William Clarkson's Story

Will's eye's shot open as a high pitched shriek hit his sensitive ear's and he jumped out of his cot and held his hands over his ear's. He had heard many scream's before but this one was different. It was new.

"Hey wolf-boy breakfast" a guard snapped at Will through the bar's of his cell and opened the door, the rusty hinges squeaked and groaned in protest. Food? Finally! They hadn't fed them all for a few day's now, all the guards and scientist's seemed to point their attention towards something else.......or someone else.
"Its William" Will growled at the guard as he exited his cell, so many cell's right beside him yet he barely ever talks to anyone. Will watched as all the other guards opened the other prisoner's cages and yanked them out, leading them to the dining hall. Will's guard opened the door and the scent of steamed horse hooves and over creamed corn entered his nose and Will cringed at the disgusting smell. Everyone was seated and handed a tray of food and Will looked at his.....just looked.....holding his nose....glaring at it.

"Eat" his guard ordered and shoved the spoon into Will's hand.
"Fuck...." Will muttered a curse and plunged his fork into his food and lifted it, a chuck of horse meat hang from it.
Gross

Suddenly the door burst's open, being ripped off its hinges and hitting some guards. Will looked up and his and every other gun readied their gun's and the person stepped into the light.

A girl????

A girl with blonde hair to which had some sort of crazy robot armour and.....ARM!

"FIRE!" someone shouted and gun fired echoed in the hall. After everyone ran out of ammo, Will watched in shock. She's unharmed.....after all that! The girl's eyes flashed red.

"Threat detected, engage defenses" a feminine robot voice came from her and in an instant she was beside a guard and she hit him with her robot arm. Will couldnt even see her move, it was like she was teleporting but only demon's can teleport. Yet she wasnt hurting any of the supernatural`s just the guards.

Are we not a threat to her

As soon as the shriek echoed through the unhallowed halls, Viktor's skin began to tingle. His hands, covered in scars, quivered in anticipation. Scientists shortly were brought to his cell, surrounding it. Just in time for breakfast, this time they kept the door shut tightly. Viktor glared at the scientists as they prepped some sort of straight jacket for him to wear. His claws clinked against the cage door.
"Knock it off," A Scientist threatened. Viktor narrowed his eyes at him, and continued clinking his claw tips against the silver cage, each time doing so accompanied by sizzling and plumes of smoke from his claw.
"Knock it off," the Scientist repeated. Through the bars, the Scientists grabbed him with silver-lined restrainers; an extra form of torment for his VIP status. As they got close enough to attempt to put on the straight jacket, however, gun shots echoed from the direction of the cafeteria. It was all the distraction Viktor needed.
Horrid screams from his cell rang out, along with sounds of dull explosions and the crackle of fire. The Vampire tossed a charred Scientist corpse to the side, his smile widening.
"This will be interesting..." Viktor laughed menacingly, stepping out of the cell and walking calmly towards the cafeteria. Once there, he quickly spotted the new life-form. His eyes widened in delight. Now that has to be a thing of beauty. Commendable work, humans. Too bad. He crossed his arms in wait for the Scientist reinforcements.

(Kill Count: 5)

The sound of scratching on the wall fill the silent room. A figure sat on the cot cross legged and hunched over. He was using a fingernail to etch a diagonal line through through four vertical lines. This pattern was etched all over the walls of the cell. Each line represented a day that the figure on the cot had been trapped in the House of Hearts. Today marked one hundred and fifty years exactly.

An ear splitting shriek filled the silence. It was so sudden and unexpected that it caused the figure to fall off his cot as he covered his ears in pain. Having enhanced senses had downfalls sometimes, and this was one of those time. As he stood up, a migraine headache coming on, he noticed something about the shriek that just killed his ears. "I haven't heard that voice before."

Then another sound could be heard. It was the stomping of boots. Guards were approaching. The figure stood in the center of his cell, it was quite a bleak and dull room, and waited until the guards arrived. One looked at him as if trying to figure out if the figure was up to something. The same guard spoke to him as he opened the cell door. "Today's your lucky day. You're getting fed, mutt."

