Building of Prison

[Victor Van Alberict]

The building of prison laid close to the headquarter of the vampires and it was an old building but contained great glass windows on top of the roof in the middle, from there the Vampire king and Queen could look down and straight into its cells were their prisons laid even it could be covered at times by metal to protect against others. It was strictly guarded and had many guards around it though hidden in the shadows to not be seen, the vampires who guarded it was protected by the sun as they wear suits to withstand the light. Sensors around it was also made to kill of any enemy stepping over it from the inside and out, if some tried to flee the building, the prisoners would turn to ashes no matter what but only if they were locked with chains.
It had one gate and it was at the front of the building, it was a large old door and was carved in with monsters onto it to scare away others.

After fighting in the battle at the White House, Victor now returned to his headquarter, but was not alone. A prisoner was with him and it was not just anyone, but the powerful Alena Wulf, the Queen of the lycans, who now was taken directly to the prison, where she would be kept and tortured. He was satisfied, his plans had turned out well after this mission against their enemies. But the trophy of having the lycan mother severely wounded and almost dead in captivity was the greatest glory.

Gallantly he came flying down from the sky with the naked body of Alena on top of his shoulder, her wounds were bleeding as he landed but it did not bother him. Carefully he moved on to wards the door of prison and entered it with great sense of victory were others could see the leader of the enemy was taken, many wanted to see her dead but Victor had speared her for some greater reason he had planned for her. Swiftly he walked with her on the shoulder until he reached a room who was small but enough to share a bed and some other things needed for her to live, carefully he took her and laid her down to the bed before ordering some servants to check on her to make sure she was not dead yet. He wanted her alive for great purpose to come, it was much that was needed to be done and he wanted to cause her more pain then she already had been given.

[Alena Wulf]

Alena’s spine had not been severed, nor had her heart or brain been pierced, so the Lycan Mother would survive. But her body was pretty mangled. Her right shoulder blade had been cracked as well as a couple of the top ribs along her right ribcage. And some of her internal organs had been punctured by the iron pikes at the white house, as well as the muscle in her right thigh.
Her body fell limply to the bed as Victor set her down, blood staining the sheets. Alena remained in a dark, uncomfortable unconsciousness; there would be no waking from this until she regained some of the blood she’d lost. But the increased speed of her Lycan healing had already kicked in, and was beginning to repair Alena’s wounds, closing up the holes where she’d been impaled, and fixing together the tissue and organs. Even the bones of her ribs and scapula (shoulder blade) were being placed back into their correct positions by the Lycan healing and were beginning to mend themselves back together.
The Mother of Lycanthropy lay unmoving on the prison bed, unaware of her location or that she was being looked over by a handful of Vampyres that wanted to cause her great pain and watch her die.

[Victor Van Alberict]

The Vampire servants surely helped Alena Wulf in the healing process even they did not like doing it but it was Victor`s orders and they had to be obeyed, serious and curious the vampire king looked across the naked body in front of him as the lycan mother was slowly healing by herself and the help given to her. It was an interesting sight seeing a such powerful being as her laying unconscious and unmovable at the bed, it made his thoughts wonder but sonly returned to the presence as she was getting healed finished. After so many years of warfare against the lycans they finally had succeeded in taking their strongest leader which now was in deep prison-ship at the vampires, Victor had captured the lycan mother and there was no way for her to escape.

Vampire servant: "My lord, the lycan mother is finished fixed. The rest will be healed by herself, do you want us to leave or are their anymore you want us to do?"

Victor: "No, its fine..leave us."

As it was said the servants nodded to their king and left gracefully, making sure not turning their back on him as such would kill them. The door was closed and Victor`s gaze then turned to the presence which laid on the bed, it was a great sight and it pleased him. Gently he moved closer and sat down next to her, leaning down to look into her eyes even they were closed as his one hand started moving from her leg and up to her cheek.

"So weak, so powerful...now you are mine to torture."He said with a smirk and then showed up his teeth as he sniffed in the air of her body, from the neck and up. It was refreshing to feel the smell of a lycan in front of him, its tension made him satisfied and having one in captivity as she, was even better. Guards were guarding the prison all over in the shadows and had good security system, the doors and windows would be blocked by metal if the trigger went off but also guns could appear and kill the enemy target who was shown.

"You should be more careful, specially when dueling an undefeated champion like me." Victor said deep and dark, almost like thousands of demonic voices coming at the same time and it was evil.

