The Bird Will Sing

[Sublime]

"...A life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit."

Elizabeth Eberstark and Bones

Within the bowels of Coney Island a damsel with muddled emerald locks cowers, chained like an animal to an abhorrent apparatus, shuddering as waves of pain ripple through her body like droplets of rain on a placid pond. At random the silver leash around her airway grows suddenly taught, jerking the battered beauty into motion, and forcing her to crawl desperately on all fours in an attempt to alleviate the pain of the poisonous metal's ruthless embrace. The poor vampire shrieks as she struggles to keep pace, her raw flesh bubbling horrendously as she fumbles along due to he waning strength. Her cries echo off of the high rock walls of the room mockingly, the terrible smell of rot and her own slowly searing epidermis wafting into her nose. Finally, by the grace of the fates, the despicable tool ceases its dance and allows the pitiful gil to collapse to the ground with a pathetic moan. Her now limbs inert, the small whisper of light traces her pale form and one can clearly see the evidence of the abominable acts performed by her captors; silver railroad spikes are nestled into her tattered feet and bent at either end to prevent their removal, what look like bites line her arms and slender throat and blood clots around the silver chain around her neck like a master's reprimanding talon. Also, burns riddle her pearlescent skin where they utilized small tunnels in the ceiling to let the light from above ground kiss her tattered flesh roughly. The tired groan of a door openning pierces the agonizing silence, bringing with it both a sense of hope and dread.

I’ve got to get out of this. I've got to get out of here! Trembling digits entrap the merciless metal around her neck and start tugging in a expecting to utilize her supernatural strength to free herself. However, her allergy to silver renders the sweet sanguinist inept and her fingers relent their assault on the leash. Suddenly the familiar tune of her kidnapper’s vomit inducing voice creeps into her ears, “I hope the accommodations are to your liking, Ms. Eberstark."

"Go back... To whatever hell you came from!"

"You make a positively scrumptious prisoner, a bit of an early riser, but how delightful it was to awaken to the sound of your wails,” he draws in a generous helping of oxygen and a chilling grin like The Chesire Cat glints in the shadows, “and the perfume of your life force, riffled with the aroma of kindness and feeble hope for humanity. Yes, I think… If not for your usefulness, I would very much so enjoy removing your head a sliver at a time, perhaps after your nails and fangs... Or piercing your heart with silver, it would please me to be presented with the opportunity to snuff out your light. I’m sure many of your gang of bleeding hearts would mourn your loss, but… you see… That is your purpose exactly. You will be the key to granting our order an integral piece to our ultimate aspiration, that is... If they choose to save you.”

Her abductor steps into view, his ghoulish features eerily beautiful in the low lighting due to the precise lines of the skeletal body suit, it seems to form into something more than just a mask as he draws closer. The spector grins menacingly, sharky teeth glinting like polished ivory, giving The Kindred member the sensation he is about to go for her neck, “You can pretend you’re not going to cooperate all you’d like Ms. Eberstark, but in the end… Your screams will be more than enough to deter your friends from entrusting Fide, with the demon Baal. We’ll arrange a meeting; they’ll free Baal from that unworthy husk and give him to me. Then, they can have you and everyone is happy.”

"How did you- I won't, we won't help you; I'd rather die," Elizabeth bows her head, chewing on her lower lip and promising herself not to cry.

He crouches down beside the trembling woman, hooking his pointer finger under her chin and forcing her to look into his eyes, “but, I have a friend I’d like for you to meet before hand, after he’s done, perhaps you’ll find yourself in a more agreeable mood?”

A low chuckle gurgles in the skull faced man’s chest, back into the furthest corner of the room, eyes diverting to the door expectantly.

TBCB Akechi

"Don't fear the reaper..."

[Hattori "Shadow" Hayate]

Bones continues looking at the door, expecting his company to join him. After a few moments and nothing happening a voice echos in the room.

"Anyone ever tell you, you talk too much, Bones?"

Out from the shadows walks a man clad in a traditional ninja attire, his face covered in a featureless mask with the Order's logo emblazoned on it. His piercing red eyes glare into Bones.

"You should expect more from someone entitled "Death". I've been in here for a while, listening to our little trapped rodent groan."

Akechi walks over to where Bones and Eberstark are. His emotionless mask covering the smile that lurks beneath it. The idea of torturing someone brings a sick joy to the ninja known as Death. Death pulls out a vial of liquid silver with an eye dropper and a handful of toothpick sized bamboo sticks. He takes the lid off of the vial, dips the eye dropper into said vial, sucking up some silver. He then looks over the helpless vampiress, deciding to start at the soles over her feet, he squeezes the eye dropper, letting a droplet of silver hit the skin as a sizzling sound can be heard.

"Death looms for those who oppose the Order. Silver harms you, regardless of how it comes. But this could end easily, should you cooperate. What are we expecting to find from her, anyhow?"

