I want it all... no... I want the world (TW)

A topic dedicated to my lovely @Cassandra <3

Place: Basements underneath The people´s supermarket
Time: 00:30
Weather: frozen as fuck!
Outfit+looks

She had been asking and asking for the presence of this man. Tidus had not been wanting to have Cassandra anywhere near that man. But here they were... taking the elevator, down to the lowest floor of the supermarket. Outside the darkness had eaten up the daylight. The ice had started to lay a thin layer over every surface outside.
A bit nervous, he played with his fingers in the elevator and looked at the door, waiting for it to open. Why was he nervous? It was just Cassandra... near Jasper. Her worst nightmare.
He sighed and shook the nervous feeling of him. Maybe it was just the feeling of being in an elevator. Small rooms.
when the doors finally opened, it showed a dark basement. The dim lights shinning in the ceiling. You almost excpected a zombie to come running in a minute.
He nodded for Cass to follow him, as he stepped out of the elevator and into the coldness of the basement. Their breaths clear as smoke. Their footsteps echoing through the darkness.
It didn´t take long and it wasn´t far away, but it felt like hours, before they arrived to Jasper. The man was locked behind bars. Almost like a prison. Stone walls on each side and bars in front of him.
Jasper himself... looked like prison bait. He was dirty and bloody. Almost painful to look at. He barely had energy to lift his head. When he saw who was standing in front of him, he could have swallowed the proud he had left.
"Aren´t I in pain enough?" he hissed so lowly and annoyed.
Tidus blue eyes glimmed of anger as he looked at the pitiful excuse of his father. He then looked at Cassandra. He didn´t know what to say. So he waited for reaction.

She had licked her wounds for long enough. She had felt sorry for herself for too long, which had led to her pondering on what had become of the man that had made her feel this way. The man that had broken her completely, only for her to build herself up from nothing. Sure, she was still a mess. She still had nightmares, anxiety and trouble trusting anyone to go near her - but if she allowed that to control her, he had won, even if his life would be over. That was why she needed to meet him one last time; to show him that he had not won. To show him that she was alive and thriving, while he was locked away and suffering for what he had done to her and her beloved ‘brother’.

She knew Tidus wasn’t pleased by her demand to see Jasper again. He didn’t want those two balls of disaster near each other - understandably. As they had approached the elevator, she knew that Tidus would be uncomfortable. Small spaces seemed to be just as unwanted for him as for her. She needed to be able to move - to get away - when she felt the urge to do so. the silence between them was deafening, as they left the elevator and he made a nod to signal her to follow him. Was he scared something was going to happen to her? He didn’t have to fear for her safety. She wasn’t going near Jasper - she just needed to make sure what she had started also would be finished.

As they walked down the corridors, she felt herself grow uneasy. She didn’t know what to expect. Had Tidus punished him further, while she had been away? Or had he kept Jasper isolated, starving and thirsting in a cell, as he couldn’t die by anything but his own son murdering him - thanks to her? The sight that met her was so cruel - and she loved it. She smiled a smug smile, as the human hissed at them - or, at Tidus. She was nothing like the woman he had ordered to be tortured and abused, neither in mind nor appearance-wise. She had gotten a healthy tan, her hair was loose and in soft curls that framed her far, while her eyes finally sparkled with their lively gleam again. She was wearing a rather expensive suit; tailored to her beautiful body by a seamstress. High heels elongated her legs, perfecting her curves. She was done hiding away her body; therefor, she wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath the blazer. Instead, she was wearing noting. Her bare chest and voluptuous cleavage adorned her torso, filling out the blazer perfectly.

She noticed hos Tidus looked at her, but she couldn’t take her eyes of the human. She raised her eyebrows, to show that she had heard the human’s hissing. ‘’Oh no, my dear Jasper. You aren’t in pain at all. Not compared to what you will be when I get my hands on you,’’ she said, her voice calm as the silence before the storm. Shortly, her eyes shifted in color, warning him that she wasn’t fucking around. She was out for revenge, and she was bloodthirsty as heck.

To Jasper this was his worst nightmare. To sit in front of the two people he had humiliated and hurted the most. They stood there. Strong and powerful, while he sat on the ground, weak and cold. Particularly one of them.
Cassandra.
Gorgeous, strong and with her shinning dragon eyes, she stood there and looked down at her. She had wanted this ever since he had laid his hand on her. Everything in those eyes screamed revenge. All he could do now, was just to sit there, let her do as she wish and get it over with. The human didn’t believe it was his last days on the earth. Especially not after the curse she had put on her.
Her words didn’t scare him. He was broken. He was done. He had no more fear to show and no pride left to fish up from the dirt. Not towards Cassandra at least. To Tidus… he might have something left in his pocket.
His little smirk, that damn smirk of Jasper, looked up at Cassandra from the floor and tilted his head.
“My dear Cassandra, looking gorgeous than ever,” he said with his usual sensual voice.
This voice send Tidus back in his red aria. He therefore stepped forward and looked with a warning down at Jasper. “Don´t.” one little word. He then looked back at Cassandra and gave her the keys to the cage.
He didn’t know what she wanted for sure. But he knew she wanted revenge. This was what he could begin with given her.

‘’Still insisting on using that name, I see,’’ she stated as she looked at the caged human. How could a human ever have brought so much pain, suffering and humiliation to a supernatural creature such as herself? It seemed unreal. She gently placed a hand on Tidus’ shoulder as he stepped forward to warn the human to stop messing around. She smiled calmly to Tidus, obviously aware that he had no clue what she wanted to do. She wanted Jasper to feel exactly what she had felt as he forced himself upon her. She wanted Jasper to suffer.

