As You Wish, Princess

The Cavalry Is Required

(TW: TORTURE AND ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR)

Sânge: 

I went back to where my father was staying in Hungry. He hated being this close to Romania, and had chosen to make camp as far from the Romanian border as possible. I went inside and saw him looking very unhappy. 

" Are you alright, fiica mea?" (my daughter)

" I'm not ok! They took Lex captive and are bringing him back to Rome to 'pay for his crimes', as Maxwell put's it!" 

" What is Iscariot charging him with?" 

" Fraternization and treason." 

" His sentence will be torture and death, as is common practice by the church. I can't allow him to die." 

" Wait, you're going to help me? Why? You hate him." 

" Yes, that is true, but, he is bound to you, and to feel your Mate die is a horrendous pain you should never have to feel. I will help you get him back, if only for your sanity and safety." 

" Tata, thank you!" 

I hugged him, and in a rare show of affection, he simply pet my hair. He wasn't one for physical affection, but he did care and he did show it in moments like these. 

" What about Sir?" 

" Master has already been made aware and is currently talking with the Queen about having him placed under Hellsing for a sanctuary situation, meaning he can't leave Hellsing grounds, and he's not allowed to go on missions of any kind. He will essentially be under house arrest for his safety until the Queen can work things out with Maxwell and the Pope. If things go properly, then he should be transferred with the understanding of he is extradited and excommunicated, meaning he can never go back to Rome or ever be around Iscariot sensitive items ever again. He couldn't even be Master's security for Iscariot meetings."

 " And if things go wrong?" 

" Then it is out of everyone's hands. He will die."

I shuttered at the thought, and Tata held me closer, almost like he was trying to shield me. 

" I will do what I can to prevent this, just be braced for the absolute worst." 

Father then used his shadows to bring us home, where I went to my room and waited.

Anderson: 

I woke up to a cold damp cell, my hands shackled behind me, my feet were free for movement. I stood up and moved around the dark room, the door was five paces to the north, and I couldn't reach the other walls, meaning that I was not in a normal cell. The door opened and the light from outside temporarily blinded me. In stepped Maxwell, in a white surgeons uniform with a butchers apron, teal medical gloves on his hands.  

" Glad to see you're awake, heathen. Now, let's begin on your punishment, shall we?" 

I remained silent, then a light filled the cell, and it was bright, like surgical room bright. I noticed it was a white painted cement room with a table full of different equipment. Some looked painful, and the rest looked lethal, but, then again, my vision was blurry. 

" Since you don't have your glasses, you will be forced to wear these prescription goggles. They were made to be able to withstand anything in the form of damage, as well as be made from a fiber that can't be cut or broken from use and wear. I am going to make you feel immense pain for what you've done. I will not stop until you are dead, and I want you to see how I'm going to properly." 

" My Mate will find me, and when she does, hell better understand the wrath she can bring." 

" Your 'Mate' can't use your black magic bond to find you thanks to the sigils written into the walls of the room. We used white paint to draw them, as to make sure they are invisible to the human eye. This room has seen more blood than the average battlefield, and now, it's going to see yours." 

The slight giggle in his voice was terrifying. His violet eyes were no different than Thorn's or Alucard's when they were hunting and fighting. He wanted blood, and violence, and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. I went to stand, only to have Maxwell grab a rod-looking item and slammed it into my knees, shattering them. I could feel them healing as I fell to the floor on my ass. I gritted my teeth, not giving him the satisfaction of a yelp of pain. I saw him move closer, and strap the goggles to my head. I could see, better than my glasses ever could've provided, to be quite frank. I had no blurring, it was hawk sight all around. I could even see the small amount of detail in the cement from across the room. This was the sight I had been promised and was denied. I had the same vision as a Damphyr. I loved this, and yet, it was ruined when I could finally see the tools Maxwell was going to use to make me suffer greatly. 

" Let's see what this little trinket does, shall we?" 

He picked up a drill tipped looking screwdriver, and used its tip to tear a line down my chest, ripping my shirt and skin, the burn was something I had never felt. It was worse than I could've imagined. 

" Oh, by the way, all of these are silver or blessed steel, so they will hurt a bit more than you'd expect." 

" I'm immune to all of that, dumbass." 

" You were, until some rather unsavory individuals used some foul methods to curse you. You want to be a Mate to a heathen and act in an ungodly way, then ungodly and heathen natured you will be." 

" What do you mean?! What did you do to me, you bastards?!"

" Take a look for yourself, you blind spawn."

He showed me my reflection, and my eyes were no longer the blue I knew, but entirely blacked out, my iris was red like Thorn's. I was a demon, the lowest of low a human could go. Vampires still showed and expressed human emotion, as did wolves, but demons were almost incapable of anything but base carnal desires. I could never truly feel love again, only things that acted like love. I could never feel human, for I was made inhuman. A roar left my mouth, the monster like teeth just nailed home how fucked I was, the eye teeth very much like every human-esque monster of the night. I saw my tears fall, small rivers of black trickled down my now inhuman pale face, the dark circles under my eyes making me look so hollow and cruel. I frantically look to the rest of my exposed skin to find that, it too was like my face, my nails were black, and claw shaped. I looked like a possessed corpse. 

" You see, this is what happens to those who stray from God. You failed, and now, you are going to feel his wrath." 

A burning slice from a blade seeped into my chest, and I roared in pain. 

' Thorn, if you can hear me, help me!'