[Sublime]

Bones lets the blatant disrespect of the feeble human roll of his shoulders, such a flare for dramatics that one… Perhaps once he’s fulfilled his purpose I will eat his heart. The Demon Belial chuckles within the confines of his own mind, shaking his head as a chilling sneer stretches across his features, “Quite impressive Death, I shall try to be more careful in my assumptions; you are very sly.”

On the other hand, Eberstark’s eyes grow wide like saucers as the ninja spontaneously appears before her, how long has he been here? I had no idea… Her tongue works over the dry surface of her mouth as she inspects the masked face of the new arrival, Death… That sounds promising, I was hoping it would be somebody I could possibly dissuade from completing their task… but this guy, he’s probably all too happy to do the job. Knowing the pain that would soon be inflicted upon her, the sweet sanguinist struggles to distance herself from the new comer, but her efforts are futile due to the silver leash around her neck. When the metal string goes taught, its grip around her throat tightening, Elizabeth yelps like an injured dog and this brings a smile to The Skull Faced man’s ghoulish visage, “we don’t need any information from the little birdie, we merely want her to call her friend and ask him to set up a meeting with us or she dies. Simple, right? But she refuses, needs a bit of convincing... That's where you come in.”

“FU-ARRRRAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!“

Eberstark was about to give her long time enemy a few choice words, but when the droplet of silver hits it’s mark an inhuman scream tears through her chest and bursts through her lips. Her mouth immediately fills with saliva and her stomach lurches, though nothing comes out due to the vampire having long since emptied its contents. However, the pain is not momentary like that of a silver blade and her scream escalates as the pain burns deeper into her limb, “P-plea-ease!!! MAKE IT STOP!!!!”

She lunges forward and claws at the flesh of her foot desperately, trying to remove the contaminated skin with no regard for the heightened pain it creates or the damage she is doing to herself. However, Death knocks her hand away easily, the vampire weak due to massive blood loss, and entraps her battered foot in his talons to prevent further struggle.

[Hattori "Shadow" Hayate]

The emotionless expression on the mask of Akechi betrays his enjoyment of the torture he is inflicting. He takes the eye dropper again, stepping down on the throat of Eberstark to keep her in place, he takes a large amount of the poisonous liquid into the eye dropper, letting a bigger droplet fall onto both shins of Lizz.

"I can make it stop. Just do as my partner here says, and it'd all be over for you. It's not difficult. Make the call, and we will take care of the rest."

Death takes the toothpicks and rests them in the vial to soak up the silver.

"Learn quick, woman. The cruelty I can inflict will be minor. I am called Death, because my victims beg for it to come and I appear to them, as the demon of their nightmares."

Again Mitsunari dips the eye dropper into vial, leaving it there for a moment. He kneels down, pulling a knife out from a pouch on his waist. He slices the skin tight purple dress from bottom to top, revealing luscious skin that would make any normal man's blood warm. The cold hearted ninja takes little pleasure of the sensual nature, picking the vial and eye dropper again, he drips some silver into her belly button, allowing the poison to really burn. The screams he hears brings him pleasure as he takes the knife and coats the blade in silver, slowly pushing it into her skin, cutting it slowly.

"It can end soon. All this can be just a bad dream."

[Sublime]

The terrify crimson orbs of Elizabeth’s antagonist are only made more chilling by the mask that covers his face, seeming to stare into the window of her soul as another unrelenting wave of pain racks her form. Her body convulses as if she were having a seizure and Eberstark finds her mind wandering into curious thoughts of what the ninja could possibly look like beneath the ghoulish disguise. She knows this being to be human, he smelt so delightful after all and she was so hungry, but there was something supernatural about him… Something… Different. A shiver crawls up her spine as her imagination runs away with her, images of gaping mouths swallowing the vampire whole and massive rows of teeth tearing through tender flesh. The sweet sanguinist sobs as her thoughts once again return to the merciless aching across the expanse of her body and the ceaseless searing of her flesh beneath the liquid silver. He offers her an opportunity to cooperate and Elizabeth shakes her head fervently, speaking between gasps of breath, “NO! NEVER!!”

A derisive chortle begins bubbling in the vampires belly as she watches him prepare the toothpicks and the laughter finally spills forth from her mouth, “Yes, Death, I’m sure your mother’s very proud of you. I’m she had always hoped her son would grow up to be a skilled torturer!”

Suddenly, an invisible hand presses against the side of The Kindred member’s head and bashes her temple against the pillar of the spinning apparatus that has been temporarily deactivated. Bones smiles as he releases his telekinetic hold on the battered babe, satisfied after punishing her snide remark, arms crossed over his chest and back resting against the stone wall of the torture chamber, “now now, that wasn’t very nice Elizabeth, you will respect Death.”
With the vampire pacified Akechi removes her clothing and her hands immediately struggle to cover her exposed flesh, only to have her limbs pinned to her sides by that imperceptible pressure.