She wasn’t the one for torturing. She didn’t like the dirty work, to be honest. She was not going to hurt the human one bit - instead, she was going to allow him to feel the same things she had felt. Every tear down her cheek, every nail being torn from her body, every tooth knocked out. As Tidus handed her the key, she furrowed her brows. Did he think she needed a key to get to Jasper? The only reason she had not gone to him the moment she learned he was alive was because she was respecting Tidus’ wish for her not to go near the human. Everything she had done was out of love and respect.

Yet, she accepted the key. She accepted the fact that Tidus now granted her access to the man her heart once had been set on loving, if it had not been for his treachery. In her movement towards the cell’s door, she moved with pure elegance and power. She was a black widow, able to kill with a simply strike - and she wasn’t shy to use the power that came with such an ability. After all, she was the new leader’s First Lady. The leader just wasn’t that lousy excuse of a human any longer, but his son.

‘’Now,’’ she said, as she unlocked the cell-door, before looking straight at human. ‘’Time to have some fun,’’.

Tidus didn’t know how she wanted the revenge. But he knew he trusted her enough to give her the key. The cage was even locked with more than just a key. Magic had been purred over the surface of the bars. If it should be touched by a human hand, it would burn their skin into their bones and leave them in great pain. The bloody hand on Jasper revealed that he had tried touching them. Probably in the belief that his son wasn’t that clever.
As the bars opened, Jasper got up on shaky legs, only to show how chains was hanging from him like jewelry. He was skinnier. The T-shirt hanging lose on his body where it before had been tight and perfect fitting. The blue eyes had strings of red in them. Around the eyes were a weak color purple and blue.
Even in this condition, Jasper showed no fear or no humility. He stood there, the back straightened and the facial expression cold.
Tidus on the other hand, looked a bit curious and slight nervous of what Cassandra might do. Not that he feared for his father´s safety. He feared for what it might do to her. And he still wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to let her see Jasper. To let her have this revenge.
he bit down in his lower lip and sighed. No matter what, he would stand by her side and support her. As long she didn´t kill Jasper. The death would be to easy.

As soon as he decided to stand up, she looked at him with a content smile. Why? Because she saw how the weeks had eaten of him, making him look sickly thin and famished. She wasn't the type to enjoy others misery, but oh, how she loved that he was suffering - even if it wasn't the same pain that she had gone through.
"Relax. I'm not going to harm you." she said - not a lie to trace in her voice. She spoke the truth; she wasn't going to hurt him. She was merely showing him how he had caused her pain.

She placed a hand on his shoulder, on the worn-out fabric of the t-shirt. He had the opportunity to hurt her, if he wanted to. She wasn't going to fight him. In a calm movement, her nails dug right through the fabric, making him aware that the were razor sharp. If he tried to get away, her nails would pierce him like talons. Like a bird of prey, she would devour him. She was merciless.
As soon as her skin touched his, they would both be dragged down into the memory of the first time he had forced himself upon her. How she had refrained from crying, screaming or fighting back, although the pain was unbearable. Itgot followed by yet another memory - a sequence of them - showing every time he had found some threat or excuse to force himself upon her. Then, as the memories faded, all that was left was a single memory; the memory of her, seeking out Jasper to surrender completely to him, only to find Tidus dying on the floor. The pain of the abuse faded in comparison to the heartbreak she felt as she had to accept the true love of her life died in her arms. What followed was the hatred. A sensation that still burned inside her.

She removed her hand from him, bringing them back to the present. There she stood, emotionless, while she looked at him. Her eyes sought his, and as she got him to look her in the eyes, her lips parted. "I forgive you," she said - at first not realizing what she was saying. Then, she took a deep breath. "I forgive you for what you did to me. However, you will never be forgiving for what you did to your own son. We will forget you. You will be forgotten - nothing left to even carry on your name. You'll be a nobody. You already are." she said, before she backed away from him, turned her back on him and was ready to leave the cell.

Jasper expected the worst. He expected a fire to rain down on him. His life had no purpose for the witch. For all he knew, she wanted him dead and tortured. The human had never seen her action coming. She put a hand on his shoulder, almost careful, as she now dragged him down in memories. Memories of him forcing himself on her. He felt her pain. He felt how dry his throat was from all the screaming. He felt the blood ran its sticky way down his skin. He was captured in her nightmare. With no way out, he felt himself bite into his tongue so it bled, just so he could push out the pain from the feeling of his own hands on him.
The next vision… the feeling of the pain, seeing his own son death on the floor, broke his heart. For the first time in many years, he remembered his son as a child. A boy filled with life and smiles. A boy who´s laugh always carried on the happiness in him and the mafia members. Dead… in the hands of himself.


Thrown out of the memory, Jasper once again, stood face to face with Cassandra. A mask of fear, sorrow, grief and anger was painted over the human’s face. She had caused this. She had caused the emotion he now felt. For this reason alone, he felt like killing her, strangling her to death. But… he couldn’t. He stood there… frozen.
She forgives him. This made him open his eyes in terror.
what was this sorcery? What was she trying to pull?! She couldn’t forgive him! Not after all he had done to her! It wasn’t possible!
Slowly the human started to boil up. He clenched his teeth and took deep breath out and in from his nose.
“You… You can´t! I will not be forgotten!” He hissed. His voice cracking in the process.
“I will be in your nightmares forever you bitch!”
with those last words, he jumped at Cassandra and was ready to tackle her to the ground, when a sound of gun shot echoed through the dark basement. The human stopped in his tracks. Once again frozen. This time, not because of feelings or pride. The blue eyes of the human looked down. Blood was staining the shirt on his chest. He placed a hand on the wound and looked up confused. In front of Cassandra, on the other side of the bars, stood Tidus with the golden gun in his hand. The thin layer of smoke still escaping it.
A little smile from the human was sent to Tidus, before he felt down on his knees and then with face first down into the ground. Blood was now surrounding him like a puddle.
Tidus stood there, hand shaking as he lowered the gun and with hesitant movements, went over to his father. He squatted down next to him and put a hand under his father´s chin. Carefully he turned the man’s head. A last inhale of life was still escaping Jasper´s lips. When he saw Tidus, he smiled once again and escaped a gurgled chuckle.
“such… such a mess huh?” he tried to stammer.
Tidus sat more comfortable down as he let go of his Father´s chin. “Yeah…”
Jasper eyes were slowly fading into nothing. Blood was running out from his mouth as he tried to speak again. “You´re… Tidus…” The last breath of life was taken as Jasper´s body got limp.
Tidus knew he shouldn’t be feeling this sadness inside him. He should feel relieved right? A man he despised had past. Laying there in a lake of his own blood. Getting what he deserved… but Tidus still couldn’t help but feel so empty. The man had been there his whole life… and now he was… gone.
His own body felt so limp as he sat there next to his dead father. Words didn’t escape Tidus lips. Neither did a reaction. He just sat there. Lost in his own little bubble. Forgetting Cassandra was near him.

