Where the hell am I?(Amoura)

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The room was dark, dimly lit by candles. An unconsious boy hung there almost lifelessly, shackles around his wrists as the chains bolted to the wall held him up slightly. A low groan escaped the boy's lips as he came to. His long hair waving to and fro as his head moved back and fourth looking around as all he saw was that he was in a dungeon. "Hello? Where am I?" He went to move but soon found his hands shackled to the wall.

He snarled as he tried yanking. But soon his snarl soon twisted into a slight scream of pain as he relised the shackles had silver inside of them, the less he moved, the less it would hurt. He snapped his head back and fourth as his enraged saphire eyes started to slowly bleed into emerald. His fangs shown and bared as he snarled, "Why the fuck am I?! Who's there!? ANWSER ME!!!"

[†The Blood Countess†]

Across from the male was a raven haired female slowly regaining consciousness. The hair on her right side was matted with thanks to dried blood. With a slight groan, eyes gradually opened, her vision temporarily fuzzy. Why were her wrists burning so much? A moan of pain escaped her lips and she held still right after that.

That voice. It was familiar. "F...frosty?" she slowly raised her head, revealing a partially bloodied face. "What's going on? Why are we here?" She asked. Damn her head hurt and the burning sensation on her wrists wasn't helping much.

"Ah. I see you two have made yourselves very comfortable. Good." A hooded figure emerged from the darkness, looking at the two young vampires.

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"Reina?! Not you too..." He asked in confusion, "Babe, what was the last thing you remeber at the date?" He asked her, all he could remember was them walking down the streets, then being attacked by a bunch of hooded thugs. He remebered fending some of them off and the last thing he was was when he pulled back the hood of the thug, he saw a pegasus tattoed on his cheek, and then everything went black. "Vicious!" He snarled shaking his head, he called out to Reina "Don't move your wrists too much, if you do the silver in the metal will take effect. Try and stay calm."

It was then the hooded man walked in. His eyes suddenly snapped to emerald, "Fuck you! You bastard dog of a no good fucker! You're pathetic barking everytime Vicious tells you to!" He exclaimed and then winced in pain as he relised he moved and the searing burn from the shackles set in agian. It was then smoke resinated from the shackles along with the smell of burning flesh as Frosty tried his hardest to not let the creep see his pain. Thank god for long hair...

[†The Blood Countess†]

Reina gasped in pain and tried her best to remain still. "We were attacked and the last thing I remember is a sharp pain at the side of my hea-ouch. It still hurts." The vampiress whimpered and looked down, taking in deep breaths.

"Such a foul temper you've got for a boy your age. I just do what I'm told and I stay alive. Nothing wrong with doing that now is there? Besides...I love my job." His head turned towards Reina, who's eyes were still glued to the floor.

WHAM! Reina's eyes shot open and blood projected from her mouth. The hooded male had slammed his fist right into her gut. If it was done harder her back might have been snapped in two!

"I'd mind your manners if I were you. You might not be getting much 'treatment' tonight but your little girlfriend here might."

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"You bastard! I'll kill you!" He snarled as he tried to fling himself as the hooded man but was then held back by the restraints. He let out a roar of pain as his wrists burned intensely. His face contorted in pain and his eyes snapped shut, "You..." He mumbled, "I'll kill you if I ever get out of here... I'll..." He stopped trying not to let his rage take over. Why, why did he have to learn his restraints already? If he didn't restrain himself so much he'd be able to get out of this, and even save Reina.

He growled in pain as he stared daggers at the hooded person, this wasn't what he had in mind at all... he sighed as he stared at the floor. "Some first date... huh Reina...?" he said without an expression on his face, his happy go lucky charm, his always smiling face now gone as something boiled up inside of him. A mixture of pain, fear, and rage all boiling together and rising. If only he would target him and not her, it would be alot easier... "Hey fucker... how bout you target me instead... I see you're being a bitch and hitting a woman."

[†The Blood Countess†]

The male laughed at Frosty's threat, "Kill me while you're like that? Please. A rat has a better chance against a cat! Those shackles are pure silver! You cannot break them."

Reina looked up at Frosty, somehow managing a smile, revealing bloody teeth, "We'll...be fine Frosty. Don't worry. We'll get out of here...somehow..." Her optimism won't last long in this situation. Things are about to go downhill fast.

"Now why should I strike at you? Physical wounds heal easily, maybe even leave a scar or two...emotional and mental torture on the other hand...is harder to heal. Besides. I've got a lot of methods I'd like to try on your girl."

