"DAMN IT!"

The shout echoed from the underbelly of the asylum, accompanied by horrible, blood-curdling screams that could only mean a patient was dying in a most horrible way.

Enter Viktor, his sleeves soaked to the elbow with blood, muttering to himself bitterly: "Godforsaken supernaturals. How can I hope to learn anything from them if they keep bloody dying on me?" He saw Julias as he passed, marveling at one of the werewolves like she was the most amazing thing he had ever seen--foolish man. That sort of attitude would only get him killed.

Vittoria signed, thinking silently, well, maybe they wouldn't give out on you if you used some bloody painkillers once in a while... "Anything you need, dear cousin?" she asked, putting on her most disgusted, saccharine smile, already half knowing the answer.

"Yes, another victi--I mean, test subject," he leered. "I'm afraid this can't wait until the day is up, like I told you originally...ah, how about that one, the stupid animal over there in the hideous dress-like thing?" he indicated towards L'moqueur, who'd been idiotic enough to try and flirt with the guards on several occasions, who breezed through her life here as if she were still on the outside, ignoring the pain around her. He doubted she would even notice his knife in her, and decided to take it as a challenge to make her notice.

"She is not a stupid animal!" Vittoria tried to defend the prisoner. "And I don't see why this is absolutely ne--"

"Shut up, Vittoria, this is out of your hands," Viktor silenced her before calling over to the fallen aristocrat. "You! Come over here, uh...what's its name?" he asked Vittoria to the side.

"Her name is Caroline."

"Right then. Caroline."

Brooke heard Viktor talking and hugged herself, she was just praying to God that Viktor wouldn't call on her next, she had never had a visit to him and was hoping to keep it that way. She knew what happend, she didn't want to experience it. She just closed her eyes and hoped he'd just pretend she wasn't there. Take no notice. That would be good.

Don't notice... PLEASE don't notice me... Though, who cares I'll die faster! Brooke thought.

Ralph watches the one named Kevin walk away, obviously the experimental drug with in him had started to take effect. He has been fortunate enough not to be victim to any of the terrible drugs. Needles of all shapes had stuck him, what the surgeons injected must have been placebo because they seemed to have no effect on him. Except the time some cruel surgeon decided to inject him with acid getting a jolly, watching as Ralph’s body twitch and scrape at his skin trying to rid the invisible fire. Cringing at the memories he walks over to Brooke.
Said softly to the Vampire, “you sure think loudly, I can hear your thoughts a mile a way.”

Sits down cross-legged as he continues to talk to the vampire listening to her thoughts.

“I do not understand why you want to die but if you want to so badly why don’t you ask? I mean I am sure if you just ask one of the surgeons they would gladly cater to your wants.” Looking at the pathetic looking vampire, his piercing blue eye seems to look through her. “Maybe I can help you out instead, would you rather that happen? It will be one less vampire and a step closer to a greater goal of mine. But I also think of it as an act of mercy, would you rather die under the blade of a scalpel or my graceful hands and writings?”
He continues to look at the vampire being cautious just in case the vampire feels offended and still has a bit of fight in her.

Her ears pulled back, listening to him as he spoke. She let out a sigh and loewered her head saddend at the fact that her freedom was about to end. She leaned even closer and rested her forhead on the bars, much like a human would in despair at being locked in a cage. Her long padded hand grasped the bars and she wrapped her fingers around them. She could hear them comming, running as fast as they could to get to her. To stop her. To hurt her. To lock Legion back inside a terrified girl. The drug dosage would up higher and they would inject her to make Nemesis 'whole' again. Her voice was now in a whisper so only Hyde could hear her as they approached, crossbows at the ready.