Of course he expected the worst from the witch, as she entered the cell. She had no reason to show mercy on the man, and he knew that just as well as she did. Instead, she simply inflected the same pain and suffering on him as he had done on her far too many times. That wasn't her revenge; it wasn't her solice. She merely wanted him to understand what she forgave him for - and what she didn't. He had hurt her in so many ways, but taking Tidus from her had been the last straw. It was his betrayal that had landed him in the cell. She wanted to kill him, but she was rather mercifull in some ways. At least, she thought she was.

The mask of sorrow, fear, grief and anger glazed over the human's face; almost making him look like the man she once had sought comfort with. Then, with her words, she relished the view; him opening his eyes in shere terror. Clenched jaws revealed to her that she had hit a nerve. She had done exactly what she had planned to; she had reminded him who was the survivor. As she turned away to leave him to his misery, he hissed at her. She was about to turn around and answer him, when a deafening sound tore thorugh the air. Both Jasper and Cassandra stood there, frozen for a moment. She snapped out of it quickly, as she noticed the human bleeding. With a calm smile, she tilted her head. ''Oh, but you will be forgotten. My nightmares are reserved for my terrors, not for insignificant mortals.'' she said, her tongue running over her upper front teeth, as she looked at the human falling to his knees.

She allowed father and son to have their own little ceremony - a goodbye. Without asking, she took the gun from Tidus' hand as he sat down next to his father, and left the cell. With no hesitation, she started to wipe down the gun with a napkin from her pocket, before she pulled out her phone and dialed a number - a number not saved in her phone, as she dialed it all the way. Then, she placed the phone by her ear.

''I need you to come get us. I don't think he'll be able to drive. I'll text you the adress.'' she simply said, before she hung up. The only person she had told where they was going was Collin. He knew what she had needed to get overwith, and he understood. He didn't approve - neither of the men that swore her safety had. She texted Collin the adress and directions, before she looked back at Tidus. She walked back into the cell, squatting down in front of her brother, and with a gentle touch, she placed a hand on his cheek. ''Do you want me to leave?'' she asked, in a soft voice. She understood if he needed her to piss off for a while. She had felt that way when her mother had died solely because she had finally said goodbye to her mate.

Tidus should get up. He should do something. Not just sit here and stare at the corpse of his father. Clearly eaten up by his own thoughts, he didn’t even notice Cassandra taking the gun from him and wipe it clean. His beloved golden gun. A gift from his father when he turned 16. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
First when Cassandra squatted down in front of him, he got shaken out of his frozen state. Her hand on his cheek, made him smile weakly and comforting at her. He leaned into her touch by tilting his head a bit. “No… I´m fine.”
Once again, a word he so often used, to hide the inner pain. Although, there was some truth behind it. He was fine. He wasn’t hurt or broken. He was fine.
He got up on his legs and brushed up the dirt on his pants. “Who did you call just now?”
Everything in the basement seemed so darker all sudden. Had a light ball gone out?
He forced a smile and then when they started to walk out of the basement, he took one last glance back at the cell, one last look at his father. They stepped inside the elevator and turned around. The doors slowly closed. That was the last he would see of Jasper.

Back on the surface, Tidus told one of the patron members to take care of the corpse. They knew were to take him. After the order, they nodded and took the elevator down, making sure to take care of Jasper.
Tidus placed himself next to Cass. He slowly now wished he had brought his jacket. With a weak smile, he reached his hand to Cass, in a way of saying: ‘You still have my gun, can I have it back?’
He had no idea who she had called. All he could do now was trusting she knew what to do. And let this person be trusted.

She wanted to tell him to stop lying to her, but she wasn't sure if it was a lie meant to comfort himself or her. If he needed to tell others that he was fine in order to believe it himself, they were more alike than what she had first thought. As he leaned into her touch, she decided not to put further effort into getting him to open up. She would never force him.
As he got up, so did she. Her heels soaked in the life essence of the man she had resented with every fiber of her being; dead for her feet. Now what? Now, they needed to get out.
Tidus joined her, as they went back to the elevator. Now, the feeling of the zombie being about to pop up around the corner was even stronger - and the zombie had a face of a man who had just been shot by his son. Shot, in order to protect her. She felt nauseated by the thought. Had Tidus just killed his own father, to protect her? How much of all of this would have happened to him, if she had not entered his life?... A metallic and sour taste joined her tongue, making her swallow hard. She ignored his question - who had she called? It was a little importance at the moment.