“OHMYG-AAAAHHHHHRRRRRRRAAAAAAHHHHH!”

As the droplet of liquid silver slips into the tiny pit of her stomach the agony Eberstark feels is indescribable, like molten lava had been poured over her belly and was trying to tunnel its way into her innards. Elizabeth wails and darkness slowly begins to creep into the corners of her vision. The sound of her own screams begins to fade and as he buries yet another venomous tool into her skin the sweet sanguinist smile, slipping into unconsciousness.

[Hattori "Shadow" Hayate]

Akechi listens to her insults, unamused.

"My parents are dead. Killed by a member of the Inquisition. But my parents would be pleased. I plan on watching this world burn, for the pain they suffered. That I suffered. And for right now, your screams bring a smile to their face."

The ninja known as Death looks her over, the voluptuous frame of the sweet sanguist. Though she can't see it, he has a look of a child bewildered by the reactions he gets.

"You are quite the intriguing child. So much pain, and yet... You resist. Maybe going about physica-"

He stops as he notices that his victim is passing out. Akechi reaches behind his back to the pouch on his waist, pulling out smelling salt, snapping the snick and placing it under her nose.

"It's not nice to fall asleep when someone is talking to you. Perhaps you need a different form of torture. You see, I have connections in this world. Ones that can find anything. Track anything. Shadows that move."

Mitsunari reaches into his shirt, pulling out and envelope. He flings it open, photos of all those who Elizabeth cares about spread across the floor.

"You see, physical torture is being nice."

Akechi reaches for the vial again, taking one of the silver soaked bamboo sticks. He looks at it through his pale mask, stroking it's slim shape.

"A nicer way of gaining information. A way to make things happen the easy way. It causes you pain, sure. But how much? How far can your body be pushed before you break. I have offered you the reprieve. Letting things go easy for you."

Akechi reaches for one of Elizabeth's hands, singling out her slender index finger. He takes the bamboo toothpick, and places it just underneath her finger nail, just to the point that the skin meets the nail.

"But I can see that you won't break this way."

Akechi without a moments hesitation shoves the bamboo stick underneath the Vampiress's nail without mercy.

"You just won't cooperate with us this way. Maybe killing off those you care about will make you listen. One by one, each one thrown in front of you, just barely alive. Alive just long enough to see the cause of their misery. Know that because you wouldn't make one simple call, they are now dead. How about then?"

Mitsunari takes yet another stick, shoving it underneath her middle fingers nail.

"How far will you make me go?"

[Sublime]

Just as the pain in her body starts to dull, the torment fading into a memory and a blanket of darkness embraces the sweet sanguinist comfortingly, she is jerked boorishly back into reality. Elizabeth’s hand instinctively swats the offensive odor away from her nose, her eyes fluttering open and the searing pain in her extremities becoming forefront in her mind once again. The Kindred member howls in anguish, the flesh of her feet and belly still being assaulted by the liquid silver, but does her damnedest to smother the agony to save face.

A rebellious snarl tears through the battered beauty’s cracked lips, but as the photos are fanned out in front of her, Eberstark immediately softens. Her teal orbs slowly trace the familiar faces of her friends and adoptive family, eyes moist with the promise of tears. However, her placidity doesn’t last long, anger welling up inside of her like a volcano, and her hand slaps the pictures out of sight.

“No…. You MONSTER!!!!”

Elizabeth watches the masked assassin as he prepares his next assault, sea foam orbs brimming with hate, and the venomous collar taught around her airway as she sits waiting like an obedient dog. Akechi grasps one of her hands firmly, the vampire giving him as much struggle as she can muster, but The Order member easily picks his victim and slides his little present under her nail. The sweet sanguinist stares wide eyed as the sliver is suddenly driven in, “You’re sick! You’re all si-AAAAARRRRRAAAAAAAHH!!”

The silver coated toothpick dives into the sensitive flesh under her nail and another inhuman wail tears through the room. Bones smiles contentedly and continues to wait for his aspiration to be met, how wonderful it is to be me. On the other hand, saliva floods Elizabeth’s mouth and spills over her lips and the sweet sanguinist retches violently. After the heaving ceases the vampire stares up at her captor’s empty face, eyes hard and mouth set in defiance. However, upon hearing Death’s threat to bring an end to her loved one’s lives she once again becomes complacent, her weakness after enduring such tortures finally showing its true face as she collapses, her torso only held above ground by the arm entrapped by the nefarious ninja. He shoves yet another poisonous sliver beneath her fingernail, a feeble cry fluttering into his ears, “no further… Leave them be… Please… I’ll do whatever you want.”

The ghoulish spectator nods his head thoughtfully and steps forward, Elizabeth’s pink cat shaped phone gripped in his hand, “Make the call.”

Whimpering pitifully she plucks the cellular device from his talons and dials her friend, “L-Lucas?”

EOT