The Runaway Maverick

Chapter 12 -Mine

Levi's prov:

I was so sick and tired of that bastards bullshit.

I'd been putting up with Cato since he was 6. Yet here we are 201 years later and I still wasn't rid of him. As the ungrateful s**t that he is, he decided he was too good for Adam and I and soon left. He couldn't get away quick enough.

I was glad to see him go.

Sadly throughout that time he returned, continuously fluctuating in between being with us and running away without an iota of care for anyone else but himself. I had lost count of the amount of times I had caught Adam staring out the window, waiting.

Waiting for him to come "home".

Cato knew how his behavior impacted Adam and he used it to his full advantage. Every time he had done something or wanted something he would just turn up knowing my older brother would sought it all out. Sure he was an orphan who had a troubled past but he was 207 years old now. It was quite literally history by this point.

He should be able to take care of himself. However my wanker of a sibling seems oblivious to this and insists on giving into Cato's every whim since he's "Family".

I was done allowing the same pattern to repeat itself over and over and over again. He would no longer get what he wanted when he wanted it. And for once I was going to take what I wanted.

Side stepping another one of his pitiful attacks, I found myself unable to resist the temptation to look at her any longer. I didn't know her name, I didn't know her age; I didn't know where she had come from but in that single moment I had saw Cato holding her hand, I just lost it.

Although I lacked the ability to read minds like my brother, I could somehow feel her thoughts. I couldn't make sense of the vibrations but they were there.

I decided. He couldn't have her. Not this one.

This girl, who he had so possessively held, exuded the most alluring; exquisite aroma.

Watching her from my window I could already feel the thrum of her blood pulsating in her veins under the cream of her skin. Not once in my 600 years had I ever been so immediately consumed with such a greedy desire.

Surprisingly I found myself not just yearning for her blood but also wanting her. No, I needed her. Even if I never got to taste her soul, her plump lips would be enough. But that doesn't mean that I don't crave more because I certainly did. It was like a conflagration scorching my insides.

Why had Lucifer already forsaken me? Such throws of passion to be so implicitly real when we had never even met. To wish for her, as If she was all mine. An instantly love smitten vampire. How comical was that?

The devil had definitely played a hand in this irony.

Abruptly I was brought back to reality by agony. f**k, I should have been paying attention! Despite his enraged state Cato had taken advantage of my distracted mind and managed to claw a clump of flesh from my side with frightening speed.

The pain was more intense than I had anticipated. Clenching my teeth together I knew I had to get him to an open area.

I decided I didn't want my angel to see this. To have to witness me or even him in such a "mess". Believe me I'm no coward, I just don't want her innocence to stolen by Cato's death. I wanted to do that myself.

Therefore there was only one thing to do: Run.

Heading deep into the markets we continued battling all the way to the centre, it was the largest spacious place that was nearby. We were both exceedingly relentless in our assault's on one and another, so much so that we didn't notice the disappearance of the public.Nor did we recognize the silence encompassing us.

Its him or me. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Repeating this to myself pushed far beyond my limits.

Crack.

I had broken his nose for fifth time.

Snap.

He had broke my arm again.

"Die already" I snarled.

"Your going to be staying in that coffin this time" Eaton's words rung with confidence but someone was going to be surly disappointed. It wasn't going to be me.

Sudden and sharp the world began to spin.

Fuck.

Whats the hell is going on? Why is my vision going black? Glancing down to my leg a light ache stung to reveal a small dart in my calf.

"f**k"

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Jessie's prov:

As my drowsiness began to fade, an irritated growl roused me further from my deep slumber. Something was tightly constricting my wrists... I only wanted to rub the sleep from my eyes.

"Wake up b***h"

Opening my eyes, my vision still blurry, I was taken aback by a stacked, grizzly beast of a 60 year old man brandishing a whip in front of me. As I assessed the situation I was in my gaze widened at the sight of the argent silver spikes which protruded from the leather bound cane.

Oh God please no!

Glancing around the at where I was, an uneasy sense of peril soon started to swell in my gut. Where was I? I was in a dungeon and my arms were chained raised over my head.

The stone walls of my cell crawled with decades worth of grime and filth. A curdled mixture of blood, feces and other bodily fluids. I was inevitably going to be tortured and my prosecutor didn't look like the type to listen to what he couldn't believe.

I was f****d.

"Oi w***e, keep your eyes at my feet" the gruff man, who I did not know the name of, threatened. Automatically, out of fear, I did as I was told. At least for now I would be submissive until I somehow discovered a way to escape.

If that was even possible...

"That's it, good girl." he perversely purred at my obedience. I could practically taste his twisted lust in the thick air. In disgust a shiver dragged down my spine. My impression of Mr Pervert was permanently cemented as a vulgar living creature devoid of humanity.

"Now why don't you tell me what you were plotting to do with the blood-sucker and rouge?" he venomously spat inching his face ever closer to mine. Unfortunately even my confusion couldn't distract me from the putrid stench of his breathe.

