Dacian
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Creature of the Night
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Post by Dacian on Jul 12, 2010 13:09:17 GMT 1
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/daci.png][bg=000000][atrb=style,background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 220px 65px 65px 65px;]He hadn’t felt so smug in years. The sheer rush of power that came from actually haven beaten Silas down was immense. He could ride on it like a wave. But there was no sense in getting cocky, Silas was still—“Argh, sonofabitch.” He hissed as Silas’s forehead came into harsh contact with his nose. He felt the warmth of pain flourish, and the cold sensation of blood running from his nostrils.
He’d averted his face after the attack, and the spit hit his cheek and joined the slow viscous movement of his own blood down his face. It was all he could do not to retaliate immediately. The shouting only served to make him wince at the resulting pain in his ears. The insult scarcely meant much coming from Silas Rosier of all people. He bared his teeth and turned back to face the wizard, pushing brutally hard on his wrists. The tears were something he hardly expected, and he watched with a strange mix of awe and satisfaction as they rolled down the wizard’s face, snagging in his hair before it would reach the floor.
Damn, he could watch the man cry all night, but he had other things he’d rather be doing. “You break easy, wizard.” He smirked, his voice a little congested from the damage to his nose. He captured the wrists in his left hand and pushed Silas’s head to the side, baring his already scarred neck. The mortal still struggled, but the vampire was in control. “You’ve lost everything, Rosier. I have the power now.” As if to tease the man, Dacian leaned in oh-so-slowly until his teeth were brushing the skin of his neck. “You owe me a lot of blood, and I’ll get every drop back.”
He bit, digging into the muscle and holding it against the struggles of the wizard before he relented and injected enough venom to put him out again.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 12, 2010 20:26:33 GMT 1
Silas was really starting to get sick of losing consciousness. Twice in a few hours. Yeah, fucking brilliant.
Urg. Mother of fuck. His head. It felt like someone had just smashed him with a hammer then dropped a block of concrete on his skull for good measure.
The wizard groaned, scrunching his eyes shut tightly against the headache creeping up through his skull. Goddamnit.
The weight on his chest had vanished and Silas opened his eyes blearily. His vision was still foggy, but as far as he could tell, Dacian was nowhere to be seen.
Fuck. What?
There didn’t seem to be one muscle in his body that wasn’t protesting in one way or another. His leg seared painfully again as Silas pushed himself weakly into a sitting position. His head was swimming and Silas made an indistinct noise, propping up his good leg and resting his forehead against his knee until the sensation passed.
He wasn’t sure how long it took for his head to clear. A few minutes at least. Too long. The passing of time was suddenly difficult to decipher. It wasn’t until the aches and pains began subsiding that he started to gauge his surroundings again. The cave was dank, dark. The air was still, frozen, humid and smelt of the stone. Stalactites were dripping into stalagmites all around, but the poor lighting made it difficult to see more than a few feet.
He needed to get out. He wasn’t sure where Daci had gone or why, but he couldn’t stay here.
Silas shifted as though about to stand and at once the pain in his leg (which had subsided into a dull ache) flared up excruciatingly to remind him of its presence. Silas hissed in a breath, automatically clutching at the knee. Fuck. This was going to be a problem.
Wand. He didn’t have a wand or any means to fix the damage.
Fuck!
Silas attempted to flex the limb experimentally, but the resulting flash of agony was more than enough put him off the idea of trying again.
Fuck. Okay.
He needed to get out, and he needed to do it quickly. Memories of before he’d passed out a second time were coming to mind, but Silas forced them back. Jac. He didn’t have time to ponder the bizarre circumstances. He needed to move.
Silas reached into the breast pocket of his jacket and pulled out the neatly folded handkerchief. It was a crude method – exceptionally so – and Silas’s knowledge of healing was poorer than most. At the very least, he figured if he’d fractured the kneecap it might stop the bones from straying too far.
Shit. This was going to hurt.
Silas unfolded the fabric and laid the top over the knee before gritting his teeth and applying pressure downwards. The shards of bone ground together, the fractured ends grating like sand and Silas managed to hold back a noise, quickly tying the end off under the joint.