" I promised Nemesis she wouldn't be alone anymore. She is the only person who can truely keep me caged. If you wish to see me again to speak with me like this once more, keep my promise to Nemesis...she will be more inclined to let me out if she had someone to talk to. I hope to see you again soon...Hyde. "

They approached her cage and a guard grabbed Hyde. She growled, her eyes glaring at each one, she hunkered her paws on the cement and her grip tightened around the bars. She pulled with little effort and the bars bent like toothpicks, her hand print left in the metal as she pulled them. The hole she made was big enough to lunge her head in. She grabbed one of the guards by the leg, her teeth sinking into his flesh like knives into butter and she pulled back into her cage, pulling the mans leg in with her and pressing his body against the bars. He was now in the way of the bolts and she kept her body close behind him. Thankfully they shoved her in this small cage so they didnt have much aim anywhere else but straight ahead.

The man was screaming bloody murder, his leg inside the cage with Legion, who was chewing on it as if it was a toy. She was quite amused, she had'nt had anything to chew on for quite some time. The other guards were trying to find a way around their friend to shoot the werewolf, not wanting to kill a fellow guard. She shook her head playfully, fully enjoying his cries of agony and he shook with her, his leg breaking under her jaw strength.

Eve saw as the suregon Victor got himself another victim and shook her head silently. This man that loved operating on vampire was evil pure and smiple. She hated him with a burning passion and couldn't understand why anybody even humans would respect him. She smiled as she heard someone scream it was defiently human they were probably being ripped in half. "Serves them right!" She whispered her voice low and gravly.

She looked around the cage and it was dirty and filthy. She needed to get out she walked out to the courtyard smiling as she smelt fresh air. She saw the humans gathering around the vampires and werwolfs as if they were a new toy. 'What is it with these humans fasination with us?' She thought and she could never understand it. She walked back into the dark cage and it felt a little better than it did outside she saw Vittoria and she bounced over to the female guard and smiled at her.

"Vittoria!" She called out

Caroline heard her name being called and ambled over, back into the cage, to answer the man who'd summoned her--Viktor. Now, any logical person, or vampire, for that matter, would know better than to face him, but Caroline was not a woman of logic.

"Oui, monsieur?" she said as she came up next to him. Seeing the hungry glint in his eyes, she anticipated what was coming--he'd cut her open, and she might not make it out alive.

But what was 'alive' but a preface to 'dead'? How could she even call herself alive anymore, being undead?

Figuring she'd never have the answers to the nonsensical questions her addled mind churned out, she decided to just face her fate and make the best of it. Who knows, it might not be so bad. "Need anything, Herr Doctor? What about you, Vittoria, ma cheri?"

For a fleeting second, she wished it would be Vittoria doing the dissecting instead: at least she was pretty.

Kevin continued his stroll around the courtyard, he went around it three times already keeping the scratches in the wall perfectly lined. The pain in his body from the drug was becoming tolerable until he heard the cries of some human that was probably being teared to shreds. That scream brought back the pain in his body from the drug but this time it was intense and he dropped down to the ground from the pain. He sat dow pressing his back to the wall and stared up to the sky as the pain grew; he was able to block out the pain by just staring at the sky. It was so calming that he was actually able to take a nap right there in the mmiddle of hell; in a few minutes a guard hit his head with the butt of his gun. Kevin growled a little but didn't retaliate since he knew better, looking up at the guard which was smiling he got.

"Time to get back to your cage" The soldier said as he looked up at Kevin which didn't like that he was sending him back into his cage. He complied to his order and walked slowly back to the cages while the guard had his gun pressed to his back. Kevin walked fully inside the cage turning back to the guard which slammed the cage door with a grin across his face. He took a few steps back then sat down against the wall like before but this time in the darkness. He looked around seeing this wasn't the cage he was in before, this one was darker and gloomy. He figured the soldier was probably doing this to get him angry but it would make him disapointed ; he couldn't see the sky.

He stretched his leg out on the ground staring at the courtyard while he sat in the cage with a few more vampires and werewolves like him. They were probably used to this but Kevin wasn't he needed his time in the courtyard, he needed his free time, but most of all he needed the sky. He didn't bother glancing at the other prisoners faces instead he just stared at the cement floor he sat there growing disturbed by the situation. He claw sink into the cement, he tried relaxing but his mind was grow worse.

