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odderancyart · 7 years ago

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On a Never Resting Sea

Chapter XX - Blue

First Last Next

EXTRA - The Moment Never Lasts

AO3

Summary: Razz, the heir of the Beobyrian Empire, is on his way home from a diplomatic mission as his ship gets attacked by pirates. Suddenly he finds himself taken as hostage, and it doesn’t seem like the pirates are planning to exchange him for a ransom anytime soon. How annoying.

Warnings: violence, death, blood, hostage holding, kidnapping, prostitution

The room was quiet. Too quiet. Outside the door, he could hear the guards speaking, but he couldn’t make out any words. The creaking of the old walls and tapping of his boot against the floor were the only sounds which weren’t muffled by the building itself. The wind whined outside the window. He sat curled up against the wall. Listening. Willing himself to hear the familiar footsteps of his brother. Of Undyne. Of any member of the crew. Yet, nothing. Only the guards had come, and they hadn’t told him anything. They only moved for guard shifts and when they gave him dinner. He’d been sitting here all night.

It wasn’t that the room (cell) was unpleasant; it wasn’t too small, it wasn’t cold, it wasn’t dark or dirty. Empty, with nothing in it but a window with bars and a couple blankets, but he could stand that. What he couldn’t stand was the uncertainty. Even when he slept his soul had been beating erratically. He fiddled at the hem of his shirt, which was frayed and torn after having been assaulted for almost a full day.

As the lock jangled, he looked up. His breath caught in his throat as he waited for the guard to come in. Looking out the window, it was likely with breakfast. They must’ve attacked Sarynthia by now. He needed to know what had happened to his crew. To his family. Clenching his fist, Red stared at the uniformed guard stepping in when the door slid open soundlessly. No feelings could be read on their face as they put down a bowl of porridge with milk in front of him, as well as another bottle of water. Lucky. The water had run out many hours ago. He swallowed, and before he could change his mind Red grabbed their wrist. His sockets widened as a knife was showed up beneath his throat within seconds. Yet he didn’t let go.

“please,” he whispered. His throat was dry. “th’ crew. please. is anyone dead? Hurt? ‘m beggin’ ya, please tell me.”

They had refused to tell him before. Threatened to shut him up permanently if he kept yelling like he’d done yesterday. Pounding on the door and demanding to get to know what they’d done to his family and crew. But he needed to know. For a short moment, he felt the knife press closer to his throat, and he recoiled. Still, once against he kept his grip on the other’s arm. His sockets widened. The knife suddenly was removed.

“One was killed,” the guard said, their voice not quite as steely as Red had expected. There was almost something soft in their eyes. He held his breath as he waited for them to continue. Not Fell, not Fell, not Undyne, not Grillby, not Fuku- “A cat monster. There were no other lethal injuries. The others are taken capture, and kept separate until we return to Beobyra. You will see them tomorrow.”

It felt like his entire body just lost all strength to keep itself up. Nodding, Red let go off their wrist. His hand fell to the floor with a thump. His breathing was heavy, yet it felt easier to breathe than it had before. His brother was alive. Undyne was. Everyone, except for one, was alive. The guard didn’t pay any attention to him as they left toward the door.

“thank ya,” Red breathed. The relief was so overwhelming it felt like he was about to cry. They only nodded sharply before closing the door behind them. The keys rattled the lock again. The world was quiet once again, except for the rattling of his bones as the adrenaline slowly disappeared.

While Muffet’s many eyes had lit up at the sight of the gold, she did not look happy when it was handed over. It was a wonderful sight. Once their business was done, Razz waved for one of the workers. They immediately came over, not looking at him. Instead they stared at his feet whilst they bowed.

“TAKE ME TO BLUEBERRY,” he commanded, and they obeyed without a single word. Following them, Razz left the bar behind. But instead of taking the same staircase as he had every other time, the prostitute held open a smaller door inside the hallway.

