SIW: Adam & Bronwille Ch. 12

"Now stand and I'll take you to your new guardian. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you when he wakes up"

Merlin grabbed the short chain between the shackles and forced Derrick to stand up faster and tugged him all the way to the door. With a flick of his other hand the door unlocked and he pulled Derrick behind to the cell that held Ed.

"Don't go getting ideas in that head of yours. You're vampire powers will only come to life when he wakes up. Think twice before trying anything with him. He's only a little bit pissed off because I kept him from killing your partner in crime. He's actually next door and so is Rupert. You see, there will be nothing left of your little gang of misfits. It all ends tonight." Merlin couldn't help the evil laughter that followed his words as he saw the surprised look on Derrick's face.

"You better rest a bit before he wakes up, you'll need it."

With those words Merlin shut the door and locked it tight. He checked that the charms he put on Ed were still in effect, he added a single one that would wake him instantly if someone was trying to hurt him while still asleep.

Now it was time to get Adam and Dave. He was sure they were wondering where he'd be all this time.

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Adam and Dave looked at each other than to the keys they both were holding.

"Have fun I'd say, but that doesn't really go down well. Just get out in one piece, OK?" Dave sounded a bit hyped at the prospect of dealing with Chasey.

"Don't you worry about me, I'll be fine. I'll just grab my knives and have a bit of one on one time with the scumbag in there." Adam nodded at the cell that held Rupert as he went to the bag that sat next to it.

He rummaged a bit through it until he grabbed for the set of KA-BAR's. One looked very old, the blade appeared to have no shine on it as Adam had covered the blade with a few coats of spray paint. His buddies had looked at him oddly back in the day but he explained that it would help hide the presence of the knife longer if the other one didn't see the shiny blade or saw no reflection of it. It didn't take him long to convince them of doing the same.

The second KA-BAR was a newer model, the blade shiny as the day it was bought. The shape was similar, only this one had a handle that wasn't so heavy and the blade was sharpened on both sides.

Adam put the blades on the ground and fished up a rig he could put on to hold both knives. He knew this one wouldn't survive once he shifted but that was fine; Bronwille was worth it.

"I got more in here, you want something?" Adam addressed Dave.

Dave cracked his neck before replying, "No I'm fine with my own set." He wiggled his fingers making clear which ones he was referring to.

"OK, well, stay safe. I'll wait on you if you wait on me, once we're done."

"Deal."

Both men took a deep breath before they used their key to unlock the cell that held their dirt bag.

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Dave closed the door behind him and put away the key in one of his side pockets.

"So we meet again," he said calmly. "Who would have thought that?"

Chasey looked up and his eyes grew wide as he recognized Dave.

"What the hell is going?" he growled.

"Nothing much, just wrapping things up. I'm lucky, I get to play with you!"

Chasey still didn't understand what was going on and tried to get up but the shackles held him down.

"You see, I was happy to help out my Beta get his revenge but things got a bit more serious when I met a young woman. One who captivated me from the second I saw her. You do know what mates are, right?" Not waiting for an answer, he went on. "They told me to be careful, that she's been through a lot. When Adam showed me a little of what she was forced to do, I knew I wanted payback. Guess it's you're lucky day. Never again will you touch Sue, not once will you use her little one as a bargaining chip to keep her in line and no longer is she addicted to your poisonous blood!"

"You-set-us-up!" Chasey growled, his eyes turning a bright crimson red.

"I didn't plan a single thing but I am glad I had to come over. I've found my mate and now I get some playtime with you."

Dave squatted in front of him, tilted his head and laughed shortly.

"How long this will take is up to you." Dave sniffed him out. "You're a youngling, I have those for breakfast. I'll make you a deal. If you're able to get this key you can walk out of here, if not, well..." Dave shrugged.

With a swift movement, Dave unlocked the shackles and freed Chasey. Dave braced for the initial impact he knew was coming.

Chasey went straight for his neck but Dave was prepared and rolled with him, planting his feet in Chasey's groin. As he rolled on his back, he pushed Chasey off him, throwing him to the other side of the room and then finished the roll. Dave didn't get up but stayed on all fours as he quickly shifted into a wolf.

