A Little Less Sixteen Candles... Continued

Pete's Bloodlust Grows

Without needing to say a word, Beckett invaded Brendon's thoughts and ordered him to enter the cell. As he pushed the door open once more, much of his anger dissipated as he saw Pete, locked in the sturdy cage, shackled to the wall and plainly scared. He didn't know what Beckett had said or done, but it had knocked the fight out of him and it was more than enough to draw a satisfied smile from his lips.

"What's the matter, Wentz?" he smirked. "You don't look your usual over-confident self. Master William, have you been frightening our guest?"

Beckett sneered, happy to let Brendon enjoy a few minutes of pleasure at Pete's expense.

"I'm afraid that's exactly what I've done, but I'm going to rely on you to calm him."
"Calm him?" Brendon's doubts flooded back at the suggestion, but they didn't last long.

Raising a remote control device, Beckett silently pressed a button. Pete glanced urgently over his shoulder as he felt a tug on the chains around his wrists and ankles. Slowly but surely, each of the chains were being reeled in; inch by inch, until finally Pete was held firmly against the wall. No amount of pulling or struggling made any difference. It felt bad enough that he was locked up and chained, but this new development brought him whole new degrees of fear. Unable to move, he was helpless against whatever they had planned and the expressions on their faces told him that he wasn't going to like it.

"Brendon," Beckett began, his eyes not moving from Pete as he spoke. "We will be feeding our guest soon, but he doesn't seem to have much of an appetite."

Pete's eyes widened at the words and the grimace and pain etched on his face displayed the level of effort with which he now tried to struggle free of the chains. Beckett shook his head and waited, eventually laughing smoothly as Pete finally gave in to exhaustion. Glistening with sweat and gasping for breath, the young vampire, turned hunter, gazed with a mixture of hate and fear at his captors. They were in no hurry, and were more than happy to wait for Pete to realise that they were completely in control.

"There is no escape for you this time, Peter," Beckett gloated. "You should accept that, it'll be much easier for you that way."

Pete's expression became a mixture of dread and concern as, at the press of another button, the door to his side of the cell slid back allowing Beckett and Brendon to enter.

"Now Brendon, I'm sure our guest would like to make room for his meal, don't you think?"

Brendon's smirk grew wide, displaying his long, razor sharp fangs. Moving closer to his chained prey, Brendon reached up and seized a handful of Pete's hair, before pulling his head to one side, exposing his neck. All the while, Pete fixed him with a defiant glare.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Brendon hissed with a broad grin demonstrating his delight and eagerness to cause Pete any pain he could.
"Not too much, Brendon," Beckett warned. "We want our guest hungry, not dead."
"Yes, Master," Brendon replied automatically but barely registering the words.

His eyes had already glazed in his desire to make Pete suffer. Leaning in, Brendon delighted in the huff of pain that Pete released as his fangs pieced Pete's pale skin. Instead of allowing the blood to flow naturally into his mouth, Brendon sucked on the vein, deepening the wounds and intensifying Pete's anguish. Beneath him, Pete writhed with agony, unable to pull away but refusing him the satisfaction of a cry or scream. To Brendon's delight, Beckett said nothing and merely looked on with an approving smile. If there was one thing upon which Beckett could rely with his enthusiastic Second, it was cruelty.

"Enough," Beckett interrupted as Pete's knees began to sag.

Brendon wanted more; he wanted to suck out every last drop of his rival's blood, but he didn't dare disobey Beckett again. Licking the last remnants of blood from his lips, Brendon pulled back and watched with a satisfied smirk as Pete slumped, held upright only by the chains. Stepping forward, Beckett pulled Pete's head back and couldn't help but smile as his eyes rolled in their sockets. Signalling to Brendon to follow him, Beckett left the cell and watched as the door slid shut behind him and his aide. Pressing a third button on the remote, Beckett and Brendon watched almost impassively, as the manacles around Pete's wrists and ankles clicked open and Pete slipped silently to the floor.