Son of a bitch.
He didn’t have time to be in pain. Dacian wasn’t here now, but he didn’t know how long that was going to last. He needed to stand. Crawling sure as fuck wasn’t going to get him anywhere. Gingerly he tried to get up by moving his good leg under him. The attempt to push himself to his feet was ill-advised and predictably Silas’s weight didn’t agree with the injured knee. Silas gave another agonised groan and was forced to stop. Fuck. That wasn’t going to work.
Goddamnit! There had to be a—Silas looked around, catching sight of a nearby stalagmite. That’d do. He awkwardly positioned himself near the rock formation and grabbed onto it, trying to pull himself to his feet. The blood loss had made his limbs strangely heavy and the attempt was much, much harder than it should have been. The broken bone crunched in protest, but Silas successfully managed it after a loud roar of pain.
It hurt. It hurt like a fucking bitch. And it wasn’t going to get any better from here on out either, but staying here was an infinitely worse option. He leaned over, bracing himself against the wall to support himself.
Right. Follow the wall, pay attention to the air quality. Sounded simple enough in theory.
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Dacian
Vampire (A)
Creature of the Night
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Post by Dacian on Jul 12, 2010 21:05:58 GMT 1
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/daci.png][bg=000000][atrb=style,background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 220px 65px 65px 65px;]Flame-lit torch, a few unlit spares, matches, and a variety of pointy things. Oh yes, and rope. He’d need that. Couldn’t have Silas squirming around too much. He paused in his rummage to pinch his nose and make sure it wasn’t healing too crookedly. After taking so much damage during its life, his nose really couldn’t heal any crooked than it had before. Who knew, maybe Silas’s forehead would straighten it out a little.
He’d taken a little while, gathering things from his stash in a higher cave. It was drier here, perfect for damp-hating things like torches. He was in no hurry though, even if Silas did wake up, he’d have to pass the chamber he was currently in to escape. Holding the torch above his head, the rest of his swag in a duffle bag in his other, he started back down the winding passageways and tight tunnels. It really was a maze.
The golden light illuminated the walls, the occasional runnel of water glittering in the flames. Under the crackle of the torch, he could hear the dripping, the echoes of his footsteps. The sour tang of pitch on which the fire fed was the most predominant smell, but there was also blood (his own and Silas’s) and the dankness of the cave. As he neared the cavern in which he’d put the wizard, he saw movement and smirked.
Silas had managed to get to his feet, and seemed to have been following the wall rather sensibly. The vampire lifted the torch, making sure to shine the bright light toward the gloom-adjusted eyes of the wizard. “Only this far? I expected more from you.” He took great satisfaction in the recoiling response but he only passed the wizard, leaving him popped against the wall. He strode easily across the pitted floor, setting the bag down near where he had first set Silas and took a minute to lodge the torch between stalagmites so it would stay upright.
He returned to Silas at a leisurely jog, moving out of the ring of light the torch provided but with enough light in the gloom to vaguely make out the lost mortal. “That’s enough exploring, Rosier.” He commented, waiting for a moment for his eyes to adjust a little more before he moved forward and pinned Silas to the wall by both shoulders at arm’s length. “For the record, there is no escape, so don’t bother trying again.”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 13, 2010 8:46:07 GMT 1
It was slow going. So slow it was absolutely ridiculous. Silas couldn’t put any weight on the broken leg and hopping was out of the question. He was reduced to a bizarre kind of shuffle down the black tunnels, feeling against the wall and hoping he didn’t run into any holes. The candlelight didn’t extend this far, leaving an ominous darkness ahead of him.
At least until a light appeared at the end of the tunnel. You know, quite literally. A fiery one. Silas groaned in annoyance. Goddamnit. So much for getting out.
He halted his progress, allowing the vampire to come to him. “Only this far? I expected more from you,” the vampire mocked, thrusting the torch in Silas’s direction, causing him to blink and recoil from the light.
Bastard.
