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knightedwriter · 7 years ago

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“Offer Yourself”

Happy happy birthday @lux-scriptum! You requested some very evil Fangs and I hope this lives up to your expectations ;)

Also some general warning for violence, torture, etc. up ahead. Like...much more than I’ve posted before.

“There they are. I told you they’d come for you.”

Garrick’s breath left him all at once. Blood roared in his ears. His vision tunneled on the sight before them, the sight that sent his heart racing, the sight that shouldn’t be.

The wind whistled through the tiny alleyway, brushing over the goosebumps on Garrick’s skin and dancing through Draeya’s hair. It blew clouds over the night sky, but not enough to cover the crescent moon. Silver light draped cold, sickly fingers over the two figures at its end: one small and shaking, the other squatted by her side, arm draped over her shoulders. A flash of much too sharp teeth much too close to his daughter’s ear as the taller figure met his eyes.

His sword glowed silver in the moonlight. He pointed it at the vampire before them, not sure when he’d drawn it, only that it shook in his grip in a way it never had before.

Fangs straightened up with a tsk. “What kind of father points a sword at his own daughter? She could get hurt.”

The careless drawl turned Garrick’s shock into a frigid rage. His shaking subsided. “Let. Her. Go.”

Fangs’ mouth curled upward, and his eyes brightened to a fevered, bloody red. “I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands, little knight.” He let go of Draeya’s shoulder to run a hand through her hair, petting her with such zealous interest that Garrick thought he’d like to rip his arm off.

“You keep touching her and I’m going to rip your arm off.”

Der’s snarl finally made Fangs break eye contact with Garrick, if only for a moment. Garrick glanced over as well, relaxing. He wasn’t alone.

The relief vanished. Alderon’s hands were curled into shaking fists and he was breathing too quickly. Scared. Garrick’s jaw tightened. If he could pick up on it, then Draeya would too.

Sure enough, tears gathered in Draeya’s eyes. She whimpered, and Fangs stiffened.

And then grinned.

“Goodness, Alderon, I think you’re scaring her,” he said in a low voice. He took hold of Draeya’s chin before either of them could breathe a word, tilting her head up to look at him. “It’s alright, sweetie.” He gave her a reassuring smile and patted her cheek.

Alderon’s growl vibrated through the air until Garrick could feel it in his rib cage. He wished he could match the fury of that sound. All he could do was glare and hope Fangs dropped dead.

“You both act like I’m going to hurt her,” Fangs continued, raising his eyebrows. “I’ll have you know I genuinely dislike hurting children.”

“Then there’s no need to hold her hostage,” Garrick said coldly. “Let her go.”

“Not so fast, my sweet. I think you may have misunderstood me.” Fangs drew Draeya closer and ran fingers through her hair again.

Alderon stepped forward before Garrick could stop him, voice rising into a roar. “I told you not to—”

Draeya let out a shrill screech that shook Garrick to the very core. Fangs lifted her into the air by her neck, eyes as sharp as flint. The grin had dropped in favor of a curious expression as he observed their reactions. When Alderon’s hands rose up, as if to fight, Fangs’ long fingernails dug into the delicate skin of Draeya’s throat, drawing sharp cries of pain as she writhed in his grip. Alderon froze.

Garrick started to hyperventilate. He had no idea what to do. He had no idea what to do.

Fangs squeezed and Draeya let out a sob. Something in him snapped.

“Stop! Please stop! Whatever you want we’ll do it, just stop hurting her please!”

Everyone froze as his voice rose up in a near wail. He couldn’t spare a thought for what he’d just offered. It didn’t matter. He’d rather submit then let Draeya suffer while they dithered.

Fangs cocked his head, oh-so-slowly. “Drop your sword.”

Garrick dropped it. The clang echoed in the alley and brought a smile to Fangs’ lips.

“You know what I want.”

Of course he did. Garrick hesitated only a moment before stepping forward.

“Garrick don’t—”

“Once you have me, you let her go,” Garrick said, cutting Alderon off. “And you don’t hurt her again.”

Fangs didn’t answer, but Garrick hadn’t expected him to. If it came to it, he’d just cover Draeya’s retreat, even if it meant…he swallowed, squared his shoulders, and started forward again.

“Garrick!”

Alderon reached for him, but Garrick twisted around him and closed the distance before Alderon could stop him.

Fangs smiled down at him, eyes flashing a hungry red. “Remove all those daggers, little knight.”

Garrick swallowed down bile as he reached for his belt. Fangs still held Draeya in the air. She’d stopped struggling and stared down at him with wide green eyes. He gave her a reassuring smile as he removed the last of his weapons. Some part of him hoped he might see an opening, a chance to attack maybe, but nothing presented itself.

At last, weaponless, Garrick spread his palms. “That’s it. Let her go.”

“You don’t command me,” Fangs murmured. “Beg.”

“Please.”