[Alena Wulf]

You’re mine. Those words echoed and bounced from the corners of Alena’s mind, Victor’s voice haunting the darkness of her unconsciousness. Arrogance and evil intentions prevailed in the tone of the voice, and it became deeper and deeper as the words repeated themselves.
Alena lay still, unmoving on the bed even after the Vampyre servants had left her with Victor. But inside her mind, Alena was furious and laughing all at once, at Victor’s claim over her. She shouted threats in her mind, out into the blackness that surrounded her, beckoning Victor to come out from where he was hiding. The events taking place in her mind, Alena was convinced to be real and was unaware of their actual falsity.
But the dream darkness did start to fade, and the heaviness that hung over her mind began to sift away as her body healed from the wounds it had been dealt.
The lack of conscious left, but Alena remained sleeping on the bed, somewhat tired from all of the events that had led her to this moment. It seemed to her that from beyond her awareness, she was brushed along her body. And the sensation brought Raven Lestat into mind; consuming for a brief time, her dreams. But her sleep was still heavy, and the Mother of Lycans did not wake.

[Victor Van Alberict]

Victor stared at the lycan from above her with furious and serious eyes, thinking how great it was to have the queen of his enemies before him and now he was able to do everything he wished for as she was unconscious. Many great plans he had for her and wanted to cause her pain even right now he watched her heal finish so more damage could be caused and made by his hands, softly he touched her cheek and withdrawed it as he stood up looking down at her naked body. For a moment he had to smile as he saw this but swiftly hidden it inside the back of his mind so his lover Sara would not discover them that easily, Alena was surely an attractive woman but it would need much energy to trick him.

Gently he moved over to pick her up again, placing his one arm under her feet's as the other went under her head so he would be able to carry her wherever he wished. At this moment he had decided to take her to the torture chamber were all their criminals and law breakers was brought, swiftly he went to wards the door and kicked it up with his foot before he went down threw the hallway to bring her into the chamber of pain. Vampires as they were old had agreed to use old methods as it came to torture, in many centuries they had taken ideas from others but also made new ones.

The house was dark and dirty with spider nests in the corner all over as the vampires liked it, specially Victor since he was brought more into evil by the training of Raven. Down the hallway he went, carrying the lycan mother in his arms while the guards stared from the shadows at this incident happened. When they reached the torture chamber of pain, many cells could be seen with prisoners inside from many kinds of races. Some were demons, some were vampires and some were lycans or other evil spirits placed in bottles for keeping. Torture equipment was filled over the room as blood could be seen on the floor, there red blood but also green..mostly caused by the demons pain.

Not far away from were Victor had entered along with the lycan mother in his arms, they could see chains placed onto the walls were he moved over to. There he locked her up as her hands would be turned up and she hanged down, Victor smiled of this view and stood there thinking for a moment but also waiting for her to wake up. Loud and painful screams could be heard in the background by another lycan, the beast was being dragged in feet's and legs on a stretching bench as the lycan mother was soon about to be caused another sort of pain. He got inpatient and therefor went to the melting oven to get a stick with a warm point on so that he could give her a mark for life, he loved pain and would do everything to make her scream."Time to wake up mother of lycans, your time of pain as come!"He said load and deep, moving closer to see if she was waking up by his words.

[Alena Wulf]

Alena’s eyes opened briefly, but slumber was still thickly about her. It seemed she was being carried in the arms of someone strong; she thought of Raven, and her heavy eyes closed and sleep took over again.
But the transferring of her from the prison bed to the torture chamber was enough to jar Alena awake finally. Sounds made themselves known to her; the pained howls and whimpers of a Lycan were what opened Alena’s eyes at last.
She lifted her head up slowly, not bothering to look around; her gaze stopped immediately on Victor. And her ice eyes glared at the Vampyre from underneath her hair and brow.
The events at the White House all came back to her, and Alena could only assume that the struggle there was over. She hoped Vincent had managed to escape, although his odds were not good.
Alena just hung there against the cold wall, her wrists chained high on the wall. She watched as Victor approached with the hot iron, but did not move or make a sound; she would not give him the pleasure of seeing her recoil.
The Lycan in the background continued to howl and cry, and his show of pain disgusted Alena; but she knew at least that that Lycan was not Vincent.

[Victor Van Alberict]

The lycan in the background howled in pain and suffering as it was being stretched to the death, suddenly a large sound of a bones breaking could be heard while it had reached the limit of what the lycan had managed to resist. Victor who still was watching Alena as this happened, saw that she slowly awoke by the screams and smiled evilly at her, pleased that she was under his captivity and that the prisoners was feeling pain in the distance behind him. He loved the torture chamber as much pain happened in it but right now it was the lycans mother turn to feel the pain she had caused him and his race threw out the ages, it was up to him to finish with Raven had started even he hated him for what he had done.