“I thought I did alright,” Silas replied, trying to look back at the torch again without exploding his retinas. “I’ll drive a cruci-stake through your knee and we’ll make a race out of it.”
Apparently, no. The vampire didn’t answer and stalked off past him. Silas looked over his shoulder with a frown. That bag the vampire was carrying looked ominous.
Crap.
Silas paused as if weighing up his options, peering back towards the pitch-black he had yet to traverse. Yeah, as if he could make that before Dacian returned. Silas grumbled and leaned his shoulder against the wall. Fuck. It was probably easier just to wait for the vampire to come back.
And come back the vampire did; Silas heard his footsteps before he saw him. A hand collided roughly with his shoulder, forcing his back to slam against the wall and Silas made a noise at the pain that shot from his knee.
“Hey!”
The vampire cut him off. A disembodied voice in the dark.
No escape, huh? Fun.
“Well, can’t blame a man for trying,” Silas dismissed.
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Jul 13, 2010 12:26:06 GMT 1
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/daci.png][bg=000000][atrb=style,background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 220px 65px 65px 65px;]There was a chuckle in the darkness. “Trying, and failing.” He pulled the man away from the wall by his shoulders and grabbed the scruff of his shirt. He fought against the struggles, dragging the mortal half of the way before he relented and grabbed his belt, hoisting him fully off the ground. The man was heavy, but at least his failing limbs hardly hindered his progress.
Back in the ring of torchlight, he unceremoniously dumped Silas on the ground face first and hunkered down, sitting on his heels while the wizard cursed. “Is it impossible for you to ever shut your mouth?” He reached out and pushed the broken knee. “On second thoughts, make that noise all you like.” Backlit by the torch, there was still enough light for his shark-like smile to gleam, fangs not so subtly displayed at the corners of his mouth.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 13, 2010 17:07:56 GMT 1
Chuckling. Right. Coming from Dacian, that should probably be worrying. “Well c’mon, you’re not exactly giving me great odds here,” Silas argued back.
There was no answer. Instead the vampire grabbed him by the shirtfront, tearing him away from the wall and dragging him ungraciously back down the tunnel. Silas gave a shout, struggling against the vampires grip only to be practically thrown back into the circle of light. He landed hard on his palm and elbow, the shock from the impact travelled up his arms to his shoulders. His knee gave a dangerous crunch from the collision.
“Argh, fuck!”
Ow. Just fucking ow. Silas made a low noise of pain and tried to roll onto his back, only to have a heavy weight stop him by sitting down hard on his feet.
Oh, c’mon! This was beyond a joke by now.
“Easy!” Silas protested loudly, starting to wonder angrily if there was anything that wasn’t going to send his knee firing in agony. Apparently that was a ‘no’: Dacian answered his question for him by pressing down on the injured leg, causing Silas to roar loudly in pain.
Goddamnit. He wasn’t here to live out the vampires fucking S&M fantasy. He tried to ignore the rather compromising position the vampire had left him in and managed to turn onto his side with what little wiggle room Dacian’s weight and the pain in his knee would allow.
Argh, fuck.
“Wow. If this is how you treat your guests no wonder you don’t have any friends,” he spat, his voice betraying the suffering he was in.
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Jul 13, 2010 20:35:51 GMT 1
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/daci.png][bg=000000][atrb=style,background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 220px 65px 65px 65px;]“Shut up.” He smiled, though not particularly pleasantly. Leaving Silas to lay however uncomfortably he liked, he snagged an ankle with an iron-clasped fist and tugged off the shoe. He threw it a little distance, landing it near to the bag of ominous tricks. He did the same with the other foot, purposefully pushing the lower leg to grind the knee into the floor. “Whoops.” He didn’t sound sorry.
He straightened a little, stepping further over Silas and tipping him onto his back with a hand on his shoulder. Damn, he realised something he had forgotten. Gag. No matter, he’d find something to fill the wizard’s overactive mouth. “Why don’t you try a little, hmm? It’s in your best interests.” He replied to the wizard’s comment, eyes flickering over the supine body beneath him. He stooped, fishing a few fingers in the breast pocket of the man’s dirtied shirt. Systematically, he start rooting through pockets, chucking anything no matter how trivial over to the bag.