It led to another hallway. One which appeared a bit homelier. The wooden floor was covered by a colourful rag mat, the many doors on the walls had colourful paint on them. Seemed like someone who at least knew a bit of painting had amused themself with painting flowers and fire and clouds on them.

They stopped in front of a door on which green sea turtles had been painted among ocean blue and green swirls. On the top, a seagull flied. It was a simple but pretty painting. Even Razz had to admit to that. The whore knocked once on the door before opening it. Inside, Blueberry was chattering happily with his brother and a worker. They were all stuffing small items into a grey bag. The room was incredibly small. Razz’d guess on eight quadrat meters. Inside were three small beds, pressed up against a wall each, as well as three wardrobes and three bedtables. And on one of the bedtables, shining in the sunlight coming through the window, stood the music box. He sighed in relief.

When they spotted him, Blueberry lit up as Stretch and the other person fell to their knees. However, Blueberry straightened and waved for him to come in. “Your Majesty! You’ve met my brother, and this is Alison, our roommate.”

“YOU MAY STAND,” Razz addressed the two kneeling. They slowly did so. Alison did not look at him, but Stretch glanced at him despite still standing with bowed head. Razz grinned at him. The other had an odd expression on his face.

Yet, when he didn’t speak, Razz shrugged. He greeted them shortly before holding up his skirt and stepping over a pile of clothing on the floor. Standing by what must be Blueberry’s bedtable, he picked up the music box and examined it closely. It didn’t seem to be damaged. Satisfied, he nodded and turned to Blueberry. He was regarding him with slight anxiousness.

“Madame sent me out from the suit yesterday,” he explained, fingers fiddling slightly. “But I know she’s a bit greedy-“ Razz heard both Stretch and Alison snort quietly. “-and that box seemed important to you. So I smuggled it out, for when you’d come back. Then she told me you wouldn’t, that you and Mr Red had left, gone back to the ship, but I was afraid of telling her I had taken it. I hope I didn’t do anything bad.”

Razz smirked. Honestly, that was a surprisingly loyal thing to do. Not even something he’d expect from many of his nobles. Especially since he was sure Blueberry wouldn’t have been told ‘it’s fine’ and received a pat on the head if Muffet had found out. When he shook his head, Blueberry seemed to relax. Then, however, Razz blinked.

“YOU HAVEN’T LISTENED TO IT, HAVE YOU?” he asked. Studying the other closely, he saw how Blueberry's sockets flickered with confusion before he quickly shook his head.

“N-no, Your Majesty,” he replied. The way his voice wavered caused Razz to narrow his sockets, but he nodded. He'd accept the answer. For now. Shrugging, he pressed the music box to his chest. Thank the Mother he had gotten it back. His ancestors, as far back to Queen Thyra, would've come back from the Blessed Lands to curse him if he’d lost it. It wasn’t that it was of precious material. It was actually mostly pewter. But its symbolic and history made it irreplaceable. The myths around it, even more so.

“I APPRECIATE YOUR EFFORTS,” he said, and Blueberry visibly relaxed. Then Razz blinked. How had Muffet known he wouldn’t return? He’d have to ask around about that. Studying Blueberry, whose legs were far too visible and whose skirt only covered the absolutely necessary, he shook his head. “YOU WILL HAVE TO CHANGE YOUR CLOTHING, BLUEBERRY. I ASSUME YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO WEAR THAT ISN’T SO SHAMELESS?”

Blueberry nodded, “One dress, Your Majesty. For my days off.”

“GOOD. CHANGE. AND DO THINK OF AN EXPLANATION OF WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN WORKING WITH HERE. IT IS IN NEITHER YOUR NOR MY INTERESTS THAT MY COURT GET TO KNOW THAT YOU HAVE BEEN A WHORE.” He paused, and continued in a slightly softer voice when Blueberry’s expression turned worried, “Don’t worry. I will make sure no one gives you trouble. Still, it’s better that no one knows.”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” Blueberry quickly agreed. He did appear a little calmer. Even then, his shoulders were still tense. Razz did his best to smile calmingly before he looked around the room.

