Nephilim

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Kirstin's P.O.V.- Eight Days Later...

I fidget with the surprisingly soft blanket, sitting on the shockingly comfortable bed. Sebastian really went through a lot of trouble to make me, a prisoner, cozy here. Maybe he thinks it will make me compliant, or at least a little calmer. I tug my leg, purposefully causing the chain to go taut, keeping me focused. Find out as much as possible.

I hear the door open Softly, chatter feeling the room. He has some sort of partner. "Good morning, Kirstin. Did you sleep well?"

I glared at Sebastian, though I quickly recuperate, making my face go blank. Reflect Kirstin. I sigh, schooling my features into an almost sad expression, "I didn't sleep. Didn't even know it was morning."

A flash of an unrecognizable emotion flickers through his features. It vanishes as quickly as appears though, when he turns and exits the room, returning with a tray of food. Like actual food from a restaurant, the good stuff that makes your mouth water. What the actual hell? What is this? An attempt at bribery? Attempt to drug me? Both?

"That's quite a pity. It is beautiful outside today. The summer weather is treating us nicely. Maybe I'll take you around town sometime. I brought food, are you hungry?"

I shake my head carefully, painting on a wounded smile, forcing my voice into a melodic sound, soft and sweet, a way that catches guys like him every time. "No thank you. Am I... you said you've been watching me for months. Am I the only one you took?" I lean forward, letting it sound like I would be proud if I was.

"Of course you are. You are the only girl I needed. More are coming of course; your lover and your cousin. Don't worry, you are the one and only Princess I need." My lover? The only Princess he'll need? I force myself not to gag on the next words that leave my mouth attempting to sound happy with the idea, "The only Princess the King will ever need. I love it."

The blonde in front of her cocks his head to the side, a smirk appearing on his face, "No you don't. I may be different, but I am no fool, Princess. I have been watching you for months, I know that you can and will attempt to play me. I know how were taught how to get information by being the one under interrogation, to get inside my head by playing the part I want to see you as. Nobody changes their tune that quickly, Little One. Nice try, I almost fell for it."

She lets her face fall into a frown, her voice venomous, "I'm sorry you feel that way."His nostrils flare as he exhales, an anger filled movement, "You say you've been watching me for months. That means you've seen every nook and cranny. How does it feel to know that the girl you think can learn to appreciate and care for you wants to bang your nephew? That your own sister hates you? Did you get off on watching me in helpless positions? Me changing and never knowing you were there? Is that what kind of freak you are?"

Sebastian's cool front snaps, his fist slamming against the partition, "I would never do that! I wouldn't violate you like that. Not my Princess. You're innocent, kind, and you have saved yourself for the day you and Ryder will marry, taking the place as the rightful Royal court, BY MY SIDE. I would watch you guys, in the Institute. In your precious Bunker. The way you two interact is amazing. Every kiss leaves you two wanting more doesn't it? Every mirror I'd look through, every camera feed I see. You two are gorgeous. I always knew my sister would have beautiful offspring. I had hoped they would be mine, but Jace is a lovely second, don't you think?"

"Not the compound?" I ask meekly, trying to seem scared, tears streaming down my cheek. I should get an Oscar for this shit. Crying on command is hard.

"No. No never your compound. There is a Godly magic there, one of great power, that blocks anyone seeing through the thick ward. I couldn't watch through the mirrors and my colleagues couldn't get through the cameras. No, your precious Avenger secrets are safe. Shh, Princess don't cry. It'll be okay. You'll s-" The door is open, an indistinguishable male voice coming through the door. He straightens up, his anguished feature going stoic, "Yes, of course. I am done in here, yes. I will be more than willing to meet with him. Let's go." Without another word, he turns and leaves.

Telepathic link, activate. I think jokingly, debating over what I should say to Mason, planning carefully. I can't keep the link long. The runes on the walls track power levels. They'd notice it. Shit. Coded, definitely coded... you get one shot at this, make it good.

Jack's P.O.V.- Six Days later...

I play with Kirstin's stele, tears welling up as I attempt to track her for the hundredth time within the past two weeks. I've lost track of how many times I've actually done it, not that it matters because I still come up with nothing. Every. Single. Time. Why am I so useless? The past two times Kirstin's been taken, I've done nothing but pout and whine. I should do something. Anything. "Jack? Babe?"

I wipe away a few stray tears, blinking a few moments before turning to face Mason. He looked concerned, which made me feel slightly guilty. She was his best friend. I force a slight smile, though it only seems to make his concern grow. "Hey Mase. I was just," I sniffle slightly, twirling the stele in my hand so he could see it, "tracking her again." I turn back toward the wall, not wanting him to see me cry.

"Maybe you should take a break, Jack. It can't be good for you to constantly use your powers. You can't help her if you're worn so thin you can't think straight." He walks toward me, slowly but not in a way like he needs to be cautious, more giving me the time to push him away.

I let out a yell, throwing the stele across the room. It thumps against the wall, falling to the floor with a slight ting. I spin around, facing Mason, "I should be able to help her now! Be able to do something! Anything! All this power and the only thing I can do is wait. Wait and watch everybody I know and love pretend they are okay because I can't do anything!" Tears blur my vision as I yell, wishing I had something else to throw.

Mason takes a careful step forward putting his hand on my arm. I shove his hand away, only for it to move right back, his other hand placing itself on my other arm, "Listen to me. It's okay to be mad, sad... I almost went Dr. Seuss and said glad, but you should not be glad. I get it, I understand. You're upset Kirstin was taken from you again. I kind of think Kirstin has a habit of getting kidnapped, which is why everyone is acting like they are okay. They've handled it before, Kirstin has always come back, they aren't going to let this one be different, okay?"

"I'm not mad. I mean I am mad, I'm furious. But I'm just... I'm so..." Tears spring to my eyes as I try to explain what's going on.

"You're frustrated that you can't help. You're angry that you don't understand why you're so upset. Then, adding onto the Kirstin being kidnapped, this is still new for you. You're not used to kidn- Ah!" Mason cries out in pain, his knees giving out and hands flying to his head. I catch him, setting him in the chair in front of the desk.

"Mason! Are you okay? What-"Mason's hands fly out, snatching up a piece of paper and a pen, writing something down, "Mason!" He continues to ignore me, his writing quick and sloppy, his hand shaking as he writes. As soon as his hand comes to a stop, he takes three deep breaths and begins to rewrite what he wrote.

"Kirstin. She just contacted me. It hurt, it's never hurt before. Everything just reconnected at once. I could feel her there again but she's gone now. I don't... We need the others." I stare at him for a moment, watching as he finishes what he's writing. My eyes widen as I see the urgency in his features.

"Yeah. Yeah, let's go!"