As they resurfaced, she felt a little more at ease, seeing those members of what she considered her only family. She had trusted them with her life - and given her life for them back at the razzia - so she didn't doubt them one second. Tidus gave his orders, before the two of them walked out to the parking lot. Finally, able to breath again, she noticed how she had clenched her finger around the trigger of the blonde demon's gun. She wasn't sure why, but she had the feeling she wouldn't be done with Jasper, and the gun helped her slightly to accept that his threat was real. He would hunt her in her nightly terrors, just as her husband did.
Now, the blonde demon held out a hand, and with no hesitation she delivered his gun back to him. With a relieved smile, she looked at the black Porsche that entered the parking lot, with the window rolled down. "get in æosers, we're going shopping!" a man with light brown hair, Grey-green eyes and a thick Irish-Scottish accent said, as he stopped few feet from them before getting out - letting the engine on. He looked at Cassandra with a concerned glimmer in his eyes." I'll introduce you guys on the way home." Cass simple said, as the man nodded at her before he looked at Tidus. "I'm Collin. Let's get you guys back to the house. There's some whiskey on the back seat." he said, before opening the door to the backseat for Tidus, guiding him inside the car with a gentle hand.

As she handled him back his gun, he smiled politely to her and put it back in its case. It now just hang there near his hip. Like it had never been used. He disappeared into his thoughts once again. Once again forgetting everything and everyone around him. That was… until a car approached them and Cassandra´s aura lightened up by the sight of it. The window rolled down and revealed a rather handsome man behind the weal. His little ‘mean girls’ quote, made Tidus chuckle and then look over at Cass with a raised eyebrow.
He was about to ask for the identity of this man, which Cass quickly stopped him in, as he explained she would introduce them as they got home. With a smile, he nodded and went inside the car. Just before he got in, he heard the name of the stranger being Collin. This made him stop in his track and look up at the gentleman in front of him. Tidus smiled kindly and him and nodded as a way of saying hello. “Tidus.”
with the car door opened so generous for him, Tidus placed himself on the backseat and immediately found the whiskey Collin had talked about. Easily, he opened the bottle and searched for a cup to purr it in. when that wasn’t the case, he shrugged and drank from the bottle.
He looked up in backseat mirror and caught eye contact with Collin. “sooo… where do you guys know each other from?”
The silence in the car ate him up. He needed them to talk. To tell him what was going on. And who the handsome stranger was.

It had not been that long that Collin had stayed with her, in her mind. Honestly, he had been there since the day after Jonathan had attacked her, since he had felt it needed for him to be able to protect her just a tiny bit; a thing most of her friends seemed to have failed on. Collin clenched his hands tight to the leather of the steering wheel by the thought, as Cassandra entered the passenger seat next to Collin - leaving Tidus alone on the back seat. The moment her door closed, Collin started the drive home - only to catch eye contact with the blue-eyed demon in the rear view mirror; hearing his question. Shortly, he looked at Cassandra, before his eyes returned to the road ahead of him. ’’I’m her brother,’’ he said, not even going to argue. A little smile showed itself on the corner of his lips. ’’I bet ya’ she haven’t told ya’ about me! That little brat!’’ he chuckled, making Cassandra scoff slightly displeased. ‘’No, sorry, my first idea isn’t to tell my friends that I have a very territorial brother that sheds more than a husky!’’ Cassandra answered - slightly affected by the whole ordeal. She bit her lip slightly. ‘’It was Collin that helped me away from Jonathan back then… Oh, and he is the guy that tried to kill Jonathan; forcing me to use magic that killed my baby. So, thanks for that, jerk.’’ She then said, looking straight at Collin. He shrugged it off and looked shortly at Tidus in the rear view mirror. ’’It was my beta that did that. Don’t mind her, she needs to go to bed and sleep off that terrible attitude!’’ Collin said, smiling shortly before he looked at Cass once more. They both chuckled once before Cass turned to face Tidus slightly. ‘’Collin is staying with me for the time being, to make sure Jonathan keeps a distance.’’ She said, smiling calmly. Had she told Tidus about the attack? Probably not…

He almost dropped the whiskey bottle as Collin introduced himself as her brother. Her brother. Her what now?! She had never talked about this Collin and now he just sat there, smug and smiling, behind the weal of his black Porsche.
He let them talk. He listened. Tidus was happy to know that the werewolf had been there to protect her. Especially when it seemed that both him and Tivo had failed in that. With whiskey running in his blood, he nodded with a smile and looked out of the window. Rain slowly started to pure down from the sky. It threw itself on the glass.
“Nice meeting you Collin,” he mumbled lowly and looked up in the rereview mirror again. He knew he should be happier. He should be welcoming this man with open arms… he could suffer in silence when they were gone.
Therefore, he painted on a wider smile and was about to ask more about their relationship, till a honk from another car sounded. It drowned the silence and before Tidus could even blink, a flashlight lids up the whole car. A big slam on the side of the black Porsche and they were now thrown of the road. Even the firmest driver couldn’t get back on the road. They were twirling around for what felt like hours. But it all took 10 seconds. and then it stopped. The black Porsche had hit a tree.

With his look now slurred, Tidus sat up and praised himself for wearing the seatbelt.
“Cass… Cass!?” he almost screamed worried. He couldn’t see how much of the car that had been damaged. All he knew was that he could move. Which meant… he had to get to Cass.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned out. “Are you alright?” worried he checked Cass from top till toe.
“OHHHHH Tiiiidus,” a voice sang outside.
Goosebumps attacked Tidus back as he heard the voice.
Darius. The dark angels…
He growled lowly, but didn’t move, until he was sure Cassandra was alright. Once he made sure she was alright, he looked at Collin and asked if he was alright too.
“I know you´re alive you piece of shit!” another voice hissed loudly this time.
A voice Tidus recognized as Lazy. The right hand of Darius.
“You think the other´s are alive too?” a third voice asked. It was lower than the others. Probably not meant for the 3 bloodies in the car to hear. This voice Tidus couldn’t recognize.
“The dark angels,” Tidus said lowly to Cass. He would have told her about them by now. A little human tracking mafia. All filled with demons, lead by a strong witch, under the name Darius.
“You need help to get out of the car? Come ooooon, it ain´t even that crashed!” the husky voice of Darius sang.

