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Aidan Ch17

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P.O.V. Ambrosius


I have always hated the dungeons.  Cold and damp, the air too musky and thick with the smell of decay than to allow anyone to breath with comfort, much less the poor creatures with their broken ribs and noses.  

Yes, it is true that I am the lord, that I am the one that put said 'poor creatures' in their positions of discomfort, but it is equally true that some sacrifices must be made for the good of our world.  These creatures are evildoers, ones who have either killed or ordered the killing of their own kind for the soul purpose of greed and power.  As this world is entirely populated on predators, murder can only be expected and it is tolerated to a certain extent.  The souls imprisoned in my dungeons are not simple killers as I have said.  They are not killing for food or self-defense, but for the love of killing, and that is why they must be kept locked away, tortured simply as a lesson to keep others from following the same path.

"Unlock the cell," I order the werewolf standing guard and he complies with a curt nod, pulling out a ring of heavy iron keys and sifting through them until he finds one he is satisfied with, sliding it into the keyhole of the large stone door and opening it with surprising grace.  

He nods to me again and I enter, motioning for him to close the door behind me.  I pull on a single bulb hanging from the damp stone ceiling and can't hold back a smirk when I see the powerful angel Jess has been going on about unconscious and chained to the wall like some common criminal, his toes barely scraping the ground and his bruised wrists bleeding where the heavy iron chains are digging into them.  

You may be thinking that a creature as powerful as Aidan could easily break through iron, even in this pathetic state, but demons have wound these dungeons with an intricate weave of magic, making it impossible for even the strongest of creatures to break free.  
  
"Aidan?" I say gently, a small smile playing on my lips when he moans slightly and shudders.  This is the creature that caused us so much trouble?  This is the creature that has caused me so much jealousy on behalf of my Jess?  I know it is wrong for me to want to hurt Aidan just because he held Jess in his arms before I ever did, before I even knew who Jess was, but I have always been a jealous creature.  Even as a human king thousands of years ago I was constantly bathed in a jealous rage over even the smallest of defeats, and that certain emotion has only grown stronger within me as the years have passed.    

But I promised Jess I wouldn't hurt him, and so I won't.  Though I also won't do anything to alleviate the pain he is already in either.  The wolves claim to have found him like this, all broken and bleeding across the benches in a cathedral, and as far as I'm concerned we have no obligation to heal his wounds.  That would almost be considered rude of us, to heal him just before taking his life?  I know Jess won't agree, but Jess is simply a gentle creature by nature and I love him for it.  He has what I lack, and that is exactly what we need to keep the power in check.  If I alone were to rule I would go mad with power, I have been alive for long enough to know that certain aspect of psychology about myself, but with Jess by my side there will be balance.  Marriage to him is a smart move, and it has only been bettered by the fact that we love each other.  How often does that happen in this universe?  

The only setback is this angel in front of me, and it has taken far to long already to undo that connection he and Jess made so long ago, one that still holds strong despite it's weakness.

"Aidan?" I say, the sharpness in my voice startling even me.  He groggily opens his black eyes and raises them to meet mine, his expression startlingly calm and composed for one who just woke up broken and chained to a wall.

Wait, black eyes?  Angels don't have black eyes…

"Why are your eyes black?" I ask and he frowns, looking confused for a second before he seems to recall something and his features stretch into a lazy grin, teeth a brilliant white against his bloodied face.  And that's when I notice the fangs.  A vampire?  But no…if he were a vampire I would have been able to sense it.

But those eyes don't lie, he's thirsting.  

"How long ago were you changed?" I ask, my voice as calm and polite as it would be were we having a friendly conversation at the fireside.  

"Who the fuck are you?" he asks, his voice surprisingly clear for someone so weak.  I narrow my eyes at his cocky tone, he is in no position to speak that way to me, the arrogant prick.  But I promised Jess I wouldn't hurt him, not to mention I would never hear the end of it if I were to madden just because of something the angel said.  Jess has been all over me about how high I place myself above others, claiming that I need to be more empathetic to their situations.   

And as much as I hate to admit it, he's right.  I need to think things through rather than becoming so blinded by my anger.  

"I'm Lord Ambrosius, though since I've been informed that you have been granted a high position in hell I will allow you to drop the lord and just call me Ambros," I say, stepping up about two feet away from him and using the tips of my fingers to raise his chin, making his helplessness all the more obvious.  As I'd known it would, defiance and annoyance flashed in his black eyes, only now I can see that his eyes are still red, only the pupil has become so fully dilated that the black has overpowered it until there is only a thin ring of crimson around the outer edges.  He's strikingly beautiful, which only makes me all the more jealous.  I know I'm handsome, but Aidan has the effeminate features that I know Jess loves so much.  I look more masculine with my strong jaw, square chin, and broad shoulders and chest.  

Aidan snaps at my hand and I pull it away, smirking as he glowers at me.  Jess was right, empathy is great.  Aidan can't stand being chained to this wall, at mercy to the Lord of a world he will die to save.  I wonder if he knows that I am his partner's lover?

"You're the one that little slut is fucking?" he spits and I smirk.  I guess he does.

"Yes, and don't call him a slut," I say calmly, "Why do you think he left you dumbass?"

"No idea, you're certainly not his type," he says, eying me from head to foot.  I narrow my eyes but refrain from lashing out at him.  That's what he wants, he can't stand being so helpless.  At least if he were getting tortured there would be some intriguing battle-story for him to brag about surviving.  As of now he's got nothing.  

"No I guess I'm not, so what does that say about you?" I remark, cocking an eyebrow and just barely managing to keep my face free of a smirk when he tries to lunge at me, causing the cuffs to bite deeply into his already freely bleeding wrists.  