This elicited a low growl from the figures throat. Muldoon hated being called a mutt. His movement was swift and the guard caught off guard. Muldoon launched himself at the guard as soon as the door swung open, slamming full force into the human. They went crashing into the wall, the annoying man knocked unconscious. The rest of the guards grabbed him and restrained him against the bars of his cell, calling for the silver chain restraints designed for him. The werewolf was fitted with silver cuffs around his wrists, ankles, and neck, all connected by a thick silver chain. He hated this contraption, it burned like hell.

Next he was led to the cafeteria and forced into a seat at a table with the other supernatural prisoners of this house. A tray of food was placed in front of him. Nearly gagging on the smell of the food alone, he turned away in disgust. The guard behind him thwacked him in the back of the head with the butt of his gun. "Eat!" The man yelled at him. Muldoon growled his response. "Fuck you."

Then all hell broke loose. The doors to the cafeteria ripped away, hitting some guards and rendering them unconscious. The rest of the guards aimed their guns at blond girl that had stepped into the room. This girl had robotic arm and some unusual armor. The humans fired their weapons at her. He took the opportunity this distraction provided and tackled the guard behind him. Silver chains wrapped around the guard's throat, cutting off his air supply. Then the rest of the guards were dead. The girl's doing. Muldoon looked around in surprise.

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Cassandra turned to the demon, bringing her knees up under her chin as she sat on the bed. She knew she had to be mindful of her thoughts around him, that he could read her like a book. The nephilim wouldn't readily admit it to anyone, but she'd grown accustomed to Lazarus's unexpected visits over the span of three years. His witty retorts, his sarcasm, his snide remarks whenever she'd dream about Heaven—as if he'd expected something different from a former guardian angel. With those bright red eyes peering at her through the night, she silently requested he step forward. When he did, she feigned disgust. His ability to read her thoughts wasn't desired but it was comforting. He was able to interact with her without her even saying a word, which she often preferred. Where he'd been getting his clothes, she'd never know. The demon stood in front of her, hands shoved nonchalantly in the pockets of his dark, distressed denim jeans. His hair was tousled wildly as if he'd spent the majority of his absence sleeping. He looked just like her Dmitri except his eyes. Those deep, blood red irises were something she'd never become accustomed to seeing. She'd never seen Dmitri look at someone the way Lazarus looks at her.

"Don't get sentimental on me, Cas." the demon discouraged, cocking a brow with a sardonic half smile gracing his lips.

She sneered at him, "What do you want, Lazarus?"

"World peace, mostly." The demon shrugged, sauntering up to the wall beside her cot, leaning up against it. The moon shone in, shrouding him in the shadows once more, giving his already sinister presence a little more intrigue. He flashed a smirk before looking at her directly, "I should let you know that I haven't eaten in a while."

Cassandra knew where this was going. 'No.'

Lazarus furrowed his brow at her thought, "Why not?"

'Because the last time I let you feed off me I ended up sleeping for a week'

The demon scoffed, "After your night terrors kept you awake for nearly two. Face it, Cas, I'm an asset. Whether you're ready to admit it or not, I've helped you more than all of your little winged angel buddies combined."

Cassandra hated to admitted that he was right. Luckily she never had to do it out loud. Before Lazarus could scold or deride, a loud shriek tore through the halls. Cassandra doubled over and fell at her side, clutching her hands at her ears as the Siren's call threatened to deafen her. Lazarus appeared at the door as the hallway lights flooded through the window in the door. He smirked as he leered through the impact-proof glass. "That's alright Angel Wings, I'll just have a little snack."

Or at least that's what she thought he said. Knowing Lazarus, she probably heard correctly. Cassandra watched as the door of her 'cell' burst open, two orderlies with protective suits and extendable batons in their hands came in. Lazarus had vanished, leaving Cassandra alone with the portly men who approached her in the small room. They took up the expanse of it, preventing her escape. One of them looked down on her in lust-filled greed.