The flash of light made Cassandra turn her head, only to realize a moment too late that they had been in a collision. Collin cursed as he acknowledged that he wouldn’t be able to regain control of the car, so his arm instead reached out to press the witch next to him back against her seat, as they tumbled around for what seemed like ages before they reached a sudden stop; colliding with a tree.
Collin had hit his head severely on the steering wheel, collapsing on top of it unconsciously. Cassandra, who had never been in such an accident before, breathed shallowly as she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. She heard the distant scream, her name being flung at her by the voice she was far too familiar with. As Tidus checked on her, she tried to hide the fact that she was in pain, but she did a terrible job, as blood gushed from her mouth when she tried to calm him down. She silenced herself, as she heard a husky voice call out for the demon. Cassandra - a witch with the power to manipulate blood - growled as the group approached them and discussed if the others were alive. Tidus had seen her angry, but he had never seen her furious. He had never seen her tear someone limb from limb; a thing he was about to witness if they didn’t back down.
As she had been sitting at the passenger side, she had only gotten minor cuts and slices to her appearance. Inside, she was bleeding from some of her organs - something that would kill her if she didn’t heal quick enough. Yet, she was furious. One of her brothers unconscious, the other threatened. With a loud noise, she kicked one the door - ignoring her pain somewhat, as she left the Porsche and used it as support at she stumbled to face whoever had done this. She knew from Tidus who they were - the dark angels, their rivals. She didn’t even ask, as she reached out in front of her and forced one of the men to his knees by making his blood boil in his veins. He would die in seconds, if she didn’t stop.
“You guys owe me a car,” She snarled, clearly trying to hide the fact still that she was in pain, although blood ran from her lips with every word.

The dark angels. Were brutal, loud mouthed and did not care for each other, the same way that Tidus was doing his best to make the Patrons to be about.
Seeing one of their members, down on his knees in pain and agony, didn’t bother Darius. Instead he stood there, with a grin and a tilted head. He was gorgeous. Gorgeous and dangerous.
“ohhhh, so you´re Cassandra, another witch… I´m glad to finally meet you!” he said.
In the mean time, Tidus was doing his best to get Colling out of the car, only to have one of the dark angels to break open the door. With one switch movement and a smirk on his face, he pulled Collin out, threw him on the ground and then grabbed Tidus.
“Come here, come here,” the demon sang. He grabbed the blonde locks and kept pulling Tidus out of the car. Even with his blood and scars, Tidus fought the demon and kicked him in the stomach, on the stone hard abs.
Darius saw this and with a lifted hand, all the members pulled their weapons, pointing them at Cassandra, Tidus and the still passed out Collin.
“Cassandra,” his voice purred. He looked down at his fellow witch. “Stop with your magic or it will be the end of the werewolf over there.” He was clearly hinting towards Collin.
Lazy laughed like a maniac. “Use your magic boss! Use your magic!”
Darius shook his head, still with his hand lifted and an aura their screamed of warning. “one sign from me and all guns would be fired at the handsome wolf.”
Tidus got out of the other demon´s grip. “What is it you want Darius?”
With a loud chuckle, Darius opened his shirt, showed off his collarbone. Golden letters spelling the words Tidus. Something the blonde had hoped he never should see again. The powerful witch poked the letters. “Simple. I want you out of the pictures… like ALL my other mates!”
He looked down at Cassandra with a smile. “You. You understand it. You´re hiding the name yourself… could you imagine… a witch without a mate… it would be fantastico!”

Collin, still unconscious, had no way of preventing the demon from dragging him out of the car. Has he been awake, he would have torn the tongue from the demon's throat. Instead, he was collapsed on the ground while Tidus got dragged by his blonde hair, out of the Cass to join a bleeding Cassandra.

Darius made her feel sick. As he mentioned her magic and how he would kill Collin if she didn't stop, she growled lowly at him - all of the profanities she mustered in draconian were thrown at Darius, while she lowered her hand; releasing the demon from her torture. Shortly, she looked back at Tidus with a 'you okay?' in her eyes, before Tidus got free from the forceful grip. What Darius wanted? She knew it even before the witch had uttered a word - witches with no mate was like rogue werewolves... Dangerous. However, the answer was turned towards her, make her feel nauseated. How could he know about that? She hadn't even explained Collin. Only three people knew of her covering up her mate mark.
"you're forgetting one thing, big D," Cass sputtered at him as her eyes glowed in their dark goldenred color. She moved to stand next to Tidus, although she was ready to collapse next to Collin. "hurt my family, and I'll kill you on the spot." she warned him. He was a witch - she knew how to handle him if the need be. If he ever tried to hurt anyone she loved, she would take him down with herself as a casualty. Her loyalty and love for her friends meant more to her than her own life - something tisua surely knew by now.
Lazy annoyed her immensely. His way of saying things made her infuriated, which led to her blood boil.

Collin, that had been unconscious since the crash, finally came back to his senses. This resulted in him finally get up on his feet rather disoriented. As he saw the blood from his sister's lips, he turned his gaze to the men responsible for the crash. With a loud warning growl emerging from his throat, he moved to cover Cassandra from Darius gaze - as he scented Darius made her uncomfortable in every way possible.