"My my, touchy aren't we?" I comment and he narrows his eyes, which have now completely dilated, drowning out the faint ring of crimson and granting him that animalistic look that scares humans so.

"Hungry?" I ask, unsheathing my dagger from its holster at my belt at sliding it across my palm, holding the now bleeding wound just inches from Aidan's reach and inciting another pitiful jerk at his restraints.  I smile as he growls, completely beastlike in his hunger.

"I'll be back in a while," I reassure him and he narrows his eyes, teeth still bared.  "I just have to go and see if they've managed to get hold of Jess yet.  How does it feel to know that he is going to kill you for me?  I imagine it'll be even worse the second time he slides in the syringe."

I smirk as Aidan's expression crumples, his black eyes filling with tears.  

Well that was easy, I think as I signal for the guard to shut the door behind me, leaving Aidan behind to his hunger and pain.

~

P.O.V. Jess


"Jess, where the hell did you go?" Mel asks as I walk back into the cathedral where I suggested we rest for a while, her innocent brown eyes shooting daggers at me.  I shrug, holding up some cartons of food and a bottle of water.

"You kept going on about how hungry you were, I figured you'd be happy about me going out and getting something," I replied, cocking my eyebrow when she jumped up to grab the food from me. God Mel's a bitch, at least Tiny grunted a thank you.  Mel and Aidan must have hated each other.  They're both a bit too dominant to ever get along and he's disgusted by anything with tits.  Plus I'm pretty sure Mel's a lesbian.  I guess she could be bi but I don't really feel like asking, she'd probably smother me with her enormous boobs.  I can see the headline now: A straight man's fantasy, a gay man's worst nightmare.

I think Aidan said that once when he got pissed off at this girl we knew, I can't remember her name, but she had some huge knockers.  Aidan has some weird ways of talking shit, I always wound up laughing while trying to tell him to be nice.  It was so frustrating.   

I walk over to one of the rows of seating about ten feet from Mel and plop down, propping my boots up onto the wooden backing of the bench in front of me.  I frown when I notice some dried blood smeared onto the light wood right next to my feet.  I reach out and touch it, knowing immediately that it's Aidan's.  I can feel it.  What happened?  I feel a pang of grief, if he's dead then me and Ambros are screwed.  I have to kill him if I am to connect with anyone else, so Aidan has to be alive.  

Relief floods through me when I realize that I can still feel him through our connection, though he feels pretty weak.  I wonder what happened, and I wonder why I can feel him so much stronger than I used to be able to.  The blood is still relatively fresh, so he wasn't here too long ago, but I can tell that he is a ways away by now, but where?

Well at least we're on the right track, I think to myself, sighing and leaning back against the bench once more.  I close my eyes and try to get some sleep, deciding to worry about where to go next after I've rested.

Maybe Ambros will have found a way to communicate by then.

~

P.O.V. Justin


I frown as I drop the lifeless corpse of a feeder onto the asphalt, leaving the carcass to be consumed by a zombie or another feeder.  I can feel that Aidan is alive but my Mark isn't strong enough to tell where he is.  He must be too weak to give off any sure location, which is really shitty when you think about it because when you Mark someone it is so that you can find them when they are hurt, meaning weak.  How inconvenient, how the hell am I supposed to find him?

I stiffen as I walk back up the stone steps to the cathedral, catching the scent of creatures inside.  One of them has a spell on it warning other creatures away, telling that he is of royal class and is not to be touched.  I frown when I also catch the unmistakable scent of humans, realizing that it must be Tiny and Mel since there are no other humans in this world.  Not that I know of anyways.

My suspicions are confirmed when I hear Mel's haughty voice floating through the cracks in the doors, the fact that she mentions me only working to further prove that it's her.  I've never been so relieved to hear that bitches voice in my life.

"I wish Justin and Aidan would just stay in one fucking place!"

"Don't we all," I hear another voice reply, his tone light and mildly annoyed.  I frown, not recognizing his voice but realizing that it must be Jess when I connect the smell of his blood with something like that of what Aidan's was, before I changed him that is.  That would also explain the royal spell, Ambros wouldn't want Jess getting devoured by feeders while wandering around.

"Whe' are we goin' nex'" I hear Tiny grunt.  

"I'm not sure yet, we'll just have to wait and see," is the reply and I frown.  Jess is leading them, which means that they don't know that he tried to kill Aidan or that he is with Ambrosius.  

Well at least this gives me a way to find Aidan, I realize.  Ambros will need to contact Jess and get him to go there to kill Aidan.  The only way I am sure to save him is by killing Jess, but I can't do that until I've found Aidan so I'll have to lay low until then.  Great.

I sigh and jump onto the roof of the cathedral, careful to be quiet and use magic to mask my scent from the angel, though from what I could tell from Aidan, angels don't have the excellent sense of smell that vampire's, demons, and wolves do.  

Once on the roof I look around, trying to find the entrance Aidan used the other day when the demons and wolves came and rolling my eyes when I spot a trapdoor sort of thing not fifteen feet from where we were laying in the bell tower.  Why the hell did they have to make the walls open just enough to let light across that entire side?  Aidan and I have the worst luck.

I crawl my way over to the door, using magic to silence it as I lift it open, and lower myself slowly down into the balcony, swinging the door shut behind me to keep out the sun if it decides to rise.

"Shu' up an' go ter sleep Mel!" I hear Tiny grunt and I smile.  At least they haven't changed.

I climb over to the edge, careful to keep myself hidden as I look down at the scene below.  Tiny is sitting up on the very left end of the back row, with Mel on the opposite end laying on her side and using her arms as a pillow.  Jess is more in the middle row, directly below me.  It seems to be about the same place that Aidan fell, but I could be wrong.  It all looks the same really.

I lean back against a bench, nothing to do now but wait.
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very entertaining