Lover Unbound (Black Dagger Brotherhood 5)
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V stepped into the lee of the light, nothing but a looming shadow.
Jane's heart pounded.
"You asked about the scars between my legs," he said. "How they happened."
"Yes..." she whispered. So that was why he wanted everything dark as night. He wasn't going to want her to see his face.
Another candle came on, this one on the opposite side of what she realized was a vast room.
"My father had it done to me. Right after I almost killed him."
Jane inhaled sharply. "Oh... God."
Vishous stared at Jane but saw only the past and what had come after him taking his father down to the ground.
"Bring me my blade," the Bloodletter said.
V fought against the soldier who was holding his arms and got nowhere. As he struggled two more males appeared. Then another pair. Now three others.
The Bloodletter spat on the ground as someone put a black dagger into his hand, and V braced himself for the stabbing that was coming... except the Bloodletter just streaked the blade across his palm, then sheathed the knife in his belt. Bringing both hands together, he rubbed them one against the other, then slammed his right one into the center of V's chest.
V looked down at the print on his skin. Expulsion. Not death. But why?
The Bloodletter's voice was hard. "You shall be ever unknown to those who dwell herein. And death shall come to any who aid you."
The soldiers started to let Vishous go.
"Not yet. Bring him into the camp." The Bloodletter turned away. "And get the blacksmith. It is incumbent upon us to warn others of this male's evil nature."
V bucked wildly as another soldier swept up his legs and he was carried like a carcass into the cave.
"Behind the screen," the Bloodletter told the blacksmith. "We shall do this afore the painted wall."
The male blanched, but took his rough wooden tray of tools around the partition. Meanwhile, V was laid out on his back with a soldier at the end of each of his limbs and one holding his hips down.
The Bloodletter stood over V, his hands dripping bright red. "Mark him."
The blacksmith looked up. "In what manner, great one?"
The Bloodletter spelled out the warnings in the Old Language, and the soldiers held V down as his temple and his groin and his thighs were tattooed. He fought the whole of it, but the ink sank into his skin, the characters permanent. When it was finished he was utterly drained, weaker than when he'd come out of his transition.
"His hand. Do it upon his hand as well." The blacksmith started to shake his head. "You will do it or I will get another blacksmith for the camp, as you will be dead."
The blacksmith shook all over, but was of care not to touch V's skin so the marking was completed without incident.
When it was done, the Bloodletter stared down at V. "There is one more necessary task, methinks. Spread wide his legs. I shall do the race a favor and ensure he never procreates."
V felt his eyes pop as his ankles and his thighs were yanked apart. His father once more unsheathed the black dagger from his belt, but then paused. "No, something else is needed."
He ordered the blacksmith do the deed with a pair of pliers.
Vishous screamed as he felt the metal clamp onto his thinnest skin. There was a spearing pain and a tearing and then -
"Sweet Jesus" Jane said.
V shook himself back to the present. He wondered how much he'd said out loud, and decided that, going by the look of horror on her face, it had been pretty much everything.
He watched the candlelight flicker in her dark green eyes. "They weren't able to finish."
"Not out of decency," she said softly.
He shook his head and raised his gloved hand. "Even though I was about to pass out, my whole body lit up. The soldiers who were holding me down were killed instantly. So was the blacksmith - he was using a metal tool, and it conducted the energy right into him."
She closed her eyes briefly. "Then what happened?"
"I rolled over, threw up some more, and dragged myself to the exit. The whole camp watched me go in silence. Not even my father got in the way or said a thing." V cupped himself loosely, remembering the mind-numbing pain. "The, ah... the cave floor was covered with this loose, powdery kind of dirt that had various minerals in it - one of which must have been salt. The wound sealed up so I didn't bleed out, but that's how I got the scars."
"I am... so sorry." She lifted her hand as if she wanted to reach out, but then dropped her arm. "It's a wonder you survived."
"I barely made it through that first night. It was so cold. I ended up using a branch to help me walk, and went as far as I could in no particular direction. Eventually I collapsed. My will to keep going was there, my body was not. I'd lost blood, and the pain was exhausting.
"Some civilians of my race found me just before dawn. They took me in, but only for a day. The warnings..." He tapped his temple. "The warnings on my face and my body did what my father wanted them to. They made me a freak to be feared. At nightfall I left. I wandered alone for years, sticking to the shadows, staying out of people's way. I fed from humans for a while, but that just didn't sustain me for long enough. A century later I ended up in Italy, working as a hired thug for a merchant who dealt with humans. In Venice there were whores of my kind who would let you feed, and I used them."
"So lonely." Jane put her hand to her throat. "You must have been so lonely."
"Hardly. I didn't want to be with anyone. I worked for the merchant for a decade or so then one night, in Rome, I ran into a lesser who was in the process of killing a female vampire. I took the bastard out, but not because I particularly cared about the female. It was... See, it was her son. Her son was watching in the shadows of the dark street, crouched next to a cart. He was like... shit, definitely a pretrans, and a young one at that. I saw him first, actually, then caught the action across the way. I thought of my own mother, or at least the image I had made up about her, and was like... hell, no way was this little boy going to watch the female who'd birthed him die."
"Did the mother live?"
He winced. "She was gone by the time I could get to her. Bled out from a throat wound. But I promise you, that lesser got shredded. Afterward I didn't know what to do with the kid. I ended up going to the merchant I killed for, and he put me in touch with some folks who took the boy in." V laughed in a short burst. "Turned out the mother who died was a fallen Chosen, and that pretrans? Well, he ended up being the father of my brother Tohrment. We got a small world, true?
"So because I saved a kid of warrior blood, word got out, and my brother Darius ended up finding me and introducing me to Wrath. D... D and I had a certain connection, and he was probably the only one who could have gotten my attention at that point. When I met Wrath, he wasn't into being king, and he was no more interested in ties than I was. Which meant the two of us clicked. Eventually I was inducted into the Brotherhood. And there... shit, yeah, there you have it."
In the silence that followed he could only guess what was going through her mind, and the idea that she pitied him made him want to do something to prove he was strong.
Like bench-press a car.
Except instead of going all soft on him and making him feel even more rattled, Jane just looked around, even though he knew she could see nothing but the two candles that were lit. "And this place... this place means what to you?"
"Nothing. Means nothing more than any other."
"Then why are we here?"
V's heart rate spiked.
Shit... Standing here with her now, after spilling his guts, he wasn't sure he could go through with what he'd planned.
Chapter Twenty-nine
As Jane waited for V to speak, she wanted to wrap her arms around him. She wanted to throw a whole lot of very sincere, ultimately lame words at him. She wanted to know whether his father had, in fact, died in flames, and she hoped the bastard had.
When the silence continued, she said, "I don't know if this will help... probably won't, but I have to say something here. I can't stomach oatmeal. To this day, it makes me sick." She prayed she wasn't going to say to wrong thing. "It is okay that you're still struggling with everything that was done to you. Anyone would. It doesn't make you weak. You were violently maimed by someone who should have protected and nurtured you. The fact that you're still standing is a miracle. I respect you for it."