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"Sorry,That&039;s what I&039;ve been told"

As Throe lay in the bed he&039;d been strapped to, he was not surprised at the huth in a prisoner did not work in the Brotherhood&039;s favor The proble very well, and more blood would help

Of course if he were to feed, would it not be just a lovely coincidence that he&039;d get to see that Chosen once more before he left

She was close by He could sense her

"In fact, I believe plans are beingsoon enough"

Mayhap if he simply refused to move?

No, that would likely not slow the Brotherhood down They would just handle him like any other variety of refuse

The hu a huain

When the door reopened, he didn&039;t bother cracking his lids It wasn&039;t the Chosen -

The click ofhis eyes wide, he stared into the barrel of a 357 Magnuer was attached to the trigger "Wakie, wakie"

"If you turntolived off the weak sustenance of hu as he had, he was not in a position to heal himself of wounds this serious so quickly

Vishous shrugged "Then we&039;ll deliver you to Xcor in a pine box"

"Best of luck with that, h not because of Xcor He didn&039;t want his fellow soldiers - or more properly, his former comrades - to be attacked unaware "You can tortureshall escape my lips"

"I decide to torture you and a whole lot will come up, trust ot between theet ain You" - he nodded to Throe - "shut the fuck up - this is not a boy who needs encourage And as for the release of him?" He focused on the Brother "My patient has a point Look at his vitals - he&039;s hanging by a thread I thought the whole point of this was toto need another shot at the vein thing Either that or a week or two of recovery time"

The Brother&039;s icy eyes shifted to the machines that beeped and flashed behind the bed

As the fighter cursed under his breath, Throe smiled to himself

The Brother left without a word

"Thank you," Throe said to the healer

The man frowned "It&039;s just et you the fuck off ain left alone, he waited with anticipation And the fact that no one ca about his fate

Likely a lively discussion

When the door was finally throide, his nostrils flared, and his head whipped to the side there she was

As lovely as a dreaot

Flanked by the Brothers Phury and Vishous, the Chosen smiled at him sweetly - as if she were entirely unaware that those males were prepared to tear him apart if he so much as sneezed in her direction "Sire, I am told you require ht as he nodded to her

Approaching the bed, she went to sit down next to his over her head and Vishous subtly trained that gun on his crotch

"Here," Phury said, redirecting her to a chair with finesse "You&039;ll be much more comfortable in this"

Not at all true, as now she had to reach up to hi and easy, it made the stateht up her arm, Throe wanted to tell her she was beautiful, and that he&039;d ave hiue in his round into the floor

"Why ever do you look at me like that?" she said

"You are so beautiful - "

Over her shoulder, Phury bared his fangs again, his face transfor short of total violence

Throe did not care He was getting another taste of a truly horrible in front of the fair Chosen

Who was currently blushing up a storm - and didn&039;t that make her all the more resplendent

As the Chosen stretched forward and put her wrist to his ainst the chains that bound him - and there was a moment of confusion for her as she heard the rattle There was nothing to see above the blankets, however; everything was covered up beneath what kept his," he ain and repositioned her wrist o&039;er hisher with his eyes, he struck as carefully as he could, not wanting to hurt her even in the smallest way - and as he drank, he stared at her face, co it to memory so that he could hold it close in his heart

Because this was likely the last time he would ever see her

Indeed, so torn he was between thanking the Scribe Virgin for having this fe these two chanceto stay with hihost

Too soon it was over, and he was retracting his canines fro at her with his tongue -

"Okay, that&039;s enough" Phury gathered her up froo find Qhuinn now - you&039;re going to need soht with a stab of guilt Indeed, she looked pale and seeain, she had fed him twice in as many hours

He wished his name was Qhuinn

Phury escorted her to the door and sent her off with kind words in the Old Language And then he turned back and made sure that the lock was in place

The fist caiven his brief impression of black leather, it was clearly the Brother Vishous&039;s

And the resulting crack was so loud it was as if a log had been snapped in half

Then again, he&039;d always had a sturdy jaw