Post by LittleDeadGrrl on Mar 5, 2011 13:52:02 GMT -5
-Petre had lay chained to the wall bleeding slowly. His fangs were exposed but he'd mostly managed to deny Jane the pleasure of hearing him scream. He'd roared but not screamed out in the pain. He knew pain. Understood it. She was older, yes, but she had come from an aristocratic background, she'd grown soft in the lap of luxury, while he had never allowed himself to grow soft. He'd come from a rough background and his maker had been a soldier just like he had been. He sit out the blood and licked his lips smiling at his tormentor before he gazed behind the vampires-
Aro ... have you not gotten bored yet?
-It had been almost three weeks ... -
I await my death ... let me meet the sun already
-Aro smirked softly as he moved in quietly pushing Petre's chin up ... -
You were once my favorite ...
-The old vampire leaned in as Petre met his gaze easily but didn't speak. Aro brushing the auburn hair from his face knowing the vampire was weakening despite the brave show of face but still the will inside him was monstrous. It made him feel almost sad to destroy such a beautiful thing ... -
.... but not you won't be meeting the sun ... not yet ... a quick death what would that prove. I have a special spot for you. Up in the Carpathian mountains ... in a cold dark cave I'm going to bury you. I'm gonna tie you in chains, silver, and bury you deep in cement and there I'm going to let you rot. I wonder how long you'll be awake ... another few decades ... maybe another hundred years ...
-Petre stared impassive before he snapped his jaw at him making Aro smile ... -
Ah doesn't please you ... good ... Sebastien I'll chain outside to meet the sun .. so you hear him scream to death... bury your whole fucking line ... end your bloodline ...
-He leaned in whispering in Petre's ear ... -
... and when I'm through I'm gonna do the same ... or worst ... to that little wolf that hung off your arm and the vampire near you. You made a mistake giving yourself off ... leaving them defenseless ...
-Petre thrashed against his chains growling at Aro as he swore at him in Russian before it faded and he smirked ... -
That pack will be the death of you ... I'm sorry I won't be around to see it but the nights I'll spend in my tomb I'll know you and the whole insipid fucked up little club is gonna burn ... this is the end of the Volturi Aro ...
-Aro took the dagger in his hand with a growl and stabbed in in Petre's abdomen before twisting it up slowly. The old vampire choked out blood but laughed anyway. His torture went on for days long, he was burned, bled dry, bitten, bones broken, skin torn off slowly until he was carted off on some night to the depths of the old Black Forest where the locals knew more about vampires than most of the world, they understood them, respected, and feared. Petre was buried deep inside a metal sarcaphagous, in pain, delirious from hunger, his childer chained outside begging for his life left to meet death by the sun. It took almost 12 old vampires to push the boulder on the entrance and that's where the old vampires was left to die, slowly, by insanity-
-He screamed out that night and day, crying as he heard Sebastien burn to death, thrashing, breaking nails as he tried to escape to get to him, to save him, but he knew he couldn't, finally he quieted. He remembered Sylla and Flint and Alexei. Remembering those memories, the good ones, they lasted a little while before they faded to dark ones. He knew it'd be decades before the blood fully left his system, maybe even a century, it scared him. He had hoped for a quick death, expected it, but he knew Aro was vindictive. He closed his eyes and finally tried to quiet his mind but days melded slowly into one another, he quieted at times, at other times he began screaming again. As weeks passed he knew his mind would go and he relinquished himself to the madness easily .. happily ... -