Even Fangs seemed surprised at the quick response. He raised an eyebrow, and then, almost mockingly gentle, he lowered Draeya to the ground and let her go.

Garrick caught a flash of finger marks and bruising on Draeya’s neck before she barreled into him, wrapping her arms around his middle. He hesitated before returning the hug. He rubbed her back and crooned softly while she cried. She had a death grip on him, and he didn’t blame her, but Fangs wouldn’t wait forever. The sooner he got her away from him, the better.

He peeled her arms away from his middle, brushed some hair behind her ear with a smile, and then nudged her toward Alderon, who stood, frozen, mouth pulled down in despair, pain in his eyes. Draeya tottered toward him but stopped halfway when she realized Garrick wasn’t following.

“Da?”

She both said and signed it, and Garrick’s heart ached so terribly he thought his knees might buckle. He opened his mouth to encourage her onward—

—and choked as Fangs’ hand wrapped around his throat and dragged him back.

Draeya cried out and darted toward him, but Alderon caught her. Garrick silently thanked him, glad Alderon still had enough sense to protect her.

Fangs lifted him up in the air and slammed him against a wall, hard enough that Garrick’s vision flickered. When it refocused, all he could see was bright red and sharp teeth. Warmth dripped down the back of his head.

“You bastard!” Alderon snarled. “Let him go!”

Fangs tutted and tightened his hold on Garrick’s throat, making him choke. “You should know by now coming closer won’t do anything for you.”

“Please.” Alderon’s voice broke and Garrick ached to hold him. “Please let him go.”

Fangs closed his eyes, face softening. “You know I would give you anything, if I could.” He sighed and opened his eyes. “But not this. This is good for you, my love. I promise.”

Before anyone could respond, a snap resounded throughout the alley. Garrick barely held back a scream, but his shout made Draeya cry for him again, her voice almost raised in a scream itself. Garrick gritted his teeth over the pain. The world tilted and spun as his broken arm dropped to his side, but he forced himself to breathe and think.

“Fangs please—” Alderon started to sob.

No, no. Garrick couldn’t let him lose himself.

“Alderon.”

Fangs pulled back enough for Garrick to see Der off to the side. He’d fallen to his knees, holding Draeya to his chest to shield her from the gruesome sight of his arm. Garrick forced his vision to focus in on them, to memorize everything about them, everything he loved. But only for a moment. Fangs had paused to look at him, head cocked. Garrick had to use the time he’d been given.

“Get her out of here,” he croaked.

Alderon’s mouth leapt open.

“Now, Der,” he snapped. He barely had breath to speak, much less argue. He had to convince Alderon to leave. “Please. Don’t let her see him torture me.”

Fingers caressed his face, heart-stoppingly close to his eyes. Garrick refused to look away from Alderon’s frozen form, silently pleading Der to listen to him.

“What a good father,” Fangs murmured, still petting him. “But I think this is good for her, too.”

Pain shot through him. Fangs had buried a hand in his shoulder, his strike so fast Garrick hadn’t even seen it. His vision tunneled on the blood spurting over Fangs’ knuckles. A ringing started up in his ears. All else dropped away.

Fangs twisted his hand. Garrick screamed.

The sound grated in his ears, echoing down the alley until he thought it might never end. He hated the helplessness in it, the instinctive jerk he made as his body, without his consent, struggled to free itself. He had no control, he had no control, he had no control—

He caught sight of Alderon out of the corner of his eye, Draeya held tight in his arms, tears streaking down his face.

“Go!” Garrick forced his scream to turn into words. “Just go!”

Alderon hesitated before mouthing something Garrick couldn’t hear. Even so, he knew.

“I love you, too,” he whispered as Alderon disappeared around the corner. He’d pay for the words shortly, but that was one sentence he’d never leave unsaid.

He forced his gaze back to Fangs, surprised to find him licking the blood off his gory fingers. He’d pulled his hand out without Garrick even noticing. As Garrick watched, his eyes burned an even brighter red. A clawed hand wrapped around his jaw, the tight hold distracting from the pain in his shoulder and arm.

“You love him, huh?” Fangs whispered, a knifed edge to his voice. “You love him?” He barked out a chilling laugh, the gore on his breath sickening. “No, I don’t think so. You don’t know the first thing about him.”

Garrick’s mind started to race. A desperate hope sunk into him. If he could just keep Fangs talking, he might give Alderon enough time to get some help.

Fangs’ hold tightened around his jaw before he could even open it to speak. “No. You’re done talking.”

Garrick didn’t know what happened next. Agony ripped through him and the world became nothing but blurred color and muffled, burbling screams. He was struggling, he was sure of it, but his body seemed so far away.

Darkness fell.

When he finally woke, Fangs was sucking on the side of his neck, pulling blood from the bite he must have inflicted when Garrick blacked out.

Garrick groaned and even that small sound sent bolts of pain through his face. His jaw hung open, but when he tried to close it, the moan became a winded gasp. Darkness closed in on the edges of his vision again and he fought to stay awake.