From his pocket he produced a syringe and held it up to Frosty, "You know what this is? I'll show you." He aimed the needle towards Reina, forcing out some of the clear liquid onto her right arm. Instantly her skin started to burn, causing the female to whimper in agony, "Holy water. Just imagine what would happen if I injected this into her system. Oh the reaction would be a wonderful sight. Not only would she scream until her vocal chords are shot...she might experience other symptoms. Care to find out?"

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Frosty started flailing around frantactly growling, snarling and roaring in anger. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD! i GET MY HANDS ON YOU AND YOU'RE FUCKING THROUGH DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?! I'LL RIP YOU INTO PEICES AND FEED YOU TO THE STRAY DOGS THAT LIVE NEAR MY HOUSE!" He exclaimed as the silver shackles burned at his flesh, he didn't care though, his rage had overwelmed him to point where he pretty much couldn't feel subtle pains.

"YOU FUCK!!! DIE!!" he snarled as he tried pulling the chains out of the wall but to no avail, it was then another hooded figure plunged a silver dagger soaked in holy water in his gut. He let out a snarl of pain as the wound burning only intesified with each passing second. Frosty's struggle was put to an end afterward. He fought so hard to hold back tears, not becuase of the pain that was being inflicted upon him, but becuase of the fear and pain that he might loose the one he loved.

[†The Blood Countess†]

Oh this was just too much fun! Vicious certainly gave him a great assignment. When they cross paths again, he'll have to thank him for this! "Oh dear. Seems you've got yourself a little wound there. Ah, don't worry. I'll take your early exclamations as a yes, then. Alright let's see what this holy water shit can do."

Reina's eyes shot open and she shook her head at the male, desperately squirming, trying to get free. Frosty? Baby please be strong. Don't give up. We'll find a way ou- Her telepathic communication was cut off by the needle plunging into her flesh.

Instantly, a burning shot into her veins, causing her to squirm and whimper. It rushed up her arm, leaving red marks in a spidery form. Were those her veins...?

"Scream, bitch. Don't hold it back. You cannot take the pain much longer."

Reina dug her fangs into her lower lip, trying to subdue the urge to scream and writhe in agony! This was unlike anything she's felt before!

"I SAID SCREAM!"

Reina threw back her head, tears streaming down her face. No. She can't scream! She can't! But she honestly couldn't hold it back much longer. Now the red spider like marks had reached her neck and were now at her heart.

Jaws parted as a horrible cry shot from her vocals. It was enough to send chills down one's back! The vampiress cried, screamed, convulsed, desperately trying to free herself from these bonds!

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A deep roar of sorrow bellowed fourth from Frosty's lungs. A large cracking sound followed as the wall behind him broke. Frosty took a running leap at the hooded man but was taken to the ground as the chain were no longer slack. There he laid back on the floor looking up at his poor lover as she wallowed in agony. Reina... my love... I'm so sorry... He said telepathically as the tears swelled within his enraged emerald eyes. He could do nothing but watch, she was so close, and yet... so far.

Only a few feet laid between him and her, only a few feet mattered. The silver shackles burning his wrists so much that they had finally gone numb by the pain. But the pain of Seing Reina suffer so much was unbearable, if only he had something... ANYTHING! Rage was boiling up inside of him so badly, his emotions flustering up from the shell he was often called. from once empty blackness a flame grew inside. As this flame grew so did the flames on the torches, lighting the area around them.

[†The Blood Countess†]

The two males in the room laughed at the couple's misfortune. How tragic for two people who were in love to lose each other in the end? Well. One might die and the other will live. After one more scream, Reina's body became limp. Finally the pain had subsided!

Don't...blame yourself...I promise...we'll...get out of this somehow. I know we will...be strong my love. If I don't make it, I want you to know that I love you, Frosty.

"Awww...how touching. See this my friend? It shows how true love conquers all...until one dies that is." he chuckled and nudged the person next to him, "Oye. I had my fun. What about you?"

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"Sure, let me have a crack at it." He laughed, as he motioned for someone to drag Frosty back. "Now... what can we do to you? Ah I know..." He stated pulling a wheel table next to him with silver objects sitting in water. He smiled as he pulled a small flat nailfiler like object from the tabel, there were ten there in the bowl of water. On both sides were extremly course edges. He grasped her hand slowly inserted the object under her fingernail, the course edges cutting through the soft flesh allowing the silver and holy water to enter the bloodstream. He did it ten times for each of the objects that were in the bowl.