Barely shifted, Dave was almost knocked over as Chasey came running at him. With a catlike jump, he avoided their collision. He growled as he turned towards the vampire. He hurt our mate, he'll pay for it!

They locked eyes and Dave waited patiently for Chasey's next move. Not a second later, he was running towards him again. This time, Dave didn't jump up but stepped sideways as one paw lashed out and caught Chasey on the shoulder. He tore through the layers of clothes with ease, digging deeper into the vampire's flesh.

The metallic smell of fresh blood reached his flaring nostrils, spurring him on for more. He huffed at the vampire as if saying "is that all you got". Dave wasn't done taunting the other one and simply sat down on his haunches.

Chasey turned, checking the damage the wolf had done to his shoulder.

"You are dead!"

He fully unleashed his vampiric beast, the crimson in his eyes going obsidian black, his talons sprouting from his fingers. Chasey even grew in height and width.

Dave watched the change take place and snorted again. Playtime, finally. he got back on all fours, pacing the room slowly, never leaving Chasey out of his line of sight. He waited.

With an unworldly growl, Chasey attacked Dave again, no intention to knock him over but only to get closer. Dave anticipated his move and snapped at the outstretched hands as they came closer. Chasey ducked under him, twisted on his back and tore at Dave's belly.

Dave winced as he felt the talons going through his flesh, a quick inner check told him nothing was harmed, it was just a nasty flesh wound. He turned around and raced towards Chasey, who quickly got onto his feet and stood in a battle stance. Dave recognized it from his training sessions with Adam and decided not to go for the torso as he initially wanted to but went for the knees instead. He knew he'd given Chasey an opening to hurt him badly. Yet he felt confident enough that he could surprise Chasey enough to be sloppy in his counter attack.

As he hoped, Chasey wasn't expecting him to dig his canines into his knee joint. He shook his head from left to right a few times, making sure he did enough damage to render the knee useless. At that point, Chasey wasn't really attacking anymore but was rather trying to get Dave off him. Dave felt him tugging at the hairs in his neck but that didn't do anything for him.

Dave shook one last time and an audible crunch was enough of a sign for him that one knee was out of the running. He let go of Chasey and stepped back.

The vampire fell on his ass, pressing down on his knee, or what was left of it.

Again, Dave sat on his haunches and simply stared at the vampire. Dave watched how Chasey tried to get up several times but each time would buckle with one leg totally useless. Dave shifted back to human form, not a care in the world that he stood naked in front of the other one.

"For being the number two, you sure don't know how to put up a fight. Don't know how to heal yourself? Your vampire daddy didn't teach you that? I do know he taught you how to use and abuse others, especially young females. Well, let me fill you in on a news flash: you won't ever do that again. I know what you made Sue do and knowing she's been put through that deliberately and her daughter used as ransom. Well, that makes me one very angry wolf and an even bigger pissed off mate. Now stand and fight like a man instead of sitting on your sorry excuse of an ass." Dave was getting annoyed with the vampire and was done toying with him. If he didn't get up any second now he would simply rip out his throat and end his life.

"You'll regret those words!" Chasey was struggling to stand but managed to limp towards one of the cave walls.

"Oh really? And what are you gonna do about it? I'm the one still standing on my own two feet. Sure you almost gutted me but see," Dave pointed towards his stomach, "I'm as good as healed. What about you?"

There wasn't much of a reply but a lame attempt of Chasey tackling Dave but failing miserably. It only resulted in Dave grabbing Chasey by the throat and lifting him up.

"You're pitiful, maybe I shouldn't waste any more time with you." With a growl Dave twisted Chasey's neck. He let him drop to the ground and with a grunt buried his partly shifted hand in Chasey's chest, ripping out his heart.

A calm feeling washed over him, his mate was revenged. Now all he had to do was woo her so she'd accept him fully. Looking around, he searched for his ripped up clothes. When he found what was left of his pants, he dug up the key to the cell and let himself out. Next to the door lay a sports bag with a change of clothes. He cleaned his hands as best he could with the towel that was on top and put on the clean clothes. He wanted to race back to the mansion but he had to wait on Adam. He'd promised.

He let himself drop to the floor, dug around in the bag once more and found the bottle of water. He made himself a bit more comfortable and started the waiting game.