In retrospect, maybe he shouldn’t have.

Fangs’ scarlet eyes blurred into focus in front of him. Garrick hated how he gasped for breath, his agony clear in each ragged inhale. Fangs just watched, impassive. There wasn’t even that twisted joy in his face that Garrick had come to expect when he tortured someone.

Fingers pressed to his face and Garrick flinched, a whine leaving his lips before he could stop it. He squeezed his eyes shut as tears burned down his cheeks past his broken jaw.

Fangs took hold of his chin and turned Garrick back to face him, eliciting a small cry of pain.

“Open your eyes,” Fangs commanded softly.

Garrick did so without fuss, not wanting to invite any more injury than he had to. He didn’t want Der and the others to find a corpse mangled beyond recognition, though he had little hope Fangs would be kind enough not to do that.

Fangs held his gaze for a few seconds before letting go of his jaw. Garrick flinched again when he raised his hand, expecting a blow. Instead, when he finally looked back, Fangs brushed his hair behind his ears, his touch featherlight. He moved his hand to the top of Garrick’s head, starting to pet him. A frown settled on his face.

“You’ve caused so much trouble,” he murmured. “If you’d only left him, we wouldn’t be here.”

Garrick just stared at him. Trying to speak was a waste of his time, given the broken jaw and Fangs’ likely rage at anything he tried to say. He let himself go limp instead, the last of his energy draining out of him. The hope was gone, now. Fangs intended to get the job done this time. Nobody would save him. He wasn’t even sure he wanted them to. This was his failure.

“I hate this,” Fangs snarled suddenly. “The only thing interesting about you was your fight. You telling me you’re just going to die silently?”

Garrick didn’t even know how Fangs could find something to be angry about in this situation. He’d won.

Maybe that wasn’t enough.

“Typical,” Fangs continued. “No wonder he never turned you. You’re just like any other human.”

Garrick almost laughed at that. As it was, his mouth quirked upward in the best attempt at a smile he could manage.

Fangs growled and shook him. “You find this funny, little knight? Don’t tell me you have some fight after all?”

Despite the pain and the massive amount of effort it took to speak without blacking out, Garrick couldn’t resist getting a jab in. “You don’t get Alderon. You never did.” His words fumbled and slurred, but Fangs’ widened eyes encouraged him. “And you certainly don’t get me.”

Fangs bared his teeth, rage roiling in his eyes. The hold on Garrick’s front tightened. Garrick prepared himself for Fangs’ punishment, but then the rage died away and Fangs threw back his head to laugh.

The sound bounced down the alley, a metallic edge to it. Garrick winced as the ringing in his ears worsened.

“Oh, my sweet,” Fangs whispered, breathless from the laughter. He cradled Garrick’s face, causing shoots of pain in his jaw. “I don’t have to get you. You’re only human.” He pressed closer, his eyes filling up Garrick’s vision. “As for Alderon…I have all the time in the world to understand him. More time than you would have ever had.”

Fangs’ hands moved away, and Garrick prepared himself for another blow. He still gasped as Fangs grabbed hold of his broken arm. He dragged it up, pulled the ring from his finger, and threw it to the side. The ting as it bounced off rock shook Garrick more than it should have. He felt naked without that weight on his finger.

The grip on his ring finger tightened. Fangs jerked it back the wrong way. Garrick let out a wail even before the sickening crunch of bone reached his ears.

Fangs let his arm drop, drawing another pained sound. He returned to Garrick’s neck and nipped hard all the way up to Garrick’s jaw. Garrick barely felt it. He’d gone limp again, and his gaze trailed over Fangs’ shoulder, blurring in and out.

The bite brought him back. Fangs hushed him when he gasped, fingers clawing down his back hard enough to draw blood. He didn’t know how long Fangs drank from him, but a chill had settled deep into his limbs by the time Fangs drew back. His very bones felt like ice.

Fangs tangled fingers in his hair again, stroking him. Garrick found himself leaning into that softness, and bile rushed up his throat. He wanted to think it was Alderon petting him, comforting him, but he couldn’t quite delude himself.

“You were so triumphant when you spoke earlier,” Fangs whispered in his ear. “Now look at you. Whimpering for me. Wanting me to hold you. Prey.”

This time, Garrick didn’t answer. He couldn’t, even if he wanted to. All he wanted was to rest. To sleep.

Fangs leaned into him, holding him. He breathed in deeply near Garrick’s neck and sighed, content. “You’re so warm. Humans are so warm.”

Abruptly, the softness ended. Garrick let out half-hearted moan when Fangs seized his broken arm. The vampire snarled and gave it another ruthless squeeze, eyes burning.

“Don’t sleep,” Fangs hissed, a hand ripping at his hair. “I’m not done.”

With a snap, Fangs broke his other arm, and Garrick’s world became nothing but fire and agony.

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