“DO YOU REALLY LIVE THREE PEOPLE IN A ROOM LIKE THIS?” he asked, despite it being obvious. It was just so small. He didn’t think there was a single room in the castle of this size. His night maid had a bigger chamber, and she was only one person.

Blueberry told him that yes, they did. “The rent is lower the more you are in a room.”

Razz didn’t know why he was surprised over that they paid rent to live here. Muffet truly was a terrible employer.

A while later, the brothers had finished packing. Combined, they had filled two and a half bags. It would've been more, but Blueberry had opted to leave most of his clothes.

“I won't wear them again,” he had said. “Everyone here will make better use of them.”

He was now wearing more respectable clothes, although with lower quality. A blue-grey full-length skirt, light grey puffy shirt with a full-length apron kept him properly covered. Even if they proved him lower class it was an immediate improvement. Among the things Razz had watched them pack was a leather clad book Razz wasn't sure how someone like them had come over, a drawing of a beach which seemed to be many years old, and a small wooden turtle. It had been a gift from one of Blueberry's most loyal and considerate customers, he was told. Blueberry loved turtles, he was also told. Once they were done, Blueberry hugged Alison tightly. Razz could see tears in their eyes. Mostly joy, but also sorrow.

“When Madame is repaid, come to Thyragård,” Blueberry told them, smiling wetly. He wiped a few tears of his cheek. Alison only nodded. Then, the other turned to Razz. “May we say goodbye to our friends before we go, Your Majesty?”

“OF COURSE.”

Feeling oddly proud and sad on the same time, Razz followed Blueberry and Stretch as they made their way longer into the hallway. His soul felt heavy and he didn't understand why. Blueberry never dropped the wet smile. It was joyous, yet melancholic. They made their way into the room in the end of the hallways. The workers' common room, it appeared. There were a few old couches, a couple tables. On them lied among other things embroideries, a couple wooden figures and a wood carving knife. It was full of people. Humans and monsters of very varying ages. The youngest couldn't be older than ten, the oldest surely fifty. However, while most people wore shameless outfits, neither the youngest nor the oldest did. Instead they seemed to have chosen more practical, proper options. Razz found himself curious about there were children here. He would have to ask about that later.

Before more than one or two could kneel when they walked in, Razz shook his head. “DON'T BOTHER TO BOW. BLUEBERRY AND STRETCH WILL TAKE THEIR GOODBYES NOW.”

What followed was the most hugging Razz had seen in his life. Blueberry hugged everyone tightly. There was crying. Stretch, on the other hand, only seemed to receive a farewell from a few, but they all hugged him heartily and wished him good luck. Then they were done.

The walk through the bar felt great. He could feel Muffet's dislike. She ought to watch herself, he still thought of having her executed for disrespect. Stretch radiated spite when he looked at her. Blueberry, on the other hand, excused himself and went up to the bar desk. An uncomfortable feeling settled in Razz's chest as he watched them interact.

Muffet gave Blueberry an on the surface sweet smile, tilting her head innocently. He smiled back. It was reserved, hesitant, yet undoubtedly grateful. “Thank you, Madame. For saving us, and taking care of us.”

“It was a true pleasure, dearie,” she tittered, and giggled. Razz couldn't help but shiver at the implication that choice of words came with. Still, Blueberry only smiled. He nodded, and returned to them. Stretch grabbed his hand, and the other squeezed back. Without giving Muffet another glance, he gestured for the guards to open the door.

Outside, it was just as cold as before. Much to his horror, it had been proven that Blueberry and Stretch did not have anything more than wool shawls to keep themselves warm. How they had survived was beyond him, even if the brothel was warm inside. Winter clothing was the highest priority after food and a warm place to live among his people, he knew that much from speaking with his servants.

