𝕸𝖘. 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘 (𝕻𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑𝖊 - 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 1)

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊 (23)

Remington's restricted form shuddered, painful gasps leaving sewn shut lips, body aching with pain from the nightshade gas that had suddenly swarmed their cell mere moments before and shocked him awake. Every gasping breath leaving his lungs burned, fangs digging deep into his bottom lip as he clenched his teeth through the pain of both the nightshade stitches keeping his mouth shut and the toxic gas filling his lungs and coursing through his veins. As much as this hurt, as much as he wanted it to stop, he couldn't get his promised out of his mind. Her pain was nearly overwhelming his, so great that he was seeing her situation through her eyes instead of his own.

They were forcing her to take souls again, much to the vampires immense anger, except everything in Remington screamed that what they were having her do was taking it too far. Advanced healing from injections be damned, Elizabeth was still human. She couldnt keep doing this nonstop, with very little, very short breaks in between. They're going to kill her.

Then, he felt it. It started off as a deeply unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. Not an ache exactly but he knew something was wrong. Very wrong. No, no. Please don't be what Remington thinks it is.

"Andy, Andy!" In his desperation, Remington tries to call out to their demon, mind already beginning to go to waste, but the stitches muffle and burn.

Then, it was a small sting in his chest. Slowly, slowly, slowly building up scale till it felt as if his entire being was on fire. Remington can't tell where her pain ends and his begins, the sensation becoming all he knows, all he is, all he will ever be.

He'd been feeling some of her pain before this, but this... this was different. Letting out a muffled scream through the stitches on his mouth as the pain became too much, Remington could literally feel his soul being ripped into tiny little pieces, chipping off with every passing second.

Something's wrong. Something is very, very wrong.

'Andy? Andy, are you there?' Remington tries again, in his head this time, desperate, so desperate to hear from at least one of his lovers.

He hadn't been saying anything as of late. The Doctor had given Remington something thr day previous, it messed with his connection to his demon, burning the bridge of their bond into ash. Falling over from his sitting position, Remington takes in heavy gasps as the pain slowly grows ever stronger, screaming out his pain. The pain. Remington wanted the pain to stop. Everything hurt. Every inch of him was burning, he was on fire. He must be on fire. No, Remington had been lit on fire once, many years ago... This hurt worse. So much worse. He'd never felt anything like this before in his six hundred or so years of life.

'Yfel canne âtýdran dôð gîem belûcan. (I can make the pain stop.)'

That's not Andy. Remington wishes it was with an urgency so clear it strikes through him and leaves tears in its wake.

Another muffled scream rips from his throat as tears leak down the side of his face.

Elizabeth. Something is wrong with Elizabeth. He needs to find her. He needs to find her. Find her, find her, find her-

'Gieldan me æhtspêd ðêana yfel mæðelcwideweddian hearra. (Give me control and I will go to her.)'

The words, using his own voice, are sweet, as he easily understands the old English that his dark side speaks in. Alluring. Tempting. Remington wants to give in. He only wants to find his promised. Something is wrong, he needs to find her. He needs to get to her before it's too late.

Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. Everything is all wrong.

A stronger burst of pain than any before rips through him, and if Remington could see his own soul he knows it would be nearly shredded. His head aches with an intense migraine, thoughts starting to become jumbled, unclear, pointless.