As she decided to call Darius for big D, a smug as wide as the jokers, appeared on his face. “Ohhh, you´re flattering me now.” He said as he snapped with a finger.
This meant for the demons to take a grip around Cassandra as she placed herself next to Tidus. With a weak little smile, Tidus looked at his sister and thought about teleporting her away with a portal. Her and the passed-out werewolf. He loved her and didn’t once believe she couldn’t handle herself. But… she had been through enough and he wanted her to safety.
Just as he was about to lift his arm, Collin distracted him, by suddenly waking up and protecting Cassandra. Which was a relief to Tidus! “Cass, Collin… hang in there…” was all he was going to say to them, before he was about to make a portal underneath their feet, only to feel a sudden strong grip around his neck. It felt like someone was strangling him. He took a hand up to his throat and gasped after air. No one was around. There was only him. But, still… the grip got stronger and stronger.
Slowly his feet were lifted from the ground. He was now dangling in the air like a hanged corpse. Everything got so black.
“I don´t wanna kill you yet my dear,” Darius sang. His hand was lifted. A puppet master with his little dangling puppet on strings. The golden eyes of the strong witch now looked down at Collin. “You and your little witch can go. What do you say? Get Cassandra to safety? I promise I won’t touch her? Just walk away.”
If they refused, big D would sigh disappointed and otherwise let Tidus fall to the ground again. With a big thumb the blonde landed with a groan and a gasp. He could finally breath again.
“Lazy,” was all Darius said, before the crazy ass man of his right hand, jumped over to them. Quicker than a lightning, he stood in front of them and blew sleeping powder in their faces.
Immediately would they all 3 fall in a slumber, deep enough for the demons, to drag them inside their car and back to their headquarters.

‘’Well, even insults can be flatter for fools,’’ she said, sharing his smug smile. Although she despised him, solely because he wanted Tidus harmed, his humor matched hers in some ways. Had he not been some sick perv, she would have thought of him to be a suitable friend. Right now, she was ready to gauge his eyes out.

Collin, as he tried to protect Cass, was a bit too into it, which resulted in Cass not being able to focus on the witch as he attacked Tidus. Cass took a step forward, but felt something holding her back by grabbing her by the arm. She knew that strength - the hand. Collin. He was ready to guide her away, as he was offered her safety if they left Tidus behind. ‘’How the heck do you know my name?’’ she asked, positively sure that she had not heard anyone using her name at all. She was called Cass by everyone. She wasn’t even able to get an answer, before she tore her arm from the werewolf’s grip. ‘’Let. My. Brother. Go.’’ She snarled at the witch, clearly ready to fight despite her pain. She almost growled at the witch, warning him. Tidus fell to the floor, and even before she was able to be by his side, the demon named Lazy had blown some sleeping powder in their faces, forcing Cassandra to pass out. Now, both the witch and werewolf was passed out - being dragged to a car and shipped off to a headquarter.

When Cass started to regain her consciousness, she realized that the scene was far to familiar. She froze, feeling the blood freeze in her veins. To her left was Tidus, placed on his own chair, just as she was. To her right was Collin, chained to the chair, where Cass and Tidus was simply tied down. The room was dimly lit and smelled far too familiar; blood, saliva, urine… It wasn’t the first time this room had been used to… to what? What was about to happen? She wanted to say something, she wanted to move… But she was paralyzed with fear for what was about to happen. The last time, she was dealing with a human… Now, it was witches and demons… Terrified, she closed her eyes and tried to figure out what to do, only to be interrupted by the sound of the door opening and a pillar of light was shining directly in Tidus and Cassandra’s faces, leaving Collin slightly in the dark.

As Tidus woke up, he found himself in the same situation, as the start of October. With a collar around his neck, tied to a chair and back in the cell of the dark angel’s headquarters. He cursed over himself to drag Cassandra into this. And now her big mountain of a brother. As he looked over at the other two, he noticed the collar around their neck as well. The collar that prevented them to use their abilities.
He looked worried over at Cassandra. The terrified look in her eyes shined bright as the sun.
“Cass,” he mumbled.
Almost as they had heard his mumble, inside the cell stepped Darius, with that smug grin on his face. He caressed Collin over his hair. “So sorry you had to be dragged into this.” His voice weren´t concerned or even the slightly sorry. “Your sister just has her ways of being around the wrong people.” Here he walked over to Cass and clapped on her soft cheek. “And I wont touch you the same way he did, don´t worry.”
That was all the witch had to say to them, before he went over to Tidus, grabbed the back of his chair and drag him further down in the cell. Out of the vision of Collin and Cass.
In front of them stood Lazy instead. The demon with the joker issue.
“Hello, hello!” He said with a big smile and now dragged out his knife. “Do you wanna see me shave your brother´s beard?!” before Cass even could answer, the danger seeking demon, went over and started to shave off the werewolf´s beard with his knife. He smiled smugly at Collin.

In the meantime, Darius had laid a hand on Tidus forehead and tilted his own head to the side. “I wanna break that confidence of yours… I wanna see you lose that cocky side and all hope of a better life.” He then leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Right before I kill ya.”
Tidus looked up at him and then leaned his head away. Just to get his ear out of his range. “Fuck off Darius.”
“Oh, Just like anyone else in your life? Hmmm? Fuck off? Leave you behind?” The hand on Tidus forehead slowly started to burn. Slowly illusions would be dancing behind Tidus eyes, closed or opened. It didn’t matter. Darius had the power. “You wanna se them? All those faces… wanna hear what they really think of you?”
Captured in a web of guilt, sorrow and illusions of lost, Tidus started to wiggle around. Small noices of pain leaving his lips.

Back to Lazy, the demon stood in front of Cass and squatted down in front of her. “Sooo… You were the one Jasper so desperately wanted to get his hands on…” He tilted his head as his eyes gazed over Cassandra´s face and body. “Hmmm… I can see why.”

Collin, who had a hard time even waking up at this point - probably due to a concussion from the crash - felt fingers running through his hair. At first, it felt pleasant, until the realized that the scent of the witch wasn't Cassandra. His eyes opened quickly, only catch a glimpse of Darius as he approached Cassandra. The soft clap on her cheek made Collin growl loudly in a warning, as Cassandra simply looked down. She couldn't look at Tidus and show her fear, and she couldn't look at Collin to see the mess she had put them in. As Darius sad he wouldn't touch her like 'he' did, she looked at him with a frightened look. How did he know about that!? He moved to Tidus, dragging him away from her peripheral vision. Left was Lazy, Collin and herself. Lazy, of course, ready to seek out danger. Collins beard meant nothing to him - or her - so it mattered little that that demon shaved it off. It was whap happened behind them that made Cass writhe in her seat as she tried to get free. Using her magic was futile, due to the collars, making her completely useless. Without magic, she was as weak and scared as a doe.