"Yes, yes, you filthy bea--I mean, Madame L'moqueur. I'm going to need you to accompany me back to my...office," said Viktor, putting on a saccharine smile. Vittoria started to make protest, but Viktor shoved her facedown on the ground in front of everyone, and when she got back up again, she noticed Eve coming over and calling to her.

Distracted, Vittoria went to speak with Eve, perhaps offer her some comfort in this awful place. "What is it, Eve?" she asked, while Viktor opened the door for Caroline to get out to some gruesome fate or other.

[[So, Min, you can just tell me how much damage I'm allowed to inflict.]]

Deep into an asylum, a powerful vampire is being inprisoned...

Drake opened his eyes, he had just woken up and was laying on the floor. "Where am I?" asked himself. Drake got up and looked at his surroundings, Drake asked a werewolf who was imprisonend with him, "Where are the hell are we"?. The werewolf responded "We are in deep into an asylum, we are in the most worst chamber there is in this ungodly place". Drake then whispered to himself "Sebastian, you bastard, I will find you and when I do I am going to tear him to pieces!". Drake then punched the walls surrounding him, "I'm going to get out of here!". "You cant get out, we are imprisoned with a powerful material that is unbreakable" said the wolf.

Drake, weak from the attack Sebastian did to him, ignored him and kept punching, blood kept dripping from his wound, a normal vamire would drop to the floor from the attack, but Drake was no ordinary vampire, he was a king, and a very powerful one indeed. "I can regain my strength back with blood" Drake said with a smirk. Drake then started walking toward the werewolf "what are you doing?!...NO....NO!!!!!" he yelled. "This is going to be short and quick" said Drake with an evil grin. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHH!" the wolfs screams were so loud that even they could be heard from outside the asylum. "Now that I got my strength back its time to break out of here"........

Eve smiles at Vittoria broadly "Oh nothing I just wanted to talk to somebody in this dreadful place" She said shuddering slightly as she saw Caroline follow the suregon willing and just shook her head. Her brown eyes narrowed slightly as she began to wonder why this vamipress would go willing to her 'death'.

She looked around at the small cage and saw the werewolf Kevin and smiled. Unlike most vampires she didn't think of werewolves as lesser people. Yea they did kinda smell like wet dog but they were people just like everyone else. She turned her attention back to Vittoria waiting for the guard to say something.

((Post is a continuation occurring two days in the future; I know the readers want to know.))

The Family that Ralph had scared away two days before were now at a funeral, the mother had passed due to a punctured lung. The boy blamed himself and Ralph for the cause of the death; unfortunately for the boy his torture had just begun.

It was night now, the father and son eating there dinner silently. The pair finishes their meals the father sends the boy off to bed tucking him in. The boy gives a mild sob,
“I didn’t mean to hit her, I was scared.”

“Shh, I know Tommy that kid of a werewolf scared you I will make sure he is dealt with.”
Tommy felt a little at ease, that bastard of a werewolf showing him such gruesome images.

“I love you son,” the father said as he kissed his forehead.

Tommy slowly closing his eyes to go to sleep gives a soft ‘I love you’ back. During the night Tommy was greeted with the nightmarish images that Ralph had given him. His dream flashes about seeing Ralph, his father and his mutilated body. It was more of the same until the dream started over again but this time Tommy felt hungry, he was confused as he heard a growl not knowing where it was coming from. He approached his father, the look of fear directed at him. He could feel the ground against his paws? When did I get paws? He wonders to himself but is soon distracted by the sudden movement as he attacks his father.