"Come along Miss Novak, it's time for breakfast." the perverted orderly chuckled, patting the baton into the palm of his chubby hand. Cassandra looked around for her demon frantically. These men, the way they looked at her—the way their eyes filled with malicious intent. She was terrified beyond belief, desperately calling out for Lazarus in her mind, knowing he could hear. The orderlies lingered closer until one of them stopped. Cassandra's eyes widened when she saw Lazarus grab the orderly tightly by the arm, his eyes dangerous and threatening. He palmed the orderly's face and they were forced to watch as Lazarus consumed the man's soul right there in front of them. The orderly gave a strangled cry, the dark tangled mass of his ethereal essence seeping out like smoke, inhaled by the demon who held him within his firm grasp.

The other orderly starred in terror, his face white and blotched with sweat. "What the Hell!?" He breathed. Lazarus took one last, satisfied gulp of air. Inhaling with a grunt as a gruesome smile graced his lips. Those demonic eyes found the man, laced with amused hunger.

Lazarus gave a sinister chuckle, "That's a nice compliment, really...but no. You'll see that soon enough."

He lurched at the man, knocking him to the ground. Lazarus held the man down, gripping his head and yanking it to the side. The orderly chocked on his sobs and cries as the demon sunk his fangs into his throat. Cassandra watched, traumatized and glued to her spot on the bed. Lazarus drank the man dry, standing up when he was finished to casually wipe the blood from his chin. Cassandra watched as he languidly lapped it off the flesh of his own wrist. She breathed his name.

"Lazarus-..."

"Don't fret, my dear." Lazarus told her, turning to her with a quick smile. He bent down, grabbing up each orderly and flinging them over his shoulders. "I'll throw these boys somewhere the others won't find them. As for you, I'd get to the dining hall before they suspect something's up. I won't be too far behind."

Cassandra watched him vanish, bodies in tow, before she slowly clambered off the bed and out the door. Her steps were quiet and hesitant, making her way through the drab corridors to the large cafeteria. What she came across when she arrived nearly made bile rise up in her throat. Dead bodies were strewn all over the place, some ripped open, others with gaping bullet or lazer wounds in various parts of their body. She scanned the room, her attention passing by each one of her trapped companions—supernatural beings just like her with no way out. They fought against the scientists and orderlies that struggled to keep them in their place. It was an all out rebellion, a chance taken at just the right opportune moment. That's when she saw her. The android. Cassandra gasped audibly, her eyes engrossed in the white-haired maiden with a cyborg limb. Her robotic voice sent chills down her spine. In all her years of life she'd never seen anything like it. She sensed something supernatural about this technological specimen, something not right.

Suddenly, a hand grasped her forearm and pulled her into a corner. She began to flail, fighting back as much as she could before the mysterious stranger grasped the back of her head, shoving her face into their chest. She recognized the scent right away. That cinnamon odor masking an underlying husky scent that was all man, with just a hint of brimstone and ash. It was her demon. She peered through the curtain of her hair and watched as more orderlies piled their way into the cafeteria. They proceeded to restrain the robot girl, along with the others, keeping them in line after their attack. Cassandra yanked her head back, resting her chin on Lazarus's collarbone. He had his attention around the corner, watching the chaos ensue with a calculating gaze. The android was restrained and tranquilized before being dragged out of the room. The others were put in their place, reminded of who was in charge. They were told to shut up and eat and return to their rooms—a punishment for their misbehavior. Sensing her gaze, Lazarus looked down at her with a smug grin.

"Let's say you skip breakfast today, yeah?"

She shook her head. "I have to make sure they're alright." She pulled away, Lazarus letting her as his arms fell to his side. "Wait in my room. I'll be there in thirty minutes."

Lazarus disappeared with a wink. When the orderlies left with the android in tow, Cassandra slipped out of the shadows to join her fellow captives.

