Darkest of Night

Chapter 3: The burning Knave



AN: And we finally meet Cale! Please review! ^^ I want to know what you think! *hint hint*



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Darkness was all he knew. There was no light in his world, just the faint smell of mold and blood. Pain throbbed in his shoulders and he was sure that at least one if not both had been pulled out of their sockets by the act of being hung by his wrists. He could feel the dried blood caked to the side of his face and he could only hope, pray to any god that was listening that Raenef had been able to escape.



He didn’t know what he had been expecting, or how he had thought he would be able to get them both out of there but it had been worth all the punishment that had come down on him just to get his lover free. Just to get his beloved Raenef away from that madman. The problem was, however, that he wasn’t sure that Raenef had gotten away. The fight had been vicious and he had lost sight of the chestnut haired boy after a torch had been dropped and the massive fire had engulfed more than half the room. He had seen Raenef on the other side, separated from him by flames, but that was all.



He had screamed for him to run, promising him that he would catch up, but his fight with Jizabel had prevented him from escaping or risking the man coming after both of them and he would die before he saw any of those monsters lay another hand on the smaller boy.



Cale had hated him at first…the silent tarot member that came to his cell every day to bring him food. Those large eyes that looked far too innocent to belong to someone with so much blood on his hands. Or so he thought. He didn’t find out until he heard a couple of the guards whispering that the boy held very little power. In fact he had been an experiment himself and was one of the ‘Master’s’ puppets.



Cale knew about this master named Alexis Hargrieves. He knew the horrors that were placed upon his experiments and soon as more whispers filled in the gaps he began to realize why those large eyes didn’t fit him, and why they were so blank and lifeless. He would never forgive what had been done to the defenseless boy that had been simply picked up off the street on the man’s whim. He would find a way to escape and when he did he would take Raenef with him. He had sworn that to himself.



It had taken a long time, months, even years – he wasn’t sure – before Raenef seemed to realize that he wasn’t going to hurt him. Stolen moments when the guards changed shifts or when he was ordered to watch over him after an ‘experiment’ that the silver haired Jizabel performed was all the time they had managed to have together. Raenef had been so untrusting, so cold, but even when he had hated Cale – he hadn’t needed a reason at the time – even then he had wiped the blood from his eyes, giving him water and tried to make him comfortable. This boy who could have rightfully wanted every person on the earth to die had cared enough to help him not to be in as much pain.



Cale hadn’t expected to fall in love. He had only wanted to protect him, set him free from this horrific cage that he had been chained to, but as he saw Raenef more and more a gnawing at his heart grew until he knew that he would die for this delicate boy and not care, just as long as he was safe.


Alone for hours on end he would dream about the other, yearn to run his fingers through the long silky hair, to be able to taste those lush lips and surround himself with the scent of the peonies that the boy was always made to weave into his hair. The flowers were a joke from Jizabel. Peonies were a symbol of luck and happiness – everything poor Raenef’s life was lacking – and for elegance and poise. Cale hated them for the horrible joke, but at the same time their soft fragrance had imprinted into his mind as a part of Raenef. He had even told the boy that one day and to his surprise the next time he came he had a good number more placed around his head, just so their scent would hang around his cell longer. He had even let one fall ‘by accident’ near him so he could have something to hold.



Even something as small as a dropped flower had been a salvation in the cold damp cells and that had been the day he had started to plan their escape. He had clung to it at night when he slept, desperately hanging onto the fantasy that Raenef was there with him; in his arms and that they were both far away from here. But he had failed…he had failed and he couldn’t even protect Raenef as he had promised. He would escape again…he had to…then he would find Raenef and take him as far away from the psychotic doctor as possible.





Cale’s thoughts and exhausted memories were interrupted, however, as he a loud creaking sound echoed off the walls. The sound of heavy metal scraping against stone made him flinch faintly and light was suddenly slammed into his eyes, making his head swim with pain and his eyes to close desperately to keep out the sudden brightness.



“The Master would like to speak with you now, Cale.” A smooth, familiar voice said darkly.



The sound of footsteps echoed off the empty stone walls as he was suddenly released from his restraints. With a hard thump he fell to the floor, unable to hold himself up.


They didn’t seem to care. With rough hands the would-be escapee was hoisted back up and chained before dragged out of the room.



“I have nothing to say to him.” He choked out weakly.



This only made Jizabel smirk wider.



“That matters little.” He purred. “You took away his toy. He isn’t pleased.”



Cale forced himself not to flinch. He wouldn’t show fear, not to these bastards, but he couldn’t help the pooling of dread in his stomach. At least he knew that Raenef had escaped…as long as he was safe…that was all that mattered.



“Don’t look so relieved…we’ll be hunting down the little flower…and when we find him we will just have to train him all over again…but this time my father won’t be holding back. And you will be the one who finds him for us.” He whispered darkly.



Cale’s gaze shot up to the taller man, terror gripping at his heart at those words.



“No! I wo-won’t let you! I won’t do it!” he said desperately.



Jizabel smirked evilly, his eyes glinting.



“My dear little vampire…you won’t have a choice.”



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