Nevertheless, he grinned as his horse was returned to him. She snorted loudly. Vapour flied in clouds around her nose. Blueberry were both staring in awe. “HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A HORSE?”

Stretch quickly shook his head. “no, your majesty. never.”

His brother, however, looked reminiscent. At Razz's inquiring gaze, he nodded slowly. “When I was little, Your Majesty. But it was over ten years ago and I never got to learn very much.”

Nodding, Razz waved for the extra horses. He smiled. “WELL, YOU WILL NOW.”

After easily swinging himself up into side-saddle, he waved for some guards to help the other two. It took a little while, during which Razz watched in amusement as they struggled, but finally Stretch had his legs on either side of the horse and Blueberry sat in a relatively proper side-saddle. They both clung tightly to the horses' manes. The reins were hanging freely. The Mother be praised he had made sure to get the calmest horses that could be found on such a short notice. Telling his horse to go, he waved for the others to follow. The guards immediately fell into position around him.

“JUST PRESS CAREFULLY WITH YOUR LEGS TO MAKE THEM WALK AND STEER WITH THE REINS,” he instructed them. Both let out twin yelps as the horses slowly followed the guards'. Laughing loudly, he held in his own to wait for them.

Once they were by his side, he forced himself to stop giggling. He better think of a plausible explanation for coming back with the two. Of course, he could tell at least a partial truth. He much preferred to; lying was dishonourable. Staring up at the sky, which was blue enough to hurt his eyes, Razz tried to think. Telling that he had taken liking to Blueberry was good enough, truly. Few had the right to question him. No one, actually. Not if he did not allow it. Neither of them spoke very much. The brothers were too focused on not falling of the horses. Especially Blueberry, since he was in side-saddle. But since he had been wearing a dress there had been no other option.

Razz chuckled. “WHEN WE GET TO THYRAGÅRD, I BELIEVE YOU TWO WILL HAVE TO TAKE RIDING LESSONS.”

“Wh-why?” Blueberry's teeth were rattling. His entire frame shook in the cold.

“WELL, HORSES, OR DONKEYS AND MULES FOR THE POOR, ARE THE BEST MANNER OF TRANSPORT. I IMAGINE YOU WON'T WANT TO BE STUCK IN THE SAME SPOT ALL THE TIME?”

He didn't receive an answer. Blueberry had let go off the horse's mane with one hand. Now he was clenching his shawl more closed. They didn't speak for the rest of the ride.

A while later, the three of them sat in a private parlour at the Aldinns. They had been ordered not to disturb. Yet someone was certainly still listening. There were no secrets in this kind of place. Spies everywhere. Razz sat in a soft armchair, while the brothers almost sat in each other's lap on the couch in front of him. Both were swept into thick blankets and all three of them were holding cups of hot herb wine. The brothers had finally stopped shaking.

Sipping on his drink, Razz asked, “So, why in Natéa were there children in a brothel?”

Exchanging a gaze with his brother, Blueberry replied, “That's how Madame does business. This town is full of orphans and gutter kids. Madame regularly gathers a few off the street, mainly the healthy ones with most potential to be beautiful, and takes them in. She saves those children's lives and all of us have been those kids. We grow up at the Parlour. Well fed, clothed, warm. We even get a few toys. She spoils them. And once they're physically and mentally ready, it's time to pay back the money she spent on you.”

“OHH, THAT'S CLEVER,” Razz commented. Muffet truly was shrewd. She basically made sure her workers owed her not only money, but a life-debt. That would keep a lot of people from sneaking away before they had paid her back. The Mother did not accept anything else. He grudgingly had to admit he was impressed. He hadn’t expected such a scheme from a brothel madam. Then again, neither had he expected Blueberry to be so smart. He'd have to revaluate his views – both were more intelligent than many nobles.