Will glared at the scientist's. They had no right to do that, she was just protecting herself!
A growled leaked out of his throat and he glanced down at his dead guard and Will's eyes flashed to his belt loop where key's were. Swiftly Will snatched the keys and put them in his pocket and the Head scientist entered the room.

"YOU BETTER NOT HAVE HURT HER YOU IDIOT'S!" the scientist growled and cleared his throat and looked out over the crowd.
"I see you all have met your new room mate, she is what we all have been working on for year's now, a perfect species, she has the DNA of each and every one of you blessed soul's, her name is Eclipse and though she only may be here for a week treat her kindly and don't threaten her or......well this will happen again" The scientist spoke to the group of supernatural's "She is half machine yes but she is alive, for she has human DNA like all of you, she has a heart, organ's she is as living as you all" the scientist spoke loudly then turned o the guard's.
"You gentlemen are to feed her everyday and never leave her alone with.....these other's we don't want her to get any idea's" the scientist ordered then left.

'Hey guys we should greet the newbie, how about a secret meeting tonight in the attic?' Will asked through the wolf mind-link. But because he was mutated to could use it on everyone.

Viktor smiled wide when a group of Scientists surrounded him. It was unusual for him to be in the cafeteria without restraints. They stood in formation, weapons trained on him while the head Scientist spoke of the new 'roommate' joining their ranks. He held his hands to his sides, awaiting their attack. So after the head Scientist left, those who were aiming at him inched back as he stepped forward. Viktor calmly sat at the table. The team of guards advanced on him, intent on securing him once more. However, an intense heat wave shot up around him, causing them to shield their eyes.
The only opening Viktor needed. His claws made short work of their protective suits, mostly due to his silver exposure. They had grown exponentially thicker than when he had first arrived. His gaze turned to the camera monitoring the cafeteria.

"I will return to my own cell when I am good and ready. I'm feeling rather claustrophobic, and I would like a chance to stretch my legs," he said to the camera. His heat wave had been caused by him leaving a circle of blood around him with his feet, blood from the Scientists he murdered earlier. Viktor wasn't called Bloodburn for nothing. It was then that he received William's message.
'Ah, yes, William. Good morning. Quite lively here today, isn't it? I myself have been having a lovely time today, thanks to that lovely girl. I am dying to know the extent of her abilities, and certainly I cannot be alone in that. I will certainly be there.'
Viktor gathered the bodies and stacked them neatly on a nearby table.

"In honor of our esteemed guest," Viktor smiled menacingly while gesturing at the dead Scientists, "Today we eat Filet Mignon."

(Kill Count: 11)

Severn’s deep brown/green eyes shot open as she heard a chaos come from outside her cell. She lifted herself up to her knees. She leaned against the wall and pulled herself up the rest of the way. She tackled the project of walking. Stumbling as she made her way to the door. She peeked out the little window and watched as scientists were slain left and right. One of the bodies, hit her door so hard, it buckled and knocked her back. She stumbled backward, landing on her back. “Gah...”She winced but she shook it off. The Fae Queen rose up, her dark dreadlocks falling down her shoulder and cascading down her back, she looked down at the body and pulled a coat around her sore body. She walked barefoot toward the cafeteria where it seemed everyone was. She looked about the room. 'Hey guys we should greet the newbie, how about a secret meeting tonight in the attic?' She cocked her head as someone sent a telepathic message to her mind. She looked around to see where the thought had come but didn’t find one looking at her so she assumed it may not have been for her. She then noticed a vampire. He seemed to be the one causing all the chaos. That brought a small grin to the Queen’s face. She looked down at the many bodies, gently stepping over them and approaching the vampire. “ Excuse me, You are the one that did this?” She said, her voice thick with something that resembled an English Accent. “I must thank you. The creatures deserved it.” She said darkly, her back still burning sore from the iron slab she was forced to lay upon even though they knew it would burn her severely. She’d been thinking of ways to get them back. Who ever this vampire was, she owed a great debt as he saved her the trouble of doing it herself. “ I am, Queen Severn, of the Seelie Fae.” She said and bow shakily. Bending hurt.