The boy not knowing what was going on but he was biting and ripping his own father up, listening to his screams as he disembowels his on father. His struggles to stop himself proved to be fruitless effort. He could feel the warm crimson liquid cover his head, a pool of blood circling his father and himself. Tommy still hears his dad groaning from pain from the violent attack, he looks at his father’s face but something catches Tommy’s eyes. In the pool of blood his reflection shown that he was no longer Tommy but a wolf.
“No no this can’t be.” He says to himself, or so he thought.
“Yes it can, and is” A deep raspy voice is heard echoing within his head.
“Who are you, what is going on?”
“I am you Tommy; we are the new Tommy, a puppet to the moon.”
The disembodied voice does not reply as his body moves closer to his father’s head. The warm tongue of the wolf licks Tommy’s father’s neck. Locking eyes with the male below he says out loud. “Mmmm tasty.” Before ripping his fathers neck, Tommy awakens violently in his own bed.

The boy awakens to urgent knocks on the door; he rushes to get to the door and opens it. A guard greeted him, “Are you Tommy Vanstuben?” The boy answers rubbing his eyes, “Yes I am, and may I ask why?” The guard hesitates before answering, “There has been a tragic event, this morning during the 5 am hour your father was found dead in the forest.”

Kevin cocked his head towards Eve and his eyes were blood red he was already losing his mind from the secluded place they placed him in. He looked back to the floor grinding his teeth together staring at the floor with fierceness and tried holding back his insanity. He balled up his hands into fists and growled a little but the growls grew silent as he thought about his friends again. Thinking about them wasn't gonna keep him calm for very long if he didn't get his time in the courtyard over a long period of time.

"That's understandable. It's hard to come by a decent conversation here," Vittoria said, cracking a small smile. Indeed, she never got to talk to someone for long before Viktor dragged her out again and forced her to get him another patient, another scalpel, some tea and crumpets, or whatever else he happened to want. She was glad that she had people like Eve, who would talk to her and didn't hold her cousin's actions against her.

"So, Eve, is there anything in particular that's on your mind?" Vittoria asked, a little unsure of where to start. She couldn't even use talking about the weather for smalltalk in this place where she couldn't see the outside. At least, not when she wanted to keep her sadistic colleagues in check.

Legion was having a fantastic time ripping at the mans leg. His screaming stopped and he passed out from the pain, giving the guards a clear shot at the beast inside. She reacted violently and severed the mans leg from his hip and pulled, blood gushing eveywhrre, the leg in her mouth. They fired, all sixe of them and the bolts periced her skin. The leg dropped from her mouth and she stumbled backwards, pressing herself against the wall. She looked down and quickly pulled the bolts from her skin, thanking whatever being was watching over her that they were just bolts and not serrated. She held the last two in her hands as her giant body slid down the wall, leaving a shadow of blood as she sat. They opened her cage, but the silver had already taken effect, or else she would have ran through the open gate and killed them in the most brutal way she could think of. She held the bolts in her massive hands as one of them approached her. She was still quick on her reflexes and she jabbed the bolt through the mans temple before he could get within reach of her. The other guards had reloaded and one of them shouted to his left.

"VITTORIA! NEMESIS NEEDS HER MEDS!! NOW!!!"

Eve smiled at Vittoria "Yea it is but I don't know...but Vittoria I have always had a question for you why do you stay here with him" She said looking at the closed door of Victor's operating room. Her eyes narrowed at the steel door and she hissed low. "I mean you are so much better than him!" She said her brown eyes staring right into Vittoria's shinning with curosity. Her head snapped back as she heard Kevin growled she looked at him curousily. 'Why was he growling?' She thought but turned her attention to Vittoria wanting to know the answer to her question.

Caroline wrinkled her nose in distaste, catching Viktor's initial slip. "I'd be more careful talking to me if I were you," she said. They may have imprisoned her, but they could never get the aristocrat's superiority complex out of her--it was doubtful that even an operation could do that.

After that little reprimand, she slipped out of the cage and let him lead her to the operating room, her emaciated body pressed ever so slightly against his rigid one, both her arms wrapped around one of his like he was her paramour and not her tormentor--for Caroline, those things were often one and the same. "You know, you remind me of the good marquis," she told him, recalling a past affair. "I read all of his books, they were lovely. Chilling, but lovely. Do you read, Doctor?"

