Let The Torture Commence

~ An Old Abandoned Steel Factory ~

Bill did not know where he was, how he got here. But the blurred memory of Christian stood in the front of his barely conscious mind as his eyes fluttered open. He felt something weighing him down as it burned into his skin; silver.

He tried to stand but the weight of his weakness holding him back, his wrists weighed down by an anchor of silver, across his stomach and draped around his neck. He could feel blood seeping from his eyes freely.



He did not recognize where he was, he was paralyzed to a bed that was fairly new in this abandoned building. His senses were weak; blinded, he could not pin point anything.

"WHERE AM I?......SHOW YOURSELF YOU COWARD!" he screeched out.

Christian had set free his entourage so that he could be left alone with Bill Compton. He had done right in waiting for an opportune moment to catch him in a moment of weakness. He sat quietly in the corner on an old wooden chair, his short legs dangling freely above the ground. With a small injection of liquid silver into his Maker's bloodstream knocked him unconscious; rendered him powerless; exactly how he wanted him to be.

Chained to the bed in silver, unable to move, unable to escape from his plans. He had Bill right where he wanted him to be. Within his grasp and that was how he planned for him to stay. He could feel his Maker stir from his sleep, his body drenched in silver chains unable to move without experiencing the most cruel pain that a vampire could ever feel. To be on the brink of sudden death by the hands of a small child; his first progeny.

"WHERE AM I?......SHOW YOURSELF YOU COWARD!"

Christian silently smirked to himself as he hopped down from the chair onto the concrete floor, the heels of his shoes clicking against the hard surface. He began circling Bill, his hands rubbing together in anticipation.

"You are exactly where i want you to be Bill" his voice echoed in the dark.

Bill's eyes shifted back and forth, he had never experienced a sudden temporary blindness of sorts that he could not seek out his attacker. His ears only following the sound of like clicking stones on a graveled path to know the position of his attacker.

"So this was your plan all along" he grunted out.

The smell of his own burning flesh hit his nose and made him recoil in disgust. At this rate, the silver would burn through to the bone and that would take days for him to heal even with donor blood.

Bill tried again to move but was only met with the cries that passed his lips, trying to hold back as to not give Christian the satisfaction.

"So this was your plan all along"

Christian let out a laugh so innocent that to a human it would seen endearing, but he knew Bill knew him better than that. As Christian walked closer towards the bed, but not within arms reach as he glanced across at Bill's melting skin beneath the silver.

"I was hoping for a more...happy reunion. But that plan got sidetracked" he chuckled.

He watched as Bill tried to shift the silver than pinned him down to the bed, enjoying watching his Maker feel the pain that he had been carrying with him for so long.

"I wouldn't try anything like that Bill. There is silver coursing through your veins. You wouldn't make it even if you tried to escape. Let's call it...an insurance policy" he grinned.

Bill tried again to shift the silver that pinned him down, only to be met with the sound of flesh being torn from his body, his body becoming numb as he tried to block out the pain that flooded his body. There was silver coursing through his veins, that is why every inch of ignited in flames as he moved.

"An insurance policy for what" he gritted out through his clench teeth.

He collapsed onto the bed, his head barely able to life off the mattress than he was laid on. He knew that Christian had a plan, but what? If it was just to kill him then he didn't care. He had nothing; Jessica hated him, Kiara had left him. What was there anymore?

"If you wish to kill me then go right ahead" he muttered.

"Insurance that you will not try anything foolish to escape. That you will behave and do as your told" he replied, his voice thick with anticipation.

Christian continued to circle the bed, ready for any sudden move that his Maker may try. He knew that Bill was older than he was, but for a small frame he knew how to act upon it and use it to his advantage.

"You wish to die Bill? Why? I thought you had everything to live for? A snotty brat of a progeny, an endearing, loyal were...And there was me thinking i was sour" he chuckled.

Bill refused to answer, not adding anymore fuel to the child's ever growing fire that raged beneath the surface as he continued to lie there in silence. Fighting back the searing silver that burned away at his flesh. He could feel the silver burning through to his bone as he mentally cursed his weakness.

He had everything that he wanted, and he blew it all away in a moment of doubt, a seed planted there and grown by his progeny. Planting doubts in his head to doubt the one person who understood him more than he ever thought possible.

He was diminished of energy to try and fit the child, even with his age and strength, in his condition he would be no match for the child. He was older than what he looked and he was not afraid to show Bill who was stronger in this situation.

"So silent Bill. Have i hit a nerve?" he asked as he moved away from the bed.

He walked across to a small table that lay in the corner of the room, and on that table was a thin sheet of cloth that hung over the sides of the table. Christian climbed onto a chair to reach the table, he then slowly pulled the cloth off the table to reveal his artillery; his weapons of choice.



His fingers caressed along the handles of each weapon, unable to decide which one to choose, after a few moments he had settled on his choice. The long brown handled one with a gold tip on the handle. He gently pricked his finger on the end as blood pooled on the end of his finger tip. Perfect.

He climbed down from the edge of the chair, knife in hand as he walked slowly towards the bed again.

"Funny, how life can be snatched away so quickly isn't it Billy?" he joked.

"Everything ends one way or another" Bill spat out at Christian.

He could not fully see what he was doing, but could hear the change in the child's voice and knew that this could and probably be the last time he spend on this earth. And yet he did not fight it, did not fight to be freed, nor beg for a second chance. He was willing to except his fate, it was what fate dealt him and this was it.

"Everything ends in a way, but for me it has just begun William Compton" he smirked.

Christian crept up onto the edge of the bed as his hand gripped the knife in both hands as he glared down at his Maker. He slowly raised the silver dagger above Bill's chest and hoovered there for a few moment.

"Let me know how it feels" he cackled.

After another few seconds Christian plunged the silver dagger into Bill's chest as it slowly pierced through his skin and towards his heart.