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Rupert paced the cell he was in. He had no clue where he was, how he got here and least of all he didn't know how to get out. The door was locked tight and even with his vampiric strength he couldn't open it. The one that put him in here must have known how to deal with his kind.

He was still shaky about the first attack by the werewolf. Ever since he was turned he'd never lost a fight. He didn't even mind fighting dirty, but this werewolf had gotten the best of him. It had taken most of his energy to heal himself and he would need a feeding to feel like himself again.

Searching for a way out, he went over things, maybe clues he missed that could help him figure out what was going on and why it seemed the one man wanted him specifically. He'd pissed off too many people to keep track of the ones who hated his guts. An overdose of confidence made him believe those same people would think twice before coming after him.

Rupert knew he made a fast climb in the gang hierarchy. He had a free choice of who he wanted to fuck or rape or abuse. Despite his dire situation, he couldn't help but think back to his initiation. He had a lot of fun. For weeks on end he had pursued the little redhead at work. She'd go for a drink but never anything more. He'd grown angry with her as she always turned him down. When he finally got his introduction and was told to bring a plaything, willingly or not, he'd knew right away who he'd bring.

It was the night of his life. He had used her good and so did the others. Once she lost consciousness, he had convinced the boss to let her go. That he knew where she lived and that they could have a repeat sometime soon before they would make her disappear. He had shuddered at the prospect of having her again, of pounding his cock in her tight pussy and even tighter ass. The sounds of her gagging on his cock were music to his ears.

Yet she eluded them all. They had dropped her in front of a hospital, wanting to make sure she'd be taken care off so she'd be healed when they would come after her again. He had told them to let her heal, let her feel safe once more before taking her again. That false security would be chattered and they'd be drunk on her fear.

Not that many weeks later he made the mistake of dropping her a note. He had wanted to scare her a little but just like that she vanished without a trace. He looked for her for months but he couldn't find anything, not a phone number not even a forwarding address.

Rupert had paid dearly for his misjudgment but ever since he made sure he was the top dog and listened to every command issued. Luckily for him, it hardly were any he hated doing rather the opposite. Joining the gang and being turned into a vampire was the best thing that could ever happen to him, at least that was what he believed.

He turned his head around when he heard the lock switch and the door slowly opening. The man that entered look vaguely familiar, not like an old friend but he knew he'd seen him before in the last few hours or days even. Something about the guy set him on edge as if the previous assault on him meant nothing compared what this dude could do.

Putting on a brave face he addressed the man haughtily. "Finally someone shows up. Maybe you can fill me in and let me out of this dump?"

"You belief you're getting out of here? Let me crush that little dream, you ain't leaving here. You're mine and trust me, you would wish my friend would have finished you. I'm not here to show you any sympathy, I'm here to get my revenge. You should know what I am and I'll simply give you a name and then you can kiss your sorry life goodbye." Adam's tone was flat and lacked any emotion. He just stood in front of the door. One hand was cradling the old KA-BAR as if it were an old lover.

"What makes you think you can take me on?" The arrogance was covering the fear that was crawling up inside Rupert.

"Bronwille Reid." Adam stood still, giving Rupert a few seconds to let it sink it.

"What of her? Did you find that slut?" Inwardly, Rupert's mind was working overtime. He knew the man in front of him was a were, by the looks of it also a pretty powerful one. They were about the same height but that's were any similarities ended.

"You're going to regret calling her that. Better yet, you'll regret ever meeting her. It's enough to say I know; I know all what you lot did to her. All that ends tonight. Derrick and Chasey's life is forfeit as we speak."

"Lies. Derrick still lives!"

"Hmm maybe for the moment. But he's locked up with one angry wolf, one who right now only wants blood to sate his inner rage. I'm sure they'll get up close and personal. Just like we are. So cut the bull shit and see how long you can stay alive."

Rupert almost crapped his pants because those words were barely spoken as Adam rushed in and slashed his upper arms. Stunned by the sudden attack he needed a few seconds to get his bearings. In those few precious seconds, it dawned on him how it all connected. This bulky wolf was the slut's mate and she must have told him what had happened to her.

