Monday April 6, 2009
Who: Jason and Wolfgang When: Around the witching hour (So super early Monday morning) Where: Mal's house, the spare bedroom and Jason's own mind What: The Sire lashes out
Wolf easily climbed into Jason's mind this time, he had a direct line by now. The boy was dreaming about nothing in particular and Wolf immediately changed it to suit himself. Jason was deep inside the caves Wolf called home, surrounded by the other vampires in his den. "Hello, Jason." He said as he had chains slowly wrap around the man's limbs.
Jason had finally started to breathe easy, being in the hellhound's house. It still put him on edge about to be around a vampire slayer of sorts, but they didn't set each other off as much as they thought would happen. Mostly because Jason still had a pulse.
Finally, he managed to get to sleep, curled up with Cassie and nuzzled into her warmth. Slowly, the warmth disappeared, replaced by cold stone and chains. This wasn't what he'd had in mind. He frowned in confusion and growled, jerking against the metal when Wolf came into sight.
"Evening Jason." Wolf said as he walked past him and settled in a large chair in front of the blonde. "Are you trying to hide from me by staying in the doggie's house?" He asked quietly as he started flipping a dagger from point to hilt and back again. "Your mommy tried to find people to protect her...it didn't work out so well for her...think it will for you pretty boy?" He asked with a smile as the chains tightened on the young man.
Jason growled again. "I don't have a mother." He stopped pulling on the chains, slipping his hands behind his back to quietly start slipping his wrists free. "It was worth a shot. All I've gotta do is give a good enough description and a scent and he'll be on your tail," he bluffed.
"Now now Jason it's not nice to be a little liar, didn't your mommy teach you better than that...oh no she didn't, left you like an unwanted puppy she did." He got out of the chair and walked closer to Jason and laughed softly. "See now you're lying again. I hate it when my children lie to me." He reached out and slashed Jason's cheek with the silver dagger.
Jason didn't cry out, though he hissed a breath through his nose, turning his head from the silver that burned. "I'm not lying. Can't be a lie to say I have no mother when the woman who birthed me is dead." Catching his breath and ignoring the pain, he faced Wolf again, still slowly working on his wrists. "And just how do you know if I'm lying about the hound? He kills vamps for sport."
"I was there when you were born, well not in the room but I watched that mid wife cut you out of her...I could show you sometime, I think its a memory you need to have." He walked away and leaned against the chair. "He can't find me without my actual scent pretty boy and you aren't smelling it."
"I repeat: It can't be a lie to say I have no mother when the woman who birthed me is dead." Jason managed to work one wrist free and he held onto the chain to keep it from suddenly going slack as he worked on the other. He could feel the raw abrasions from where the chain scraped skin, but at least he wasn't outright bleeding.
Wolf watched Jason as he squirmed, probably trying to get the chains off he assumed. He licked the blood off the knife and then sat gracefully in the chair again. "Honestly Jason I've given you so much time to come around to my way of thinking, I just have to assume that you aren't taking me seriously." With a flick of his hand the chains suddenly turned to silver. "i don't want to hurt you little one but I will if it's the only way to get my point across."
Shit! That wasn't at all expected and Jason dropped the chain that he held, leaning forward with a silent scream. The chains held his bare wrist and bare feet. He panted, trying to work through the pain. "Fuck. You," he gasped.
Wolf licked his lips and watched as Jason tried to work through the pain. "Oh no I don't think so." He snarled and flicked his wrist and Jason was now chained with silver, naked on a bed deep underground. "In my game I fuck you pretty boy." He said with a growl and came closer to him. "Now listen to me Jason, I want you here, I want you doing what I say, I'm fucking tired of waiting. If you don't do everything to may satisfaction I will slip into anyone who might even slightly matter to you and slice their brain to ribbons and use their worst memories against them...all because you won't do as you are told."
Jason didn't care about being naked. Hell, he was that way to shift every full, and sometimes more often than that. "If you wanted me that badly, you'd come find me yourself, not send a slut I don't care about to do it. And not cower in my dreams to try and scare me into it." Jason told boldly, but he was fucking freaked out. Wolf was a night terror personified, but still the dhampir tried to convince himself that was all it was. A night terror.
Wolf looked at him for a moment and then reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist and looked into his eyes while he snapped it back hard, breaking the bones. "You do not insult your mother that way. " He said with a growl and then took his knife and slid it along the boy's thigh, opening it up. "Jason I grow very tired of your attitude...you will leave me no choice but to spend some time with Cassie...obviously hurting you just isn't enough." He sighed as he reached out and grabbed Jason's shoulder, shoving it back to dislocate it and to break his collarbone. "How many more bones pretty until you say yes to me? Or do I need to start on Cassie...remove some of that lovely skin?"
Jason cried out at his broken wrist, feeling the silver press against the injured area, the slice in his thigh with the silver blade and then the shoulder and collar bone all make his vision blur, stars appearing at the edges. He panted, his beast wanting to shift to protect him since two legs wasn't helping, but the silver prevented it. "Can't say...yes," he whispered. "Until I know....what I'm...denying."
Wolf took a cool cloth and ran it over Jason's face, wiping the sweat from him fighting the pain. "I want you to be my eyes, my ears, my hands during the day. I want you to be everything you were born to be, but for me instead of that unforgiving pack of yours." He stroked Jason's hair and then smiled. "I want you to take care of our den, protect your siblings."
Shit, shit shit shit. Jason could barely think through the pain and likely that was just what Wolf wanted. He could only think of two options at this point and neither did he like. He could say no, in which case he was sure Wolf would make good on his bluff to attack Cassie. Even if he was a dream, it was too damned risky. Or he could submit to the demands of a terrorist. "I don't...I dunno," he gasped quietly, all the while desperately racking his brain for another solution.
Wolf wasn't all that surprised by that answer. He started to flip the knife again and looked at him. "there is only yes or no pretty one..." He said softly as he dipped the silver blade into the cut on Jason's thigh and left it there. "I will have to look up what really hurts a little demon...I assume anything holy...which is problematic but I'm sure I can work it out." He dragged the silver blade through the slice and then looked at Jason and took one of his fingers and started bending it back out of boredom more than anything.
Jason clenched his jaw in a silent scream, tears leaking from his lids at the silver in his veins. Hell, he didn't even care that Wolf was about to break another bone. When it finally broke, he arched up, digging the blade further into his thigh...
Mal had been asleep, shifted in the fire place and at the first moans, he started to shift back to human, not wanting to freak out Cassie's boyfriend. When he was finally on two feet, he heard the cries of pain and ran through the house. Already he could smell the blood and traces of silver. Cassie was awake and worried, her attempts to wake him having obviously failed, so it was left to Mal to wake him up. Malakai grabbed the pitcher of water left on the bed and tossed it on Jason, waking him. The dhampir groaned and whimpered on the bed. "Stay with him. I'm calling a healer," he instructed the demon.