Slowly he moved closer with the hot iron he had taken forth which would make her a mark for life, but before he decided to do that he saw her feet's was loose and leaned down to lock them up before it was to late. When it was done he turned back looking at her as he stood straight and close, holding the hot iron close to her neck once more but did not do anything yet, instead he spoke.

"Ah finally, your awake."He said with an evil smirk but then continued speaking in a deep evil tone."It seems like you got yourself in trouble." He smiled to himself as he stepped away for a moment, turning his back on her as he spoke on."Oh by the way...I am sorry....for hurting you!"He said and added the last sentence with a bit of power as he spoke deep, moving the hot iron quickly against her neck and burned it into her skin. "On other thoughts, rather not sorry. "He said as his eyes glared red for a moment but faded back to his normal color as he moved away the hot iron from her neck." You have caused destruction against the vampires for a long time and its time for you to pay up."

[Alena Wulf]

Alena gasped as the hot branding iron touched her neck. The skin and tiny hairs along her spine and down the back of her neck rose in tiny goose bumps at the sensation. She shuddered subtly, and her fists clenched the chain bonds above her.
The burning was like ecstasy, and was so hot it froze her. Alena relished this pain that made her feel so alive, and looked into Victor’s blood-red eyes as he performed this act of retribution. Her own eyes reflected pleasure and amusement; no trace of pain or fear to be found.
Her only dismay was that she would now and forever be branded with whatever Vampyric symbol this King has chosen for her. But Alena did not mourn. She loved playing games, and would play this one with the same heart and soul as she’d played all of the others.
Alena grinned at Victor, her four pointed canine teeth showing playfully. And then, although she was completely restrained, lacking any covering at all, and was in the middle of a Vampyre torture chamber, the Mother of Lycanthropy laughed. It was soft at first but then her laughter grew somewhat louder. She looked boldly at this Vampyre, and spoke firmly, her words chosen especially just to piss him off, "You aren’t half the Vampyre Raven Lestat was."

[Sara]

Sara entered the Prison, only because Victor had asked her to join him. She really found no pleasure in torturing others, but she was Victor’s Queen and if she could please him in anyway possible she would. She watched Alena, as she came to Victor’s side and leaned into him, “Come now, Alena,” she insisted, “Victor is not Raven. He is himself. You of all people should know that.”

She looked at the wolf mother with pity. No hatred, just pity. She was naked, and her body exposed to all who entered the chamber. Sara would not want to be in Alena’s situation. Hang on! Why was he pitying the dog? Shouldn’t she dis-like the lycans for all they had done to her kind? For some reason she couldn’t find it in her to hate the mother.

[Victor Van Alberict]

A quick and hard punch was caused the lycan mother cheek in response to her words as she started laughing and told him he was different then Raven had been, she angered and teased him with what she could even she was locked with the chains against the wall but Victor did not care as long he caused her pain even he did not like insults from others. His temper was short and easily was angered to do terrible things, when Sara sonly showed up in the distance his gaze was drawn to her and it calmed him down for a bit.

He smiled gently and watched her until she reached his position and leaned close to him as a real woman lover would do, she was his queen and respected her deeply but he knew she was not fond of torture. Victor wanted her there anyway as he needed someone to calm him down from time to time even he was pleased to cause his enemies pain by his methods of torture, he still held the hot iron in his one hand which he had given the mark of his house onto Alena, to show she was the prisoner of his house. Nothing could save her now, she was heavily guarded and the place had never been left by captivities before as it had good security.

Sara was true in what she said, he was not Raven but himself and therefore his minions respected him more then they ever had done to their previous king. Victor had shown great leadership and strength but also he was the born ruler, Raven had been kinder in his age as he was not. Victor wanted power and dominance over the world while Raven Lestat only had wished for them to hide and fight the lycans for his cause, the war had started by him and the new king of the vampires knew this but rarely told anyone about it."Sara is right, I am not him. I am myself but more different and better then he was, his time ended by my hand and now your life will end as well."He said deep and dark as his eyes turned red again after they had been in his normal color, suddenly he swift went on with the iron stick and smacked it right into her stomach to cause her pain and maybe break some ribs as he did so.