“Your Majesty?” Stretch said. His voice was a bit raspy from disuse. Brittle, almost. Razz was beginning to get the impression he didn't talk much. He nodded. “I never told you, thank you. I don't- I don't know how much more-“

He was trembling slightly, clenching Blueberry's hand hard. Without a word, Blueberry climbed into his lap and hugged him. Razz watched quietly. A strange feeling settled in his chest. He couldn't identify it. It was odd. Stretch, he didn't care much for outside the fact that he was Blueberry's brother. But Blueberry, he felt almost as much affection for as he felt for Alphys; although a different kind. So to see the brothers cling on each other from such sadness actually hurt a little.

“You don't need to thank me,” Razz eventually answered, fully honest. “It was mostly because I realized I would miss Blueberry when I left.”

“Blue,” Blueberry suddenly interrupted.

Razz blinked. “EXCUSE ME?”

“Blue. That's my name. Just Blue. Madame changed it to Blueberry because it's cuter. Cute sells.”

Nodding slowly, Razz smiled.

“BLUE.”

Woken abruptly by stomping feet and a door being thrown open, Red blinked blearily. His body was hurting. It had been years since he slept without a bed and he wasn't used to it anymore. Slowly uncurling, he tried to process what was happening. A couple guards, all armed to the teeth, were standing in front of him. Their faces were blank. Empty. It was unsettling, to say the least. Still, he supposed it was from pure professionalism, and better than contempt. He was proven right when a guard stepped forward, disgust slipping through their mask.

“Get up,” they commanded. Gasping quietly, since one of his legs was asleep, Red obeyed as quickly as he could. Static sparks shot through his body. He didn't try to resist when two other guards swiftly forced his arms behind his back and tied them up. The rope was too tight. It hurt his bones. Red didn't protest. With his sockets trained at the sharp weapons hanging on their sides, he walked quietly when they shoved him forward. His soul beat was irregular, but he knew it wasn't visible on the outside. He had an excellent poker face. After all those hours playing poker with the crew or at various ports he should.

Where were they going? It was the next day. All the sudden, they came outside. Red blinked against the sharp light, stopping for a moment. The sun was hurting his eyes. Then he received a hard shove which caused him to stumble forward.

“calm down, asshole,” he muttered under his breath, continuing to walk. The air was just as freezing cold as the day before. He shivered.

“Did you say something?” the guard next to him asked. Their tone was threatening.

Swallowing, Red shook his head hard. Then he winced. It gave him a headache. “no, mx. nothin'.”

He had no wish of finding out how these guards would react on such disrespect. Even at Sarynthia it wasn't taken lightly. And they were all family. So what these guards could do to a criminal, Red didn't even want to think of.

“Thought so.”

Their smug voice and face made Red want to punch them. Although to be honest, he'd like to punch everyone here. Yet, he didn't change expression. Stay calm, don't anger them. Stay alive. At least until he could see Fell and Undyne and Grillby again. Then he'd die for sure. Probably on the gallows. In front of Razz, perhaps. He would be there to watch the execution, right? The thought both made him shiver and feel just a little bit better.

After a long and freezing cold walk, they reached the harbour. Familiar faces were everywhere. Some of them grinned when they saw him. Saw how pitiful he must look. Others averted their eyes. Refused to meet his. Sarynthia was floating in the harbour, like nothing had happened. It was reassuring, that at least they hadn't burned her down. He was lead up on a foreign ship's gangplank and down the stairs beneath deck. Down to the ship's pr[RN1] ison cells.

It took a while for him to get used to the absolute darkness. The only source of light was oil lamps. They did not shine brightly. Then he found himself shoved into an empty cell. The iron bar door was thrown closed. The key was turned. As soon as the guards had left, he heard his name called out from the other side of the cabin.

“Red!” It was Sigrid's voice. “Are you alright?”

He let out a dry laugh. “as okay as i can be, i suppose. ‘n' ya?”

“Yeah. Same.”