[[Edit: Sorry IH, didn't see your OOC note at first. Do your worst, just don't leave her permanently crippled or something.]]

Eve looked down at the werewolf and asked him something she knew it was rude to stop talking to someone to talk to someone else but she also knew Vittoria would understand. She knelt down in front of Kevin and looked at his crimson red eyes and gapsed "Kevin are you okay?" She asked a little worried usually werewolve's eyes weren't red what was wrong with Kevin.

Head lowering, first from apparent sadness, then with a purpose the one called Legion spoke to Julias, whispering just loud enough for his mortal mind to grasp.

" I promised Nemesis she wouldn't be alone anymore. She is the only person who can truely keep me caged. If you wish to see me again to speak with me like this once more, keep my promise to Nemesis...she will be more inclined to let me out if she had someone to talk to. I hope to see you again soon...Hyde. "

As if the weight of a hundred bodies now lay upon him her words sunk into Julias. As the footsteps drew ever nearer the realization slowly struck him; this was it, the end, of sorts. Despite their ever so brief meeting he felt as if he now lay before the grave of a treasured friend, if he had ever had such a thing. For in a way she would be evermore dead. He could never speak with her again, both from the constraints of her human mind, and the soon to be more vigilant care of the guards. He could never even look at her again, never give any sign that she held interest to him, for fear of drawing the attention of the other surgeons; as they would rip her to shreds in search of his secrets, if not just to spite him. She would have to be dead to him, or she would become such in flesh rather than just in spirit.

Caught in the tangles of his own mind Julias hardly noticed the beefy hands clutching his shoulders, or the ones dragging him away, or the ones pushing him back from the mighty creature before him. He didn’t see more guards rush past him to quell the wrath of Legion. He never heard the screams behind him as Legion took out her rage on the mortals before her. He didn’t remember passing Vittoria and asking her if she’d talk to Nemesis more often. He never saw the doors to his lab as he passed through them. Julias never remembered putting on his gloves, nor taking the first cut, or the second, or the third, or severing the heart of the bloodied vampire carcass before him. He didn’t remember any of it, all he saw, all he thought of, and all he could later remember was the werewolves. The werewolves in his head, hunting people, charging down the streets, howling to the moon, tearing apart their prey; his mind had finally found its new obsession, the new task, the new purpose for which he was to live his life for the time to come.

It could have been mere seconds, it could have been hours, but eventually the possessed surgeon broke the chokehold of his obsessed mind and took in the scene before him. Across his surgery table, if it ever really could have been called that, lay the decimated remains of a vampire. Blood lay everywhere, seemingly random bones and tissues lay sliced in half, tendons were strewn across the floor, and sitting in the middle of it all were the perfectly organized vital organs, capsuled and preserved as if during his most meticulous of moments. Still trying to recover his bearings Julias gathered all the “products” of his little trance and stowed them away, to be used at a later time. Scowling at the carnage before him Julias slammed open the doors to his workroom and grabbed the first two guards in sight, shoving them into the blooding chamber.

“Clean that up. And get me a new werewolf.”

Too shocked to argue the stunned pair took in the bloodbath before them.

Kevin hit his head hard against the wall behind him with enough force to break his skull but he seemed fine and showed no pain whatsoever. He looked into Eve's eyes but it seemed like he was seeing right through her but he was actually was losing himself. He reached his hand out without thinking as he kept his stare at Eve and his body was blocking out the drug. His arms and legs were no longer showing veins and was looking back to normal like before but they were.

Eve heard the crack as he hit his head against the bars and flinched slightly. She saw his hand reach out and she grabbed his hand. She was worried about Kevin he looked so sick and out of it. She tugged on his hand slightly "Kevin whats happening with you?" She asked her eyes searching his face. His body seemed to be going back to normal but she was still worried about him.