When Lazarus vision cleared and his senses realigned he realized he was bound to a chair in chains.
His arms that were on the armrest of the chair were pierced by daggers between the joints of his wrists, knees, and shoulders. Causing him severe pain, and a mild dizziness which he deduced came from said daggers.
He looked at the people infront of him who seemed to have taken off their hoods revealed their appreances.
The one with the skull staff was a wrinkled old man who appeared to be close to death but is staying alive with a long white beard that nearly touched the floor. Lazarus could see a weaker version of the black wispy aura that came of him on the man.
The other, who held the bookwas a woman with fair skin with teal blue eyes and long black hair. She wore a simple black dress with green itchings. The aura that surrounds her felt similar to Astra. Which indicating that she was a witch as she had the highest magical potency.
The largest of them was a man with fair skin he possessed burgundy colored eyes, with no hair on his head and a full beard around his mouth. With his robe removed Lazarus could see the man was built like a tank being around 7'8 in height he wore a simple pair of tattered jeans and a wife-beater. He bore numerous scars along his arms and one across his face. That seemed to have come from a fierce battle. Lazarus didn't know why but, upon see the man he could feel a feeling of disgust and hatred that wasn't of his own.
And lastly the man seated infront of Lazarus. He was a rugged yet handsome man who appeared to be in his late 30's to early 40's. He had dark green hair that seemed to be black if you didn't look closely. His eyes were a deep brown and he a black short beard.
He wore a black uniform of black, green and brown. Unlike the others he didn't wear a robe. He also seemed to be a hunter but, not a very powerful one at that.
The man wasted no time and spoke. "Look here kid, we want to know what you did to our comrade, the vampire Fredrick?" He finished, but at first Lazarus didn't know who he was refering to.
That is until he heard an familiar voice in his head. "Oh! There refering to the vampire who attacked you before you awakened."
'Well excuse me, I was kinda preoccupied bleeding to death.' He replied to Dakarai within his mind-scape.
But, before Lazarus could continue having his discussion with Dakarai.
Bang!
Lazarus was struck across the face by the man infront of him, causing him to spit a mouthful of blood.
"Ow. Couldn't wait, could ya? He questioned turning his head back forward.
"Now look here you little shit! You may think your hot shit cause your a vampire now or whatever but, here's the thing." He paused allowing the suspense too build.
"You were nothing,but a small fish in a big pond. So we want to know what happened to our friend, and your going to tell us."
"And don't try fighting your way out of this, cause we took some... percussions." He gestured towards
The daggers inbeded in your flesh will hinder you. He continued as he grabbed the two daggers in his shoulders, than twisted them.
"Argh!" Lazarus let out a low grunt of pain, as his blood continues to drip from the wound.
"The first two that on you were enchanted to induce constant, unending pain on the unfortunate soul pierced by them."
"The ones in your wrists will drain your strength and vitality."
"And the one's in your knee were lased in a deadly poison made from a demon." He finished as he held the handle of the knife.
"Now... Will you talk before we have to get violent." He said as he slightly twisted the knife.
But, as he did and looked at Lazarus face he was smiling. Revealing a bloody smile.
Ptooey.
Lazarus spat a stream of blood onto face of the man and he let out a small manic laugh.
"Hahahaha. Bring it."
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Back at the police precinct. Cassandra looked at the black haired werewolf. He decided to speak some unflattering words
"Look here you purple haired bitch! Touch my sister.. and I'll kill you. He roared as hair began to form along his arms and his claws elongated further. And they developed a silvery shine to them.
But instead of panicking Cass looked at nova and smiled, which let Nova no she had bad intentions.
"Bacho run!" She shouted for her brother but he couldn't reaction fully in time as Cass appeared infroof him in a blurr and struck him with a fist coated in lightning and flames.
"Argh!" Let out a howling of pain as he felt the furr and skin in his arm burn as lightning passed through it, causing it to go limp from the numbness.
Cassandra continued her barrage of attackes as she delivered powerful and fast strikes to Bacho's ribs, stomach and face.
Bacho got to one knee as he tried to see through the gaps of his gaurd but all he could see was a violet blurr.
"I'll ask again what happened to Lazarus!?" She questioned as as she delivered a final devastating blow towards Bacho right chest.
Nova couldn't moved as she remembered when Cassandra grabbed her, she realized the vampire sent out a current of electricity through her brain, paralyzing her body.
Cassandra held Bacho by his neck as she prepared to pierce through his chest.
"Last chance, where is he?
Nova realized she had to speak or else her brother would be killed. "He was taken, by some hoodied figure! I swear thats all I know! So please i beg of you spar my brother please!"
Cassandra hesitated as her clawed nails were mearly a few inches from piercing the werewolf's chest.
But she didn't go through with it as she tossed the body to the floor as she sat on a large piece of rubble.
As she let out a scream of anguish. Her thoughts spiraling wondering if Lazarus is even alive as, the people who could do what they did down stair werent the types to take hostages.
she didn't think they had long to find them before anything bad could happen.
As she did she remembered how she wanted to confessed to Lazarus but was scared of rejection, and if they failed she may never get this opportunity again.
As she began to ponder in her thoughts her brother and Astra entered as with a faint beginning of tears.
She wiped her eyes and asked them why they entered. "What's up?"
Lason ignore her question as he approached her. Cuppinh her face with a gentleness that seemed out of place. "It's okay sis. We'll find him you have my word." He said as he kissed her forehead and hugged her.
Cassandra and lason may have been twins but Cassandra always felt she could rely on Lason like a little sister could to her elder brother.