Viktor looked over at the Fae woman, his eyes softening. He stepped forwards when she bowed, and he gently placed his hands on her shoulders in a dual role of taking strain off of her back and to keep her from falling over and harming herself further. He helped her to her feet as carefully as he could. The Scientist's blood still remaining on his hands smeared where he had touched her, despite his best efforts.
"Please, your Majesty. It is I who should bow," Viktor moved his leg across his other and bowed deeply, one arm stretched out behind him and the other holding her hand as gently as possible.
"I am Sir Viktor Rotheram, formerly of York, at your service," he said in a smooth and elegant voice. He stood up from his bow and released her hand.
"It seems you have been greatly injured recently. I apologize that your Majesty has been treated so poorly," Viktor sounded sincere. His enchanting gaze rose from Severn, and he looked into the camera again, almost beckoning them to send more Scientists to subdue him. After staring at the camera for a few moments, his gaze returned to Severn.
"Please, stay at my quarters while you recuperate. You shan't be bothered there," He suggested.

(Kill Count: 11)

The thick scent of blood filled Viktor's nostrils from Severn's attack upon the Scientists. His pupils widened, and his muscles twitched with anticipation. He nodded to the others, picked up Severn, and adjourned from the cafeteria.
'William, will you kindly tell the others that I will speak with them at the predestined area. The Queen and I have matters to attend to,' he silently messaged William.
As he carried Severn into the hallway adjoining the cafeteria and the cell block, he found himself face to face with at least two dozen Scientists. Viktor smiled menacingly at them.
"Put down the Fae and come quietly, Viktor. You have a date with the Basement," one of them threatened.
He cleared his throat, "I hardly think so. I have a meeting to get to, after all."
Each Scientist brandished both a weapon made of iron and one made of silver. They began a slow advance, while Viktor calmly set Severn on the floor gently.
"Please forgive me," he whispered in her ear, "But I may need to show off a little."
Meanwhile, in the cafeteria, a trail of blood slowly leaked towards the door Viktor exited. It slipped through the tiny crack he left himself. The scientists advanced another step. Then another. Their laser sights pointed at Viktor, who positioned himself between them and Severn. Viktor took a single step forward.
Blood pooled on the floor in front of him rapidly, swirling around menacingly. The Scientists fired their weapons on him, but only a few connected when he unleashed a pressurized explosion l upon steam down the hallway. The Scientist's suits rendered them unharmed from the attack, but blood covered their masks, particularly around the eyes. They fired blindly at Viktor, but his blurry form appeared to have dodged them effortlessly.
They all ripped off their masks in an effort to see him clearly. It was all Viktor needed. Their gaze fell upon his eyes. Viktor's pupils widened, covering his eyes in blackness. All the Scientists drooped a little, hypnotized by his gaze.
Viktor held his hand, pantomiming a gun with his fingers, in the air. The Scientists followed suit.
"The Queen," he shouted, "Demands your Sacrifice!"
He then put his fingers to his own head, and pantomimed pulling the trigger. All of their guns fired into their own heads, killing them instantly. Viktor retrieved Severn from where she lie, and picked her up. Blood stained the front of his shirt in four spots where bullets had hit him. He continued to the cell block with no more interruptions.
"My apologizes, Majesty," he said, "Being here as long as I, there are tricks one may pick up. We should be left alone for a time, lest the Howlers wish to send more men to their death." Viktor reached his cell, and gently placed her in his bed. Despite the charred corpses from earlier that morning, his cell was immaculate.
He then proceeded to remove his shirt and examine the wounds he received from the Scientists.