[Alena Wulf]

A satisfied smirk slid across Alena’s features at Victor’s punch, and she turned her head back toward him. It didn’t seem hard to elicit a reaction from this Vampyre. Somehow she would find a way to turn this torture around, and get under his skin more than he would get under hers. Alena moistened her lips as Sara approached Victor’s side, and addressed her.
Who would have known Vampyres could feel compassion toward one another? Who would have known they could pretend to still have hearts?
Alena knew.
It was still strange to see it displayed in Victor and Sara’s interactions. Alena was very bitter that Raven had been taken away from her by this Vampyre, and she wanted to destroy the bond that he felt with Sara.
Strange, also because Alena could sense no hint of excitement or joy in Sara at her captivity, or in the torment she would be given. While Victor obviously wanted to make this as painful for Alena as he could.
The Mother of Lycans started to laugh again when Victor boasted that he was better than Raven.
She grunted quietly as Victor swung the iron bar at her stomach, and she tried to cough. But the wind had been knocked out of her, and it was only after a couple moments that Alena could finally take in air. Her ribs stung profoundly, and she was certain a few of them had cracked. A thick, warm lump formed in her chest, and she looked down at her fractured ribs. She coughed up a small clump of blood, and spit it at Victor, saying a bit roughly, “Don’t ever say it’s my time.”

[Sara]

Sara watched, keeping her own wits about her. The Lycan Mother did not take well to insults. Sara could see that. Her laughter was the source, that only wounded her more. That too, Sara noticed. Neither Victor or Alena enjoyed insults, yet they threw them at one another, like there was no tomorrow.

She moved her eyes away when Victor brought a crowbar down upon Alena’s stomach, and then she heard the ball of blood from Alena’s insides being flung at Victor. She turned her focus on Alena, “Everyone dies, Alena,” Sara insisted, “Time is not something you can change. When fate is close at hand, you can only accept it. If it is your time. It is your time.”

Sara ripped part of her shirt to wipe away the blood on Victor’s neck. She looked at him from beneath her lashes for a moment, her mind echoed in his, and she sent him telepathically, “Can I get you something?”

[Victor Van Alberict]

Victor laughed by the pain he caused the lycan mother as he had hit her with the iron stick, shortly after she spat back at him in pain even she tried to hide it, this insulted him even more and was not happy about it. He stopped laughing and then turned his gaze more serious at her before closing his eyes for a short moment before opening them up again but this time, his eyes glowed red of anger as his vampire teeth showed. Swift and quick he grabbed her neck with his strength as Sara answered Alena of the words she had spoken of when the blood-spit had hit his face, Victor wanted to squeeze her neck till death but decided not to. Harshly he lot go of the grip that had been around her neck and turned looking over at Sara, the blood was on his face but instead of removing it he licked the closest away which was close to his mouth but the rest he lot Sara remove.

The glare Victor had was evil and sonly turned back steering at Alena again which was in front locked against the wall, she was naked but it did not bother him as he just wanted to cause the lycan pain before finally dying. She was a queen and therefore needed a proper death suited for what she was, the iron stick he held in his hand he laid away before returning to Sara`s thoughts which she had sent him.*Yes, could you give me that clamp over there...at the table."He answered and turned his look were it was to show what he meant, he needed it for his next way of torture, he was going to make the lycan suffer great pain.

[Alena Wulf]

Alena would have replied to Sara’s comment, but was soon apprehended by Victor. She snickered at this reaction in her thoughts, but for obvious reasons, could not actually laugh. His hate made her happy, and his irritation at her remarks amused her.
She smiled as Victor choked her, she hadn’t been expecting that. The anger and threat of death was very apparent in his sadistic glare. She could tell his intent was for pain, but the feeling was quite the opposite. He did not know what he was doing to her. Her knees felt weak, but not because of the pain, and it was perhaps good that she was being held up by the chains. The beating of her heart increased, and her toes curled slightly.
As Victor turned away, she took in a quiet breath. Her ribs and chest were sore and felt worse than bruised. The feeling was thick and suffocating, and yet light with the sharp pricks of violation, and it was difficult to properly breathe. But Alena felt good. She did not say anything, but kept a small, confident smirk at her lips.

[Sara]

Sara watched him grasp Alena’s neck and then when he asked for the clamp, without hesitation she went over and retrieved it for him. She could feel Alena’s emotions towards Victor’s anger, but dared not say anything about them, because it would just make him worse, and it usually took a lot to calm Victor down. But Sara, made him calm which sometimes made him appear soft. When he was fighting or such, she would stay away just so he did not have that stereotype upon him. She would not keep his pride and glory away from him.

She took up the clamp, and came over, taking his hand and placed it in his hand, “Not to much damage,” her mind sent him telepathically again, “Otherwise, you will not enjoy the next torture session as she won’t feel anything.”

She told him this, still with the clamp tight in her hand, before she actually let him take it.