Trinity Blood Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Darker Angels ❯ Ill Met By Sunlight ( Chapter 8 )

DA8

 

 

Isaak bit back a groan as his limbs were stretched uncomfortably taut by the shadows. It was bad enough to have been captured, worse to be held fast by something he could usually control with ease. The worst was being completely naked before the enemy.

 

“Do you think to break me so easily as you did Dietrich?” Isaak said, glancing over to the other man in the corner. He was huddled with his knees to his chest, staring wide eyed like a terrified child would and shaking.

 

“I would hope not,” she said from behind him. “Being a Methuselah I believe you should be able to take FAR more interesting punishments.”

 

He tensed as he felt her take the bulk of his hair in her hands, fully expecting her to cut it off. He did not expect to feel minute tugs on his hair nor did he expect her to flip the braided length over his shoulder. He looked at her oddly as she stepped around in front of him.

 

“Can't let blood mat that pretty hair.”

 

“It won't matter if you make me bleed,” he growled. “You'll never have the information you're seeking so diligently.”

 

She laughed and leaned into him, her hand touching the dark stain behind his ear. Searing pain shot from the spot to every nerve ending, making it feel as though every fiber of his body was on fire.

 

“I don't HAVE to make you bleed, Pretty. It will be vastly more entertaining if you force me to it. In fact, I hope you do. It isn't any fun to play with toys that are too fragile.”

 

“So, we're mere toys to you.”

 

She beamed at him. “Isn't that how you see everyone? As toys to be played with and manipulated to suit your game?”

 

Isaak digested her statement, she knew him entirely too well already. He shifted his shoulders uncomfortably, this was a completely alien feeling to him. He tried to experimentally loosen the shadows wrapped around his wrists and forearms, they refused to give even slightly.

 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Naughty, boy,” she said, laughing. “You'll make me put you into the real chains. And before you make the comment that you doubt chains can hold you, these are specially made for the stronger members of your kind.”

 

She turned to Dietrich, who tried to make himself smaller by huddling in the corner. Each step she took toward him he cringed closer to the wall. She paused directly in front of him, ruffling his hair almost affectionately.

 

“You aren't strong enough to hold certain positions properly yet,” she said, looking him over thoughtfully. “Go sit,” she said, pointing to the chair positioned directly in front of where Isaak hung suspended by the shadows.

 

Dietrich scrambled to the chair on his hands and knees and sat down gingerly, his eyes flicking from her to Isaak. She came over and arranged him in the chair the way she wanted him and sat down herself. She draped one arm across Dietrich's shoulders, petting his hair then leaning to kiss his cheek.

 

“Relax and enjoy the show, bairn. Some part of it will be familiar to you while others will be completely new.”

 

Dietrich only blinked at her slowly before turning his head toward Isaak.

 

“Let's see if he screams as quickly as you did, shall we,” she said, smiling.

 

Isaak felt the mark behind his ear begin to shift and grow, spreading to wrap around his arm from shoulder to bicep. He tried to stifle the gasp that had risen as it felt like his muscles were suddenly being torn apart from the inside out. The mark shifted to his elbow and the feeling repeated, then moved on to his forearm and finally his hand. It probably would have hurt less if she had just torn his arm off, he thought. Much to his dismay the pain lingered far longer than it should have. He should have healed almost instantly but didn't. When the same treatment had been given to his other arm and both legs, every muscle ached and he felt as limp and lifeless as a ragdoll.

 

“Up you get, Pretty,” she said and the shadows pulled him completely upright. “One more little fun run for tonight then you can rest.”

 

She got up and walked around behind him. She brushed the few loose strands off of his back that had managed to escape the braid. She stretched up on tiptoe and kissed the spot behind his ear. The spiderwebs of shadows that were covering his body all drew back into that one place. With a flick of her wrist, the shadows binding his arms snapped upward, drawing his arms over his head.

 

He heard her moving around behind him and steeled himself to take whatever she tortured him with next in silence. He would not give her the satisfaction of having him scream. He had never expected what happened.

 

She ran her fingertips gently along the lines of muscles from his shoulders to the small of his back. The initial touch had been soft, almost pleasant, but there was something going terribly wrong with the feeling. The path she had trailed down his back began to itch then sting and outright burn. The first wave of pain had left him nearly breathless, it made his eyes water and he barely held back a scream. The second light stroke had tears streaming down his fact. It opened up the skin of his back to the bone and while he could feel the torn muscles and skin begin to knit back together, it seemed to be taking much longer than the few seconds it usually did. By the third he was screaming and starting to lose consciousness.

 

She caught him as he fell when she released him from the shadows. She kissed his forehead and then his cheek. “Ill met by sunlight proud Isaak.” She scooped him up and put him over one shoulder so his back wasn't damaged anymore. Walking out of the room, she heard Dietrich shuffling along behind her as she made her way down the corridor.

 

She pushed a heavy door open and settled Isaak onto the bed. She put some kind of ointment on his back that smelled strongly of damp earth. It was so cold it almost made his teeth chatter but it soothed the burning sensation on his back. He wanted to crawl into the nearest hole and die. It would probably be preferable to what Cain would have in store for him once he found out he'd shown weakness to the enemy.