Verisimilitude

Murder is over the line

Pale blood, urine and wet tears puddle on the grey metal floor of the basement. The liquid slowly trailed in branches to the drain, were it would never be seen again.

Mark sat,hunched over in his chair. The iron chains that wrapped around his torso and his arms, the only thing keeping him from collapsing to the floor. They torqued around his arms and across his chest, cutting off his circulation. 

Blood slowly dropped from the vampires mouth, he was motionless otherwise. Eyes closed tight and hands that were once balled into fists now seemed to still, they could be statues.

It was amazing that the vampire had enough blood to form bruises on his skin. If he hadn't, there wouldn't be patches of blue and black skin. They trailed from his shoulder down his arms, across his chest and down his shins. It seemed very human of him to bruise, but if you starve a vampire well enough, they're about as invincible as a cocky teenager.

No one knew what it was about human blood, but it fuels the fire into the supernatural creatures. As long as someone else's life force was pumping through their veins, war couldn't even scare them.

Shane's heavy footsteps took him to stare down at his prey. The bat he walked in with once again,strung over his shoulders. His eyes gave the almost comatose man a menacing look, a mixture of hate and craziness with a dash of dominance.

Felix watched, his butt still perched on the bench. His fingers stroked his beard as his mind sorta his thoughts.
He couldn't sort much. But he knew that he wouldn't let this get much further. He was all for revenge and a free meal every day of the week. But there was a line and Shane was about to cross it.

Over on the metal table, Jack had long passed out. He had screamed and thrashed so violently, that it made Shane mad. It only took a few seconds for the human to turn and swing the bat into his head, knocking him unconscious. The amount of blood that ran down the Irishmen's face was small, so there was no brain damage. But he'd wake up with one hell of a headache.

Originally, Shane had wanted Seàn to watch every painful second of Mark's torture. He wanted him to see and experience the same pain that Jack has made everyone else feel. He deserved to see Jack's tears as Marks life slipped away.

But Shane didn't need that anymore. Not that specifically-

" So we have two unconscious captives, that's no fun" Felix stated, interrupting the narration.

Shane smiled briefly at the man. Dropping the red drilling bat on the ground. It bounced and battered a loud noise as metal hit metal.

" What should we do now?" The Swedish man asked, hoping the answer would be 'go home'. The man was all for torture, but he needed to go home and recharge.

Shane's eyes moved to Mark again, list laced in them, but not of the sexual kind. His eyes demanded more bloodshed,from either Mark or Jack. He wanted to rip the guts out of one of them with his bare hands. He wanted to feel the blood and the pain rush through his body.
He needed it.
But not right now.

"We're going to leave them here" Shane spoke slowly.

Felix frowned, his hands gripping the edge of the bench so tight he felt he might break it. The man slipped off the counter, his shoes thundering on the floor as he landed. He took a few casual steps towards the human.

" No we're not" Felix said flatly.

Shane began to chuckle, a fake one at that. But it soon died when he realised that Felix kept his face serious, he wasn't joking.

" Why not?" Shane asked.

Felix strolled over to Mark. The battered, bleeding, dying vampire. He looked down to him with sad eyes, regret laying dormant in them.

Felix had to resist the urge to tell Shane that this was wrong. Even a vampire knew that torturing an innocent man was wrong. Mark hadn't done anything to Shane. He hadn't hurt his boyfriend and he hadn't hurt him. The supernatural creature felt sick to know that Shane was just hurting Mark to get to Jack.

" No" Felix said, his eyes still on Marks unconscious body.
" If we leave Mark here, without some blood, he'll die".

Shane shrugged, as if it was no big deal.
" He'll just go into a coma again, heard he can't die".

Felix turned to the human. The blonde vampire held hurt and remorse in his eyes. Something he had rarely, but watching hours of torture changed that.

His torture had been different with Jack. No matter what roles they played, it was always fair. It was always safe. There was always a safe word to say if something went wrong or someone was pushed over the edge. And that safe word was used frequently.
It hurt Felix much more then any blade Jack could cut into him to know that if Mark could speak, could say a word, that it wouldn't help.

Felix couldn't describe it. But there was a huge difference between 'real' torture and 'playful' torture. It was like comparing sex to rape. It's much less painful when there's consent.

" We don't know when he'll wake up. It could be in an hour, it could be in a year. When he does, he'll drink Jack dry".

Shane scoffed, he broke into a slow pace around the room. His hands rubbing together. The red head smiled, a smile that made Felix sick.

" Would that really be so bad?".

It happened in a flash.

Shane was thrown against the wall, his head hitting the concrete sheeted with metal. It would surely leave a migraine that would trump any hangover.

Felix held him by the collar of his shirt, almost ripping the material with his iron grip. Shane's face had gone from cocky and in charge to terrified and afraid in an instant.

" Listen here you Asshole" Felix spat in his face. " You need to get that stick out of your ass, you are not my boss. You are not stronger than me. I'm a vampire and you're a human, so if I say we're not leaving them here, we're not leaving them here!".

Felix roughly let go of the mans collar. Shane dropped to the floor, it had surprised him, he hadn't realised he had been lifted.

Shane straightened out his shirt. That was a side of Felix had had never seen before. It was scary, the glint in his eyes would never leave Shane mind.

Felix stepped back and pointed a finger at Mark.
" We're letting him go, which means we need to give him food".

Shane stayed in place, unwilling to move a step without knowing that its safe. The daunting truth that the man before him was in fact a vampire was starting to settle in. His eyes glanced to Jack, the only source of blood in the room.

" No, we're not using Jack" Felix spoke levelly.

Shane shook his head, knowing what the man was implying.
" I can barely bare to feed you, I won't-".

Felix cut the man off by storming the short distance towards him. His large heavy footsteps echoing throughout the room.

" You are, you asked me to help you in exchange for being my bitch for a while" Felix spat.
" So shut up and cut up".

Shane shook as a blade was placed in his hand. The Machete Felix would have found. He red head gulped, and nodded. Tears in his eyes.
He was under someone else's say once again.