"Hm? Well?"

Wait. What? I hadn't been "plotting" anything! Shaggy the grey pervy brute had already decided that I was guilty. The only issue for him now was just how involved I was. Blinking furiously my eyes instinctively shot upwards to meet his in protest but just as I went to reply he punched me.

A robust heavy blow came into contact with the gash from earlier. My own screams echoed in my ears as my wound reopened. Stinging tears sprung fourth in rapid streams as fresh red oozed from my injury.

"Didn't I tell you to keep you gaze to my feet you f*****g scumbag harlot!" He swung his leg into my defenseless stomach.

I Immediately averted my eyes directly back to the fetid sludge on the floor. Soon I, myself, would be contributing to the rancid muck.

Biting into my lip till it bled served as a futile attempt at holding back my cries. I was determined to refuse him further satisfaction from my suffering.

"f**k you" I spluttered, my stomach already bruising.

"A tough one eh?" His bemused tone seeped sinister intent and hidden notions. Although I couldn't see his feel a sickening grin stretch his face.

"We're gonna be having some great fun girly" Mister Nonce stated as he stepped backwards from my hanging; hunched frame. No matter how many names I gave him in my head, nothing seemed to purge his intimidating image.

I knew without a shadow of a doubt from that moment on that I had already failed Fa. That I had been the one to dishonor my villages sacrifice. To waste all their lives because I didn't want to be alone?

Whoever had captured me now had the revered stone. Just because it didn't appear to be the handiwork of the demons who destroyed my village didn't make it any less surreal. The only hope I had was my captors were either ignorant or oblivious or both.

Crack!

The bare skin across my stomach tore into meaty chucks as the metal spikes of the whip shredded my flesh. Shrieking, I felt the burning surge of agony scar my abdomen vibrating throughout my body.

Corrupting the silence of my whimpers, a maniacal cackle permeated the tension.

"Don't give up just yet little w***e, we've barely begun"

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My undergarments hung heavy dripping from the weight of my own clotted blood down onto the tiles of the cell floor.

Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat.

The rhythmic noise echoed the emptiness of my chamber as my oppressor had taken a "break". With my dignity long gone and stripped away from me along with my many layers of clothing, I was exposed in just my underwear.

Almost every inch of exposed skin was grated raw with bruises of charcoal blue, shallow green and yellowing red.

My back had became a wall of pulverized meat and torn muscle. Thick congealed black blood stuck dead flesh to whatever was still somehow intact and living. I was now just a rainbow of of tattered flesh, plasma clumps and tender skin.

Pain had become a constant state of being and yet I still had no definite proof as to where I was.

The only logical answer I could conjure up was the castles torture chambers. Ironic isn't it? I was most likely being kept as a prisoner in the very building I had previously gawked at with wonder.

Clueless of the how long I had been detained for all I had to go on was the darkening light. Don't get me wrong the dungeon was dimly lit prier but I was pretty sure it had gotten darker.

Either that or I had lost the plot.

How was I not dead yet? I had told him truth as to whether or not he believed me was up to him. In all honesty I don't want to die in a cesspit of my own and others stagnant vital fluids.

Just as I had begun pondering my own death, my tormentor thudded to the rusted metal bars that separated us. Carfule not to catch his eye I hastily, yet again, averted my own as he turned the key in the lock.

"Still alive are we?" I nodded weakly as sleep crept at the edges of my mind.

"After losing all that blood? Blimey you really were a tough nut" he sighed. "You've only made it worse for yourself" The harsh, aggressive voice I had become so accoustmed to now mirrored that of pity.

What did he mean? What would be frightening enough to terrify a f*****g torturer?

And I soon got my answer as Mr Pervy straightened his cloak and posture by the gate door upon the sudden sound of slow, powerful steps. f**k. Who was coming? How could this be any worse?

I knew I was jinxing myself but trepidation so far had overrun my wittering mind in anticipation.

Thud, Thud, Thud. Each stride reverberated through the atmosphere fragmenting my concentration as I listened intently. Was it just me or was this one long decent?

'Control your breathing Jess! Calm. Stay calm.' I uttered to myself en-devouring to ignore the strangely familiar butterflies in my gut.

Where had I felt this before? I couldn't quite pinpoint where such a feeling have previously occurred.

The more I attempted to disregard the fluttering hot shivers, the more they intensified. Occasional aches groaned in my wrists as the strain of my weight slowly numbed my hands while they hung dead above my shoulders. It served as a useless distraction as my skin set alight further with stunted itching.

Clink.

I held my breathe.

A deafening thunderous roar resounded from towards the cells entrance.

"Mine!"

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Hey guys this chapter took so much work but was definitely worth it. What do you think? Personally I really wanted to progress the story and write a longer chapter. On average my chapters are normally over 1000 words but this one is over 2000.