Restoration Of NightWolf Tavern

Part Two

Vincente finds himself at the bottom of the stairs, blinking his crimson pools and letting his eyes adjust to the pitch black and firelight emitting from the torch. There was a corridor that winded and he slowly creeps down it, smiling to himself. The basement was as cold as ice, but he loved it. As he came to the end of the corridor, there was another door. He reaches out with his clawed hand and ran his claws down the door. Wood. And black. He grinned, pushing and his pointed ears perk as the low creaking sounded, as if it hadn't been opened in years. He took a few moments to survey what his crimson orbs were seeing. "Oh..my..god." He said, blinking several times. It was as if he walked straight into heaven, what his heaven would have been anyway. The room was enormous, vast blackness eveloping him, chilling his frame. The torch light providing sufficient warmth and he shivered. Placed as if purosefully throughout the room, were torture devices. Many Vince had never even seen. He walked slowly, touching every device. He loved the way the cold steel or wooden parts felt beneath his claws. Leaving his 'mark' on them. As he neared toward the back part of the area, he cocked his head to one side, his long raven strands falling to one side of his features. Standing alone by itself was an iron maiden. This device he knew about. He grinned, it seemed in great shape, apart from the rust. With one hand, he gripped the steel lock, turning and twisting it with force. It crumpled like dust beneath his claws. He hesitated a moment, wondering if there would be the remnants of a body inside. Before he could change his mind, he hastily threw apart the maiden's doors. No bones. Inside were the remnants of a dozen roses, wilted and frozen in death. His crimson orbs scan the belly of the maiden, blinking as he saw something. It was a small box, a jewelry box. He held the torch back with a hand and reached inside with the other, carefully cradling the box into his palm. His motions did not stir the flowers. He liked them. As he brought the box to him, he flipped it open with a thumb. It was a ring. A beautiful ring. Something this intricate and beautiful could only be an engagement ring. "Father...love was your destroyer. I vow it will never destroy me." He took the ring out of the box and carefully placed it into a pocket. He would carry it with him as a constant reminder of his father's ultimate downfall, vowing to himself that he would never meet the same fate. He would never love, no love could ever tamper his violence. Only sexual gratification and drugs could temporarily harness it, but only temporarily. Oh he could love, he possesed the capacity. But he wouldn't let it consume him, would never depend on any other for his completion. He loved his father intensely, he felt tears then suddenly. That was an odd thing. He could never remember a time in his life that he had cried. He lifted a clawed finger to his wet cheeks, studying this moisture closely. Why did he cry? "I give moisture to the dead." He mumbled to himself, closing the maiden after replacing the empty box where it had been placed.

"Master?" A voice rang out then, soft spoken and deep. Vince turned sharply, ears perked back and the torch lifted high. "Who's there?" He called out, his crimson orbs blinking. A dark figure stood on the other side of the room. He couldn't make this figure out well and he grumbled. "Show yourself!" He demanded and a few seconds later, the figure walked slowly toward him, stepping into the firelight. This was a man, with long silver white hair. his eyes flecked with the light, striking pale green. He knew those eyes. Those eyes! "My god!" He said then, placing those eyes in his memory. The night he and his sister, Alexis had been kidnapped. Returning to his father Link, it was the happiest day of his life. "Jaiden.." He said then quietly, his crimson orbs taking in every detail of the mysterious man. The man smiled, nodding. "Master." He said back, smiling. Jaiden was beautiful, but he had no pointed ears. His features seemed ageless and Vince looked down at the gunblade strapped to his hip. He wanted one. "Master?" Vince repeated, his brows knitting together. Jaiden was his father's slave? Suddenly everything became more clear. "Of course." He said then, as all the strange puzzle pieces began to fit together. Link had been a master and Vince remembered that time he and his father spent, he had begun to train as a master. He even dominated his uncle then, right in front of his father. He smiled wide, flashing his wolf fangs. "Make yourself at home Jaiden, for it it weren't for you, my mother would still walk this earth and I would never have met my father." He stepped to Jaiden and embraced him. He owed so much to this man. He released him and began walking through the vast room toward the stairs, the other man following in suit.