Silence fell. There was nothing to say. Red sat down and leaned against the wall, waiting. For something to happen. Anything. Then footsteps were heard again. He turned his head to look. As shapes were made out, he gasped. Fell. Undyne. Both were there. His brother had dried blood on his face, and Undyne was limping. Otherwise- they seemed fine. He breathed in relief.

His door was opened again, and his still struggling brother thrown into it. Fell stumbled, but managed to stay upright. His expression was furious. Undyne yelled loudly in protest when she was thrown into the cell next to theirs.

Despite his worries, Red didn't move. Not until the soldiers had left. Then he could check his brother really was alright. For now, he grinned sardonically.

“told ya,” he said.

#on a never resting sea #underfell #underswap #swapfell #uf sans #sf sans #us sans #underfell muffet #uf papyrus #chapter 20!!!#nrs pt. 20

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baekhyuns-abs · 8 years ago

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Slave to Pleasure [23]

(Gif not mine, credit to the original owner) A/N: I’m running out of vampirish gifs of Baekhyun heeeeelp me xx

“Tell me something.” It had been a few days since the kiss and things had begun to change - albeit not as drastically as she had anticipated. Baekhyun was aloof, cold but she could see the way he stumbled over his words and his actions with uncertainty and she admired his efforts to try. “What do you want to know?” She rolled over where she lay in her bed to face him sitting lazily on the armchair next to her bed - the armchair that she had noticed he had moved from the other side of her room so as he could be closer. She heard him in the night, he would come in, his clothes laced with the smells from the woods and the lake and sit next to her bed. He would just sit there and watch - on guard. When she would wake up she would catch his look before it vanished as the mask was forced back on, the look of fear, uncertainty and glimpses of fascination. The kiss had opened up a world for Baekhyun, an opportunity he wasn't sure of. He had cast aside that part of him centuries ago the broken part of him the one that trusted and loved but the whore had had bought, the whore that he had been drawn to the second he had heard her heart. “How did you end up in that brothel?” She blinked at him, she hadn’t expected a question like that. Baekhyun smirked at her taken aback expression. “You know more about me than I’m comfortable with. Speak.” *** “In your mother’s will and testament she left you with the estate and a few other bits and bobs.” The lawyer drawled. “However--” He leaned forward at his desk. “None of what you and your mother possessed were yours, the estate belongs to your generous landlord, so it is not your mother’s right to give to you.” “But I can still reside there?” She asked, twirling the necklace stone around her fingers. The elderly man made a noise of uncertainty. “That is up to your landlord I’m afraid.” She couldn’t afford the rent, not by herself. She had searched for a job in cafes and pubs but no one wanted her. Inexperienced and ‘not cut out’ for the only jobs that were vacant. Soon what was left of her mother’s money began to dry out and her landlord was losing his patience. “Your necklace.” He said, eying the pink stone around her neck. “That’s worth at least a month’s worth of rent.” “No.” Her hand shot up to wrap her fingers around her mother’s stone protectively. “No?” He questioned incredulously. Homeless, jobless and afraid she walked the streets of the village. She hadn’t been paying much attention to where she was heading, the sadness and fear making her hazy and unaware. It was only when she heard the drunken laugh of a beer bellied man she realised where her feet had taken her. The cobblestoned street on the outskirts of the worst part of town was dimly lit in front of her. It was foggy and loud with crude live bands in dingy pubs. Stumbling men walked the streets, making their way home to unwitting wives and children. Prostitutes lured their drunk paying victims in filthy alleyways while some waited patiently with their chests jutted out for attention. She carried on her blind journey, anxiously looking around her for any danger. She knew she didn’t belong there, she wasn’t the type… “You there! Girl!” She jolted and turned to the source