As Tidus expressed small sounds of pain, she writhed even more, only to realize Lazy was squatting down in front of her, speaking about her being the one Jasper wanted. Tears welled up in her eyes, as Collin in a rough motion tried to break free. "don't you dare touch her!" he snarled at Lazy, making Cass whimper slightly. Darius had said he wouldn't touch her that way... He never said anything about Lazy - or what way he meant... Torture certainly didn't seem to be off the table with Lazy around...

Lazy wasn’t a normal guy. Far from. He loved to hear people’s scream of pain. The glim in their eyes when the pain overruled them. He loved it. So much.
And right now. He had that chance with the lovely Cassandra. The right hand of the Patrons. Former trophy wife of Jasper.
As Collin yelled up, Lazy stood up and looked with a smug over at the werewolf. “Calm down woffy.”
He did a little dance over to a table, where he here grabbed a torture device. The special little one to pull of nails. He smiled widely and danced over to Cass again. Teasingly he poked her forehead with the device. “Admit it... you love hearing Tidus getting punished. After all... it’s his fault all those horrible things happened to you.” Here he looked over at the werewolf. “And you’re agreeing right? Imagine... she would never had met jasper, if it hadn’t been for Tidus.”
In that minute, the blonde screamed from back of the room, which made Lazy hum happily. Like he had just heard the sweetest melody.
“Do you wanna scream with him?” He asked teasingly, as he looked down at Cass again. “One nail at a time!” Slowly he approached her, letting the device’s knife grab around her finger. In a swift movement he had pulled a nail off. Blood slowly falling down her fingers. “Yas!” Lazy yelled up in harmony.

Darius on the other hand. Was busy with his illusions. All the while Tidus was the victim of it.
In his head, he saw Elijah, bloodied and angry. His blue eyes were filled with pain, as he kept kicking Tidus in the stomach. For some reason, Tidus was on the ground, curled together in a little ball, trying to hide himself from the pain.
“You killed Josiah! You killed him! You abandoned me!” He kept kicking. Each kick was harder and more painful than he other.
“I... I didn’t... I’m sorry...” he mumbled so pathetically.
Elijah soon disappeared into a fog. Left was now Tidus. Laying on the ground. Slowly he lifted his head. Cheeks dries of tears. “Eli?”
“He raped me. You let that happen.” A voice suddenly said behind him. Tidus slowly sat up and turned his head. There Cass stood. Blue and bloody. Her clothes ripped apart.
“He raped me and beat me... you knew that... but you didn’t do anything... you’re so selfish.” Her voice was crocked and filled with hatred. “You’re a monster. Just like him!”
Tidus felt his eyes become filled with tears. “Cass...” He gurgled. A strong pain ran through his stomach again. He bowed down in pain. “No... sorry!”
Outside these illusion, stood Darius and was cutting in Tidus skin. All from his stomach to his face. He was having his own little party. His knife was created especially to cut demon skin. Like this, the sounds wouldn’t heal.

Lazy was, as his name led to believe, a sloth. He didn't even care to rip her nails off himself, using a devise instead. That sensation pained her much less than when Jerry had torned her nails from their beds one by one. Lazy was messy and without style. They couldn't be a mafia - they were too sloppy. As she realized it was simply torture he wanted to induce on her, she somehow relaxed, letting out a relieved sigh, to Collins surprise. She looked over at Collin shortly, with as soft a smile as she could muster. Then, she heard Tidus being in pain once more, making her look at Lazy with a stern look in her amber eyes. She would kill to protect him, and Lazy would be first on her list.
"oh, I'll just settle on reminding myself how much more you'll scream when I get my hands on you, you little brat," she said, as Lazy mentioned how Cass must enjoy listening to Tidus being in pain. However, the next sound that escaped her lips was a large yell of pain. The sound, though, wasn't really human, as she almost roared as a dragon as the first nail was removed from her hand. Had she ever blamed Tidus for her pain? No... Never. Tidus knew nothing of her seeking out Jasper. He knew nothing of the abuse for most of the time... It wouldn't be fair putting that against him. In a soft voice, although in pain, she started mumbling something in Gaelic, just to have Collin follow suit. The words was the lyrics to an old folk song, telling that even in the greatest storms, the trees with the largest roots would survive. Family first, always. Collin knew why she had chosen that one - he had taught her the song the first night away from Jonathan. It was a song that reminded her of the light at the end of the tunnel; something both of them needed right now.
Collin had smelled the blood the moment the first cut was placed on the demon behind them. He had yet to tell his sister, as he didn't want her to suffer from knowing such a thing and not be able to do anything about it.
"coward," she then said, looking at Lazy, as the song had ended. "too scared to handle me without chains," she stated, as she once more - with immense power - gave the chains she was locked down with a large pull, making the sound echo in the chamber.

To Lazy it was amusing how much she tried to act brave. He could smell her fear. Smell her anger. And Ohhhh how it pleased him. A pleasure there were to find in his dark, empty eyes.
Her scream was music. He smiled widely and pulled another nail of her. “I dare you to keep singing my darling!”
After four more nails was laying on the ground, the demon danced away, back to Collin where he grabbed the werewolf´s chin. “mmmmhhh… I´m sure some of the angels would loooove to get their hands on you. Not that you´re my taste.” To provoke the wolf, he clapped his cheek and danced back to dragon sister. “Not done yet huh??” he tilted his head as she sang. “I wonder if I should cut of your tongue. I mean… then you won’t be able to sing… and provoke people. HEY!” he smiled bride. “If I did that, you wouldn’t be in trouble as much all the time!” Teasingly he made the torture device swing a little loop. “that would be boring in your already boring life.” Here he leaned in. “Have you ever thought about your dead mate? That… if you never met him… he would have been alive… funny right? You killed him and deep down you know… you don’t give a fuck!” with brutal force, he spread her lips apart and grabbed her tongue. “Scream little dragon! Scream!”