He smiled as picked up a medical scaple. "We'll just make a small insition here!" He stated as he slashed deeply across her abdomin. "And we'll add a little herbs and spices into the mixture." Stated grabbing a handful of silver power mixed with a greenish powder and rubbing it all into her wound.

[†The Blood Countess†]

Reina tried to keep her hand from being grabbed by the male but to no avail. As soon as the object started pushing into the soft tissue under her nails, she whimpered, toes curling inward. How much longer can she take this?!

Hot tears welled from her eyes and yet, despite all of this, she couldn't help but silently thank God that this was happening to her. Better her than her love. "Stop it! Please I'm begging you! PLEASE STOP!"

Following the incision and the powder being flung into the wound, Reina screeched. By now her wrists were burned raw. But something started happening to the young woman. Those cries slowly evolved into hisses and snarls! Eyes that were once a dark brown turned an icy silver.

"YOU SONS OF A BITCH! I SWEAR TO GOD WHEN I GET LOOSE FROM MY BONDS I WILL KILL YOU ALL-GAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" A knife became imbedded in the right side of her chest. Blood gushed forth from her mouth once more, spilling onto the floor.

With all the damage being done to her body, blood was also starting to run from her eyes! "Damn you...all..."

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As all these things were happening to his love he couldn't help but have the swelled up tears finally spill out and roll down his cheeks. "You bastards... you fucking pussies... I'll... Kill all of you..." It was then that Frosty was slammed in the chest with something hard, the vampire cleched his teeth and growled in pain as his face contorted. A few cracks and pops had told him that his ribs on his right side had just been broken. Within a hooded man's hands was a sledge hammer.

He didn't whimper or anything, it was when he heard Reina screech that he looked over at her, he looked away as pain shot into his heart, not physical pain but emotional. Reina... I love you so much... This should be happening to me not you... I'm so sorry... he told her telepathically.

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"What a fiesty bitch!" The man chuckled as he grabbed a serrated knife. "Do you know why most people survive sliting their wrists?" He asked glarring at the knife and then turned his attention to her arms, "It's becuase they cut across the street and not down the road!" He stated cutting her left arm vertically and then doing the same to her right arm.

He wasn't done though, he stated grabbing a small bottle on the table with holy water in it. "This sure does suck for you." He stated as he slung the bottle and the holy water flung from the mouth of it and landed on her face.

[†The Blood Countess†]

No. Better me than you, Frosty. Don't wish you were in my place because I'd ending doing the same thing. Try to stay optimistic, my love. Try to. Please. If you give up hope who can I rely on? Reina snarled at the male who told her she was feisty. Damned bastard!

Fangs bared as a sharp hiss alone told him just how painful it was to have her arms cut open like this. More and more blood was pouring out of her body, weakening her as the seconds ticked by, crawling on like years.

Then the holy water was splashed into her face. She writhed in pain, cried out but she didn't have a lot of energy to do so now. Any color she had was gone, leaving her white as a sheet. Her clothing was blood sodden, her face caked with dried blood.

Frosty...don't lose hope..........don't...lose hope.....I...love... The vampiress went limp shortly thereafter, head bowed, eyes closed. Not a sound did she make and she made no motion to stand up again.

Was she dead?

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"Reina? REINA?!" he called out to her as she fell limp. "Damn... I think the bitch died on me. Oh well." He laughed as he walked away letting Frosty see the site of his love. Rage suddenly overwelmed him as he let out a roar that sent fear down the spines of those who did this. With great force the chains snapped and Frosty went on the rampage using the chains and ripping through people with them. He ran to Reina as he undid her chains and held her limp and cold body in his arms. Tears fluently flowed from his cheeks as he looked down as her.

It was then, a voice rang out a caugth his attention. "What, is going on here?" the voice that spoke comanded atority as the survivors knelt to one knee and bowed their heads. From the stone staircase above stroded in the Pure blooded killer and his partner the blood countess. "Is someone going to answer me?" He spoke with range in his voice. "[darkorange]Shadows, he ordered us to torture them, even to death sire.[/color]" As vicious gazed upon the scene of Frosty holding Riena and crying over him he was brought to his memory of his dearly departed.

A growl was issued from Vicious' throat as he back handed the servant, the sheer strength of his attack beheaded the man. He then lead into killing each survivor with his bare hands until one remained cowering in fear. "But... but sire... Shadows..." He spoke, he was cut off by a hand grasping his throat and and lifting him in the air and squeezing expodentially. "I AM YOUR MASTER! NOT SHADOWS!" with a squeeze the mans head was disconected from his body that dropped upon the ground. He turned towards Frosty with no words, a simple look upon his face, was it... pity?