He looted the man’s watch, mumbling a ‘shut up’ at the man’s protest, a few bronze pennies and owshit, a biting wallet!? He fought it and ripped it in half, picking out anything of interest and throwing the tatters of leather deep into the cave. There was a splash as it hit water and some thrashing as the residue magic animated the wallet in its death throes.
Dacian stood over the man while examining his bloodied fingers. Biting wallets, Jesus. “You know, I hate wizards.” He cleaned up the blood with a few licks, sucking on a knuckle that didn’t fare too well. “Stay still.” A token commend, since it was unlikely the man would comply. He grabbed the man’s arm, holding it up while he checked the forearm for concealed weapons. Wizard’s weren’t known for toting knives or other weapons, but one could never be too careful.
The frisk was a little difficult with Silas squirming like that, but he was thorough, checking both arms, his lower back and legs (making sure to squeeze the knee on his way past), but avoiding the groin. Silas could innuendo to his heart’s content, no fear of retaliation was worth that humiliation. It was traditional to do this while the captive was still unconscious, but then he wouldn’t have the satisfaction of seeing Silas realise just how overpowered he was. |
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 13, 2010 20:46:11 GMT 1
“Yeah, remind me when telling me to shut up has ever worked,” Silas snapped back, eyeing the way Dacian was moving around his feet with suspicion. Since when had anything the vampire done ever ended well for him? Especially tonight.
“Why don’t you try a little, hmm? It’s in your best interests,” Dacian grumbled.
Silas made a derisive noise. “Hey, you’ve been the one monologuing Speeches Of Diabolic Villainy 101, so I think I’m the last one in dire need of shutting the fuck up here.”
He could feel the vampire playing around with his shoes, but Silas’s attempt to fix his position worked about as well as could be expected when you had a broken knee and someone was sitting on the back of your calves.
“You know it’s too fucking late now,” Silas snapped, pretty much talking for the sake of being a nuisance at this point. “Taking off my shoes isn’t going to make this shithole any cozier.”
Whatever Dacian was planning to do with his feet was starting to get unsettling. “What the fuck are you-- ARGH!” The vampire pressed down on Silas’s knee, successfully cutting him off mid-sentence.
Bastard.
“That’s cheating,” Silas snarled, catching sight of his shoes being flung across the room out of the corner of his eye.
Dacian tipped him onto his back none too kindly and Silas held back another groan as the movement caused more irritation to his already battered knee. He didn’t even want to know what state the joint probably looked like under his clothing. If it looked as bad as it felt, enough to make at least one nurse faint.
On the plus side, Dacian was no longer using him as a sofa. Silas’s attempt to use that to get even slightly out of the way backfired when Dacian shoved him down with his other hand, managing to wind him in the process. At least it got Silas to shut up for a moment while Dacian fished through his front pockets. Fuck, ow! What the hell was the vampire looking for? Lint?
The vampire wordlessly snatched one of his arms in an attempt to relieve him of his watch. What the? No. “Hey! That’s expensive!” Silas protested, trying to scurry back and wrench his wrist out of Dacian’s grasp, but the vampire just tightened his grip until Silas felt like the bones in his arm were going to break.
“Stay still,” the vampire warned.
Yeah, because Silas was always in the habit of paying attention. He replied with a derisive noise. “Good luck with that,” Silas answered, trying to twist himself out of the way of the vampires hands where ever possible just to be difficult as Dacian proceeded to pat down the rest of his pockets.
It took Silas’s brain a moment to catch up to what the vampire was up to. He personally blamed the famous combination of being drugged twice and losing enough blood to feed... well... a fully grown vampire. “Look out,” Silas warned as Dacian’s hands strayed lower, “I got a helluva weapon in my pants you might want to watch out for.”
”Oh fuck off,” the vampire snapped back.
Right on cue, Dacian stuck the biting wallet.
