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More snickering and a few guffaws.

“Hey man relax. Just head that way and take the first left that you come to. It will take you straight to your body.” All the doors rattled again with muffled laughter.

Meanwhile in a dark room sat a lone figure. Hunched over staring at their hands. Grungy red hair caked with dirt and blood fell over a shadowed face. The sound of rattling doors had found its way to the room and the hunched figure stirred just slightly. Lifting their head slowly to peer at their own door which did not move.

Back at the doors as Caelean went on the sound of laughter erupted all around him. All paths lead to the right.

“My my what a commotion.” A voice from the shadows, glittering red eyes peered at Caelean. Curious yet something more sinister behind them. “You keep shouting like that and he’ll find you.” The voice teased.

Even if he tried to squint his hardest Caelean’s eyes would not be able to pierce the darkness surrounding them. The sickly sweet scent of flowers and incense wafted into the air. It would be the only smell other than wet and blood that he would smell here.

“Who is this Thorne and why are you screaming their name? Oh!” The red eyes narrowed in amusement. “Did he configure the object? Oh ho ho ho.” It laughed. “They are ********.”

“Hmmm. Just as I thought. Quite rude. But that’s a kindred for you. Rude. Just like Caine.” They tsked.

When Caelean asked who ‘he’ was there came another laugh. “You really have no idea where you are so you?” Shadows swung out wide like arms being thrown back .”welcome to the Catacombs of the Underworld. Where the dragon prowls and tortured souls live in delicious, agony. What sights your mate must be being shown. I’ll only slightly jealous. Well, maybe not of the skinning part. Or the tooth pulling that one is quite painful. Oh but my favorite part is the….oh no why ruin the surprise. You’ll find out soon enough.”

“You know nothing of the world. What a pitty. I highly doubt you will leave here alive.” And suddenly the shadow figure vanished. Leaving Caelean on his own for good. The silence was deafening.

The figure in the dark room shifted closer to the door. The sound of muffled voices. One sounded amused while the other not so much. But now it sounded like one or both left.

Thorne wasn’t sure.

He tapped on the door. Waiting to see if whoever it was was still there or if they had actually left. The tapping took a lot out of him. And he was fairly sure that it hadn’t been loud enough to elicit a response. “Caelean….?” His throat was dry, so very dry. When was the last time he had fed? Thorne couldn’t remember. He had been locked in this dark room for what seemed like days. Only being dragged out, tortured and toss back into the darkness.

There had been no handle on the inside of the door. There had been no escaping this room for him. Not that he would want to venture anywhere outside this room in the first place. When they had dragged him from it Thorne had been able to see what went on here.

Horrible things. Things worse than he could ever imagine. They made his stomach sick and half the time he would have wretched it there was anything in his stomach to begin with. What kind of place this was he had no idea, but those he contended with seemed to know him well enough.

Well, they knew who his father was anyway.

And his grandfather.

However on the outside, Caelean’s side, there was a handle and a simple sliding bar lock that all he needed to do was slide open and he would be able to enter the room.

Thorne would be in a sorry state once he saw him however. What might have been an hour for Carlean had been at least a week for the red head. He looked malnourished, hair caked with dirt and blood. Most of the physical scars were gone thanks to good ol dad’s blood and healing. That right now was probably his only saving grace. Black eyes were hollow as he stared at the door. His mind cloudy and he could not figure out what to do. “Caelean you need to leave.”

As the door opened light, or what you could call light here streamed into the room which caused him to shuffle backwards against the far wall. Whether from the light or a reactionary defense mechanism Thorne could not say. His body ached and so this his mind. One eye was swollen shut so he could only see a blurry, backlit figure through one blood shot eye. The vampire had gone through something recent.

Caelean probably missed the perpetrator by minutes.

“No….” He put a hand up as the word rattled in his chest. As if he had screamed it many times before. His throat raw and parched his voice merely came in a whisper.

They had used this trick on him before. They had known so much and anytime he asked them why there came no answer. Well; no. Not true. The answers were more brutality. He told them that just because he was related didn’t mean anything to him. Not really. They had never really cared too much. Not even his mother.

“It’s a trick. Leave me alone!” There was no way Caelean would have come. Let alone would the mutt have been able to make it this far

Black eyes stared at the hand, we’ll one for the moment. Wild eyed like a caged animal that had been poked one too many times with sharp sticks. He had been out through a lot physically and mentally. And while he could see Caelean and smell him memories would come flooding back and his brain told him to run in the opposite direction. Climb the wall if you had to.

And that hand just hanging there. Open.

Maybe this time….

Thorne reached for it. Tentative and wary. Bone tired. When his fingers wrapped around Caelean’s he was startled. As if he had just woken up someone a bad nightmare. Slowly he pulled Caelean closer to him. Inch by inch the the arm until Thorne was on his feet with his arms wrapped around the other’s neck. “It is you.”