Darius had gone from cutting holy signs in the demon´s skin, to start drawing a circle around the blonde’s chair. A circle there soon would be forming a devil´s tra. A big weakness for a demon to be captured in. He smiled and grabbed Tidus chin. Forced the blonde to look up at him. But Tidus didn´t see Darius. He saw his mother.
“Mom?” his voice sounded so broken.
Darius smirked. His illusion had their cold hands around the young demon. It was magnificent.
“Yes, my love… I´m here… here to say goodbye,” Darius voice whispered. A whisper there sounded like the voice of Lucrezia. Tidus mother.
“Goodbye?”
she nodded and caressed her son´s chin. “I´m leaving you. Did you believe I wanted to stay with you? Why do you think I left you behind with your father? I got a perfect daughter by side. She´s all I need. She´s the lucky and perfect child… you…You were a lost cost from the beginning my dear.” With the touch of a mother, she leaned in and kissed Tidus forehead. “Goodbye my son. Maybe I´ll be back after another 20 years.” Her voice was still so pure. But her words cut like a knife.
Tidus shook his head and looked down. His heart was slowly breaking. It wasn’t true… it was all illusions… he had to keep reminding himself that. He had to.

She didn’t act brave. She never acted like something she wasn’t. She simply felt how she was growing tired of the bullshite she had dealt with all of her life. Now, she was ready to fight to stay alive - to protect her family.
Lazy was ready to harm her even more. ‘’You are simply such a dingus that you could be mistaken for a Guinea pig used to test lobotomization done with a plastic spork,’’ she answered the demon as he dared her to sing more for him. After the other four nails had been removed form her fingers, Lazy decided to give her brother some attention. Attention that seemed short and slightly misplaced, as the demon then returned to Cassandra, as she started to mumble the Irish folksong. His threat meant nothing to her - she could not care less for her tongue. Her songs, her provoking attitude and her arguing was something she could live without. He leaned in closer, just close enough for Cassandra to spit Lazy right in the face, hitting him in the eye. She was ready to tell him to fuck a mountain, when he forced open her lips and grabbed her tongue; ordering her to scream.

The demon’s fingers tasted like a mixture of sweat, dirt and blood. She wanted to gag, but she kept her composure by reminding herself that the little fact that the demon soon would have lost at least one finger. She looked directly at him, as her teeth shifted from human-like to razor sharp and canines that grew to almost half an inch in length. She bit down hard, as she pulled her tongue back from his grasp but managed to trap his index-finger and thumb in her jaws with a crunching sound. Collin looked at them with a pale expression, as he had never seen her do so before. Had she always been capable of transforming!?
Cass didn’t flinch as she kept looking at the demon, not breaking eye contact. A loud growl escaped her throat, making Collin growl in the same tone, warning Lazy.

Lazy had never imagined she would bite into his finger. Never had he imagined that her beautiful face transforms into a face of a monster. Or at least her teeth. He didn’t even have the change to pull his finger to him, before she had bitten down into it and separated it from his hand. Now it was his turn to scream up in pain. His scream was so loud and goosebumps awakening, that Darius stopped his illusions and looked over his shoulder. This was the scream of Lazy. Not the werewolf or the witch.
The mafia Don sighed annoyed and looked shortly back at the blonde again. “I guess my play time with you is over. For now.” He kissed the side of Tidus head, before letting him sit there, with the holy signs burned into his skin and his limp body inside a Devil´s tra.
Lazy on the other hand, had slapped the side of Cassandra´s head, in the hopes for her to let him go. When she had finally let go, the finger was hanging lose, holding on to one little last piece of skin. With pure terror, Lazy looked down at the finger and just watched, as the blood dripped down on the floor.
“What is all this commotion?” Darius voice sounded behind Cassandra. He didn’t let Lazy answer. The vision of the blood and the lose finger was answer enough.
Lazy growled and turned his back to his Don. He had a finger there needed to be healed. With a hissing voice of pain, he left the chambers, letting the blood dripping after him.
Darius placed himself in front of Cassandra and Collin. “Naughty, naughty… I guess that torture on you won´t break you… but what about watching someone you love being tortured?” with one quick hand movement, he turned both Cassandra and Collin´s chair around, so they were facing Tidus.
The blonde´s head hang low. His shirt was ripped apart, so all the crosses of scars was visible on his moon pale skin.
“If that is what you want Cassandra,” her name was a luring, sweet tone on his tongue. “Then… I will give it to you.”
He snapped his fingers. Only a second went, before a group of 3 men appeared into the chambers, walking directly over to Tidus. Low giggles of unholy thoughts left their lips, as they now released Tidus from his chair, only to throw him down on the ground. The blonde finally seemed to wake up. His vision was slurred as he looked around. When he saw Cassandra, he smiled to her, almost a way to apologize. The blood from her fingers made it turn in his stomach.
The group of 3, used rare force to keep Tidus on the ground, while they slowly pulled of his pants. I didn’t take long for them to pull his boxers of as well.
As the situation slowly stood clear to Tidus, his eyes were wide open and with a growl, he started to kick the men. This only made them laugh louder and grab his leg. One of them even started to hit the blondes face. The demon who held Tidus legs, slowly spread them from each other, with the most sinister smile on his lips.
Darius stood in between Cassandra and Collin. Watching it with them. “You want it to stop Cassandra? You want me to turn you around again?”