of the voice. A curly haired woman with a gaunt face stepped towards her, her jaw as sharp as her eyes. “What do you think you’re doing here?” She asked. “This is no place for a girl like you.” Nervous, she stumbled on her words. “I--I’m… I didn’t-- I’m sorry--” “Am I that scary?” The woman asked mockingly. “Honey, just turn back.” Swallowing thickly. “I have nothing to go back to...” “My heart bleeds.” She witted. “We’re not a charity.” “I just need a job.” Tears lined her eyes. “Something. Anything…” Her eyes glistened and her smile was disturbing. “There’s a brothel at the end of the street if you’re that desperate.” And desperate she was. *** “--and a few weeks later, you came...” Baekhyun had spent the past few minutes silent and thoughtful broke his silence. “How had you stayed a virgin so long?” There was a smirk on his face and she found it hard to meet his sly look. “I-I looked after the kids and the babies while their mothers were… occupied.” Baekhyun nodded. “The manager had a habit of taking the virgins for himself when they first arrive, I would have thought someone like you would have been ideal.” “One of the whores told me he had a phobia of blood…” She grinned. “So I told him it was crimson week… He wouldn’t come near me.” “Sneaky.” Baekhyun remarked before his brows furrowed. “But you don’t get them.” She stopped smiling. “H-how did you know?” Baekhyun raised a brow. “I’m a vampire, I noticed.” Feeling foolish having asked as well as the general mortification that Baekhyun had known, she flushed scarlet. Baekhyun stared down at her amused with her reaction. Looking at her it was like everything else didn’t matter, his brothers his species his past, nothing. She had the power to make him forget, to take away the hurt. A hard knock on the door had Baekhyun frowning. He glanced towards it with a glare as it slowly opened. In the doorway appeared a firm Minseok. The light in Baekhyun diminished at the sight of his brother’s forlorn face - he knew why he was there. “What?” Baekhyun asked darkly. “Downstairs.” Minseok ordered. “Joonmyeon wants to see you.” Minseok’s eyes dared him to refuse and with a heavy heart Baekhyun rose from his chair. She looked up at him, her eyes following his movements as he made his way towards Minseok. She sat up and Baekhyun turned to her, his expression starkly different to the relaxed appearance he wore before. He looked reluctant, disappointed and unhappy. “I won’t be long.” She nodded. Baekhyun seemed to hesitate, pausing to keep staring at her as she looked up him with naive and unknowing eyes. How he wished he could stay. Minseok waited patiently at the door, allowing the vampire time to prepare himself. Baekhyun pursed his lips before darting away. He was out the door in a blink and Minseok said his goodbye to the whore he barely knew with a curt nod. In the hall Minseok spoke. “I’m sorry, but it’s--” “Important.” Baekhyun finished sharply. “I know.” Chanyeol walked towards them a tray in his hands and Baekhyun raised a brow at his passing friend. “What’s that?” Chanyeol halted and smiled - though for once, it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s her food.” Baekhyun looked down at the tray of what he assumed to be pasta with a grimace. He looked back up at Chanyeol and sighed. He wasn’t the best cook but he was the only one willing to try for Baekhyun whilst Yixing wasn’t with them and for that he had to be grateful. Yuna returning hadn’t been pleasant for the taller vampire either, he loved Baekhyun’s little boy as if it was his own. Chanyeol had a bond with Baekbeom no one else had, it was special, irreplaceable and different. “Thank you.” Baekhyun said. Chanyeol nodded before carrying on down the hallway. Baekhyun closed his eyes for a few seconds taking a deep - unnecessary - breath before him and Minseok continued their trek down to Joonmyeon downstairs in his office. Upon their arrival Joonmyeon halted his pacing and looked at Baekhyun. “How are you doing?” Brushing the question aside Baekhyun sat himself on the sofa. “Fine.” Yifan sat on the other side of the office, his arms folded across his chest his face stoic, his eyes cast down at the floor, deep in thought. It was like he wasn’t even there. Joonmyeon looked stressed, angry and unhinged. All his efforts to get answers out of the female in the dungeon hadn’t been successful, he was out of ideas other than