaction he gave.

The Swedish man stood and swiftly moved out of the way of Marks vision. Revealing something at made them both surprised.

Marks stomach dropped at what was revealed.

Jack's metal table that almost always went un-used was now had a person tied to it.. Felix had lowered it much like a ambulance bed would be. It almost resembled a bed, if it were one for the dead.

Mark made a strangled gargle as he saw Jack bound and gaged to the metal bed. His arms tied at his sides and his feet restrained with rope. The Irishmen bit and yelled at the cloth gag around his mouth. He looked over at Mark with a panicked expression and tears running down his face.

" Jack, you're crying much like every other person you've brought down here!" Felix screamed.
" Don't be a little bitch".

Mark shook his head vigorously, he hadn't cried. He hadn't done anything of the sort. At least he didn't remember doing so.

Felix whipped back to Mark because he had made a sound. He made a child's pouting face to annoy Mark.

" Aw, is mute trying to say something?".

Mark was surprised when Felix punched him in the face. His head whipped to the side and he felt his head ring much like it would if he was human. Some more blood leaked from his neck wound, he could only loose so much until he went into a coma once more.

That was something he didn't want to do.

" Sorry! Bitches don't get to talk, if it was up to me I would cut this sluts" Felix paused to point to Jack who grunted behind him.
" Vocal chords out as well".