(Kill Count: 35)

"Hey guys Vampy wants to talk to us later but hey i'll be back in a minute" Will called out to everyone in the dining hall then left. He came across the pile of bodies and rolled his eye's.
'Damn blood sucker' Will chuckled to himself and jumped over the bodies and made his way to the holding cell.
"Huh no guards" Will said out loud, puzzled but he jumped as he heard a loud bang from inside the cell. Fumbling with the key's he unlocked the door and then fell to the ground as something really heavy fell on him.
He looked up to see the girl.
"Hey i'm Will, i'm not going to hurt you......fuck your heavy" Will mumbled the last part and Eclipse looked at him confused for a moment before getting off Will whom stood up the moment she was off.
"Alright now come with me, we have to hide you until tonight" Will smiled and took Eclipse's hand but she quickly yanked it out.
"What is it?" Will asked confused
"I dont want to hide" Eclipse said, her voice sounding more human now. It was soft and gentle.
"Alright then.....follow me" Will said, an idea popping into his head as he started off down the hall, Eclipse following right behind him. He glanced down to see looked normal, no robot parts anymore but then he noticed something else.....
"YOUR NAKED!" Will shouted, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks as he looked away. Eclipse looked down at herself, confused but copied Will's reaction, thinking it was what she was suppose to do. Swifty Will took off his hoodie and pulled it over her head and Eclipse put her arm's in. The hoodie almost hit her knee's so Will thought it would be long enough as they made it to where Will wished to be.
"Hey Vampy you have vistor's" Will said cheerfully as he entered Viktor's cell.

Viktor's gaze fixated on William as he entered the cell. Quickly, his gaze moved past the werewolf, and trained on Eclipse. A curious expression crossed his face, much like a child finding a new toy or friend with which to play.
"I feel you enjoy teasing me with such a nickname. Perhaps I should think of one that suits you," he said, only half serious. Viktor stood up, nonchalantly standing in between the two of them and Severn. The holy water leaking from his wall began to make a small pool in the corner of his cell.
"William, why did you bring the girl here?" he asked, making his point clear, "You're making the position I am in more difficult by doing this, even you must realize this. They are willing to back off from me, but they will stop at nothing to keep her under their control."
Viktor sighed, exasperated, "Eclipse, dear. Would you be so kind as to hand me my shirt?"

(Kill Count: 35)

"Sorry man can't help you these are only meant to open door's" Will said sheepishly feeling sorry for his Alpha, for he knew very well the painful bite of silver. Eclipse looked down at the man's foot and the thick cuff then bent down and took his foot a little to forcefully by mistake and slipped her small finger's into a space between his ankle and the cuff. With a quick pull backward's the cuff snapped and fell to the ground and Eclipse stood up and looked at Will. She was getting very........uncomfortable if so many people around her.
"Good bye" Eclipse said then headed towards the cell door and out into the hallway.
"Hey wait Ellie! ugh" Will groaned as she kept walking down the hallway. As she passed a cell she saw a tall man pinning a girl to the wall and her threat detection kicked in. A quick scan conformed he was a demon and a her arm shifted automatically to a gleaming silver sword coated in holy water and strangely enough her blood. She didn't know the reason for this, she would have to ask someone about it later.
"Threat or friend?" Eclipse asked the man as she looked at the girl. Something tugged on her human heart and an emotion she never felt before sprung to her gleaming silver eye's.
Concern

Viktor sighed as he put on his shirt, exasperated. He nodded to Severn, "Yes, that will be most helpful." His gaze turned to William as Muldoon approached the cell. Silver. Viktor suppressed a smile as Eclipse removed Muldoon's shackles, his eyes following the silver as it clattered against the floor. He then nodded his goodbye to Eclipse.
"Ah, Lord Muldoon," he said sincerely, having addressed Muldoon in a formal fashion was a custom Viktor had for many years. Without a doubt, he felt Muldoon was someone to be respected, despite his werewolf nature.
"Things certainly are lively today. I find it makes for a nice change of pace compared to the dull everyday occurrences. You may leave the silver here, if you wish," Viktor smirked. Once again, he sat down on the corner of the bed. Truthfully, he suspected that the Scientists were going to barge in at any minutes and hall him down to the basement. Maybe even torture Severn even further in his absence. Such a thing would definitely hinder his plan to attend the attic meeting. He couldn't allow that.

(Kill Count: 35)