to give her what she wanted and he had tried - he really tried - to avoid it. “He won’t talk to anyone.” Joonmyeon began with exasperation. “But you. She will only talk to you.” Baekhyun swallowed dryly and glowered. “Did you try hitting her?” “You know that’s not how I do things.” Joonmyeon reprimed. “I think your whores would beg to differ.” Baekhyun muttered. Joonmyeon huffed. “I’m serious, Baekhyun. You know I wouldn’t ask you if it weren’t absolutely necessary.” “We need answers.” He continued. “You need answers. We need to find Yixing. I-- we can’t lose another one of us.” Joonmyeon was close to begging. “I know this is hard for you but please, I need you to help us.” Baekhyun couldn't look at his distraught leader, instead he wordlessly stood up and nodded. He built up his mental wall brick by brick; he had to be strong, he couldn't afford to lose his resolve. Minseok followed him down to the dungeons, he was aware of how short Baekhyun’s temperament was and he had to be there to prevent it from snapping. “I see Joonmyeon was kind enough to pass on the message.” Yuna said when Baekhyun opened up her cell. His skin crawled and his entire body tensed with the sound of her voice. He felt nothing but hatred and sorrow for the woman he once loved. “Where is Yixing?” He asked swiftly. Her resounding laugh was like nails on a chalkboard. “You're going to have to try harder than that.” Baekhyun snarled. “I could break your spine again, how about that?” She smiled up at him and it only made him more furious. “So tense…” She mused. Baekhyun sought the wooden stool and sent it crashing into her body. It broke, wood shattering around her body. His resolve was slowly slipping, the tighter he held onto it the more it slipped through his fingers. “Tell me where he is!” He bellowed. She stood up, brushing herself off and Baekhyun squeezed his fists together at his hips readying himself for her upcoming move. She merely smirked at him, her red eyes sparkling with mischief and sin. “I'll tell you, I'll tell you all you want to know on one condition.” She held up her finger mimicking a ‘1’ as she began to walk round him. Baekhyun followed suit, beginning to circle each other. “What?” She chuckled. “You introduce me to the whore I smell on you.” Baekhyun’s world crashed and Minseok positioned himself in the cell rapidly, ready to prevent Baekhyun from launching an attack on her. He recognised Baekhyun's desire to have this woman's dead and although many felt the same way, until they knew of Yixing’s status they needed her alive. Baekhyun froze, his wall crumbling at the blow. He could feel Minseok behind him he knew he would be restrained too if he was to try to rip her head off her body. He longed for the power to kill with a stare. “I don't know what you mean.” Baekhyun forced through a tensed jaw. Yuna chuckled. “Do you love her?” “Shut up.” Baekhyun hissed. “A little bird whispered to me you see.” Yuna revealed. “You've become quite the whore yourself, Byun Baekhyun, I mean did you ever love me?” Minseok was hot on his heels as Baekhyun initiated a pounce. He had him in a lock in a blink and Yuna smiled sadistically. “Fuck you!” Baekhyun roared, struggling in Minseok’s hold. “You know I loved you more than anything! We had a son together and you killed him!” “We're monsters, we cannot love.” She countered. “As for the little one… Well, you know.” Baekhyun was seething with loath and fury, his eyes glowing and his canines at their longest. Minseok called for Kyungsoo and he was quick to appear at his side. He couldn't restrain Baekhyun for much longer by himself, the suffering vampire fighting as much as he could with murderous determination. Yuna’s eyes revealed how happy she was at the scene and she bit her lip through her smile. “Is she prettier than me, boys?” Minseok and Kyungsoo shared a look of immense irritation and it took great self control and discipline to not let Baekhyun have his brutal, savage way with her. They began to haul Baekhyun out of the cell. He was hysterical, yelling profanities and thrashing in their strong immovable arms. He wanted to kill. He had never felt so threatened. Yuna’s smug voice could be heard from the dungeon stairs as Kyungsoo and Minseok carried him from the dungeons. “I know where Yixing is, Baekhyun.” She sang. “Just let me meet your new toy.”

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