“Well, not the one I meant, but that’ll do.” Silas managed a pained laugh at the sight of the vampire fighting the (expensive) piece of (Italian) leather, but his amusement was fairly short lived before it was ripped apart and thrown into what sounded like an underground lake. “You’re paying for that,” Silas emphasised. “And the watch too if you wreak it.”
Dacian, obviously, had absolutely no sense of humor. “You know, I hate wizards,” he grouched, moodily sucking on the skin of his knuckle like a petulant five year old.
“In other news: Kidnapping Illegal. Seeing as we’re comparing newsflashes.”
The vampire didn’t answer, wordlessly continuing his frisk. When Dacian turned him around to pat just below his belt Silas couldn’t help but smirk. “A little lower,” he requested, only getting a growl in response. The vampire angrily flipped him around again, this time applying an extra squeeze to Silas’s knee as he moved down his leg for good measure. “Dammnit Love,” Silas growled, tilting his head back at the malicious stab of pain and trying to pass it off as something more akin to sexual frustration, “you can’t tease a man like that.”
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Dacian
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Post by Dacian on Jul 14, 2010 8:12:18 GMT 1
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/daci.png][bg=000000][atrb=style,background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 220px 65px 65px 65px;]The vampire took a deep steadying breath, repeating the mantra, ‘don’t kill him yet, not yet, not yet’ in his head. He was quickly coming to the conclusion that Silas was indeed insane. No normal mortal would still be making innuendos after being beaten, bitten and bruised within an inch of his fragile life. He was either a masochist, or a psychopath. Possibly both. Yeah, probably both. He kicked the man savagely in the ribs, though the resulting hiss of pain suggested Silas was not enjoying the pain. Good. That would have ruined his plans a little.
He loomed over Silas, grabbing his jaw and digging his fingers into the stubbled skin of his cheek. He pulled the mortal’s face close to his and bared his teeth. “Shut. Up.” He dropped him back, and stepped away to gather up the bits and pieces he had taken from Silas. The money went straight into his own pocket without a comment. He took a cursory glance at the various business cards and identification before slipping them in his back pocket. He did crack a grin at the single photo, turning it toward the light. “My my, maybe I should have taken more time with her.” He tilted his head, glancing over it to gauge Silas’s reaction
And there it was again. Less obvious this time, but for some reason Silas Rosier cared more for this woman than for his own personal safety. He discarded the image, leaving the sepia-toned thing to preen while he turned his attention to the wizard. “Since now I know you’re a fan of my diabolic villainy, I’ll treat you to some more.”
He lifted a brow at the man’s almost jovial reply. He seemed to have got over the grief of losing a loved one quickly in favour of making jokes. Heartless bastard. “Wait, no. Stop right there. Kill me now, please.”
“All in due course. You seemed to have confused my practicality for hospitality, so I’ll explain for you.” He replied, leaning and picking something from the bag. “Shoes,” he continued, leisurely walking back while unravelling what appeared to be a coil of rope, “Get in the way of restraints.” He knelt beside Silas’s feet, grabbing the injured leg first and looping the rope around it. “With them on, there’s a gap the captive - that’s you - can take advantage of. Without them, the rope is tight against the skin, and there’s no room between the ankles for you to exploit. In short, there’s no chance of you pulling a Houdini.”
Typically, Silas struggled, and Dacian gave a loud sigh. He grabbed the toes of the uninjured foot, pressing his fingertips into the back of the toe knuckles, bracing the bottom of the toes themselves on his palm and with a wrench, pushed the toes up toward the leg. “Who’s teasing now?” He drawled, keeping a hold on the toes while Silas cursed. |
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 14, 2010 17:55:58 GMT 1
Dacian really needed to learn to control his temper. He gave Silas a savage kick in the ribs, hard enough to wind him and leaving him reeling. Ow. Fuck. Son of a bitch! Silas hissed in a breath, mentally cursing up a storm while clutching the brand new pain in his side to add to the growing list.
Goddamnit. The vampire seemed to refuse to be baited into killing him quickly. And Silas was making it so easy. It wasn’t often that he actually wanted to die, but being killed fast offered a hell of a better alternative than waiting for the vampire to finish whatever he obviously had planned. Perhaps he was underestimating the vampires self control.