Just knowing she was walking around, being happy just made him angry and jealous. Jealous because this piece of shit in front of him was tapping her. He still felt weak from his forced healing earlier but he willed his beast to the front. Having been taught a lesson by the first wolf, he knew now not to underestimate them. The cuts stung only a little bit but it made him aware he needed to pay attention.

His eyes never left the other one. Anticipating another fast attack, he stalked the cell from one side to the other. Annoyance grew as he saw the other one just playing with the big knife; tossing it in the air time after time, each time catching it by the handle without even looking at it.

Rupert had enough of the waiting game and with inhumane speed, attacked only to find himself flying through the air and landing with a loud thud on the cell door behind his target. With a loud grunt he tried to stand, doubling over from the pain in his gut. Looking down, all he saw was blood seeping through his already torn clothes. His crimson eyes searched for the other one. The anger rose as he found him leaning against the wall where he stood before he attacked.

"Don't be a cry baby now. Be a man. Don't be a pussy that has to drug women to get laid, or rather rape them. A real man woos his woman, he doesn't kidnap her."

Rupert felt his anger boil over at the taunting words of the other man. Biting back his discomfort, he went after him again. His talons at full length, he aimed for the broad chest, not caring where he'd cut him. He just craved his blood, he wanted to bath in it! He knew he went through something but his moment didn't last long as he felt a blade piercing his side. Grunting hard, he tried to disentangle them but he was trapped by the twisting blade and a large hand grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking his head backwards.

"You really are a pitiful excuse of a vampire you know. Maybe I should just cut you up bit by bit. See how long that will take me. See if I can make it last as long as you abused Bronwille. What do you have to say about that? I kinda like that idea."

Adam bristled with anger at the underperformance of Rupert. He wanted a fight. Now it felt like he was gutting him just for the sake of gutting him. He wanted Rupert to hurt, he wanted to bleed him out slowly, he wanted to hear him beg for his sorry life. So many things he wanted but wasn't getting.

He yanked Rupert's head backwards and growled. He felt his wolf rushing to the fore front and wanting his own piece of the little shit but he held his wolf in check. He wasn't done yet. Slowly he removed the KA-BAR and stabbed him in the groin. Pulling back he lunged again, going for the artery in Rupert's thigh. It looked like Adam was losing his senses but he knew very well what he was doing. One by one he stabbed and twisted his knife in each of his body's major blood vessels, making sure that Rupert would bleed out.

He was aware this wouldn't kill Rupert, it would just make him very very weak. Simply killing him wouldn't ease his need for revenge, he wanted him to realize that his time was up. Rupert struggled to keep standing but Adam shoved him away and he fell to the ground.

"I could shift and rip your limbs off one by one. Don't think I'll bother. I'm puzzled though. How did you lot get into such a position while you can't even fight to save your own sorry ass? Derrick wasn't a good vampire daddy? Here I am wanting revenge, get my own pay back for what you did to Bronwille. I'm rather disillusioned by you, mister hot shot."

Adam stood up and took the second knife.

"This is going to hurt."

Adam gave up part of his sanity and let the wolf take over for the majority without shifting. A shift would simply end the vampires life and he wanted him to suffer. Both KA-BAR's in hand he started making cuts next to the places he stabbed.

Rupert started screaming but he ignored the pleas, he even stabbed Rupert through the hand with which he tried to avoid more cuts. The cuts started to be deeper and the slashed became more viscous.

Suddenly Adam stepped back and shook his head.

This isn't right! I want revenge but I'm not a torturer! His wolf disagreed, he made it clear he wanted to do more, he wanted to rip and tear the flesh of the vampires bones. He wanted to rip out his heart and devour it. No! if we do all that we won't be any better than they were, then he was. He can't heal himself anymore, all that is left is death. You can have the kill but that's it. I've got my revenge. Adam had great difficulty convincing his wolf to see things his way.

He understood his need but he knew he couldn't let his wolf do that. It would eat him up alive knowing what he did. His time in Vietnam bubbled up too. He had lost control there, his need for blood overpowering his senses. Not one of the Vietnam soldiers survived his rage. He reasoned with the wolf again. It was enough. They had changed too. Adam tried to explain that if they went ahead they wouldn't be any better than the one killed and they had to try and be above that. They had to so their mate would be proud of them.