Dacian stepped over him, looming as ominously as only Dacian could before bending down and grabbing Silas by the jaw, wrenching his head up to meet his still-bloodstained teeth. “Shut. Up.” he emphasised, every syllable dangerous.
Silas met his glare back resolutely. It was hard to speak with the vampire practically crushing the bones in his face, but he still managed a very distinct “Blow me.” Dacian dropped him none too carefully, presumably in disgust, and Silas propped himself up gingerly on his elbows, watching the vampires retreating form with a laugh that was not entirely sane.
He was surprisingly casual as Dacian went rummaging through the things he’d stolen, managing to avoid commenting on the vampires arse and limiting himself to a twisted smirk.
... At least until the vampire reached the photo of Jac.
Silas frowned, immediately tensing and watching the way the vampire toyed with it with an unidentified sense of annoyance. What the hell was the vampire doing with that? “Oh, put it down,” he said with a glare, for a moment looking very much like he was tempted to get up and snatch it from the vampire himself. “You’ll smudge it.” The joke aside, Silas was noticeably irate and didn’t look away from the photo until it was safely out of harms way.
Jac. Jac was another thing entirely. Silas had about four hundred and fifty questions that needed answering, but now wasn’t the time to think about it. Not with the way Dacian was turning around to eye him again.
“Since you’re a fan of my diabolic villainy, I’ll treat you to some more.”
Silas cut him off before he could continue by groaning over-dramatically, tilting his head back as though halfway through a death throe. “Wait, no. Stop right there. Kill me now, please.”
Dacian didn’t look impressed. He was carrying what looked like a loop of rope clutched in his hand and was unravelling it pointedly. 'Restraints?' Well, shit. Silas didn’t need to be a genius to work out that couldn’t possibly mean anything good. “Bondage? Look, sorry, I’ll have to stop you there. S&M isn’t really my thing,” he interjected, eyeing the rope warily and already starting to try and drag himself backwards as though that would somehow make a difference.
He was promptly ignored as the vampire reached out to grab at his uninjured leg. The fact he didn’t go for the broken one first was Silas’s first clue that something was up. Fuck.Silas kicked violently, trying to scurry out of the way, but Dacian casually grabbed him and pulled his leg back, wrapping part of the rope around his ankle.
“Should I be working out safe-words or something? Because– ARGH!” in one swift movement, Dacian pressed his palm to the bottom of Silas’s foot and snapped every one of his toes.
It was bizarre. A series of popping sensations followed by an excruciating stab of pain searing all the way down his foot. Silas roared in agony, tilting his head back as his elbows gave out beneath him. “FUCK!” He wasn’t even sure what he was shouting – a collection of swearwords followed by an increasingly colourful amount of threats. It wasn’t like he hadn’t broken toes before, but mother of FUCK.
Silas was a little bit distracted by the fact all his goddamn toes were broken to do much by way of sarcasm when Dacian started on restraining his legs. The vampire took the opportunity to loop the rope around both ankles, pushing trouser leg out of the way and securing the rope against the skin before taking another length and tying it above his knees. Not that Silas didn’t make the process difficult with his share of kicking and struggling (damaged knee and foot be damned), but the vampire took it in stride as he always did. Smug bastard.
The vampire roughly pushed him onto his side and Silas managed a shout of protest and another heap of swearing, no thanks to the now familiar sensation of bone grinding against bone. If Dacian was listening he might have blushed at the rather colourful set of implications Silas was making about his mother. Despite the futility of it Silas still tried to wrench his arm out of the way of Dacian’s grasp, only to have the vampire rudely seize him by the elbow to restrain his wrist against the back of his belt.
Silas had mentioned before how ridiculous this was, right?
The next thing he was aware of was a freezing hand closing around his wrist and another around his lapel before he was dragged rather haphazardly against the wall. What the hell was it now? Silas growled, shuffled his legs systematically and pulling against the rope to test for weakness. Dacian’s knots were sound. Fuck.
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