Captured V-R Post Leader

Unknown POV:

"Get that crate back in there," I ordered, pointing towards a door. "That werecat is not supposed to be sold tonight! She still has to survive a fight," I told them, narrowing my eyes before I started for my office. I was the leader of this particular outpost of the Vampire Resistance... but the real leader... he was secret. Not many knew who he was except people like me. I knew, but I'd never tell. I swore on secrecy. I went into my office and shut the door, locking it behind me before I went to my desk and sat down, grabbing my phone and called my assistant. "Get me that human I like up here, and make it quick, okay?" I told her then hung up before I propped my feet up on the desk, noticing a letter on the edge of it. I frowned and grabbed it, opening it up as I waited.

Dmitri,

Be more careful. They're onto your outpost.

-SiR

I raised an eyebrow and then sunk into my seat. Greeeeat... not the council. That blows! We'll need to move to a new place and find the rat that squeaked. I heard sirens start to go off suddenly and my window was busted, a grenade bounced off my wall and started to speed up in beeping. I yelped and quickly got to my feet, running out of the room and quickly taking cover as it exploded. SHIT! They're here! Fuck! "EVERYONE EVACUATE! TAKE WHAT YOU CAN!" I screamed loudly, giving out orders as I got up shakily, starting to run for the weapon room. I heard a few more windows breaking as I ran down it. Crap! Why today?! I ducked into the weapon room when I reached it and started to load up my favorite guns, strapping extra ammo to myself. This is going to go well.... I narrowed my eyes slightly. How come he couldn't have warned me yesterday?! I heard guns start to go off a few rooms away. Shit! They're close! I should flee instead of let them get me.... I would be too valuable a piece for them. I know way too much. I walked up to the door and peeked outside it before I went out into the hall and started to head in the direction of the main control panel to use the computer of the building to lock down the hall that the hunters were on. When I reached it I found a guy sitting in a chair and eating beef jerky with his legs up on the panel. The guy that usually ran it was dead and slid up under the control panel. The guy in the chair turned around when I entered.

"Hey, you're just in time!" He motioned me over. "We're about to win." I widened my eyes as I saw him. SHIT! I quickly pulled a gun on him and went to shoot him. "You don't want to do that," he warned. "I'm an important member of the council. I'm Zachary Nero. My brother will be in here any minute now to kick your ass." He clicked on the ear piece he had in his ear. "Jason, I found him. Yeah, he's right here." I widened my eyes. CRAP! I dove for the panel and went to lock down those hallways. He pulled out a gun quickly and suddenly I was electrocuted as he shot me with the gun. I shrieked and dropped my gun in my hand, falling to the floor as I writhed in pain. WHY DO I HAVE TO HAVE WATER POWERS?!

"Zachary, we're taking control down here, I'm going to come up there if you need help."

"No, I don't need help. He's going to be out of it for a few minutes. I sort of stole your first shot. Sorry bro." Zachary spun the chair back around. I groaned as I laid there, my head spinning as I weakly reached out for my gun but missed it, hitting the floor. My vision blurred as I looked towards the prongs in me from the stun gun and I went to yank them out but ended up tugging on my shirt. He shot me again and laughed. "Ops my finger slipped." I screamed loudly, my body jerking as I writhed, hitting my head against the floor as I went into spasms. I panted as it stopped, my whole body sore and my head beginning to rush as I laid there. I couldn't even think... just stare up at the ceiling. The door busted open and a guy walked in. He had the prettiest golden brown hair and green eyes I've ever saw. He was dreamy.... He looked towards me and frowned.

"You shot him for me but didn't want to cuff him?" He asked, I recognized it instantly as the guy Zachary had been talking to. I looked towards him blankly and then blinked before I frowned, realizing that I needed to fight back. I was going to be taken.... I groaned and then ripped out the way for him to taser me. I snatched my gun and pointed it at the new guy, my hand shaking as it was hard for me to keep a grip on the gun. Crap... Come on... Not now. He looked towards me and laughed. "Seriously, what are you? New at guns? You're shaking." I narrowed my eyes and then shot at him. Jerk. I accidentally missed by an inch as the gun was too hard to hold still, making me tsk. I threw it at him instead, managing to hit his stomach with it. He groaned and held his stomach before coming for me quickly and tackled me. I groaned and then squirmed, trying to get away from him.

"Get off," I growled at him weakly. I heard a cup spill over and water spilled on the guy's head before the cup rolled off the desk and hit him in the head. Oh look, water is helping me.... He groaned and rubbed his head.

"What the hell.... did you just hit me on the head.... with a cup of water?" He gave me a weird look before he stuck out his tongue. "Am I the only one tasting salt water? What's wrong with this room?" He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and grabbed one of my hands. I yelped and then exposed my fangs, going to bite him. I had the water on the floor start to fog up his vision, forming a cloud in front of his face as I worked my hand away from him.

"Don't touch me!" He groaned and lost his grip on me, dropping his handcuffs by my head. I squirmed and got out from under him, taking off to the door to save myself. CRAP! I'M NOT GETTING TAKEN TODAY! NO FLIPPING WAY! He spun around and started after me.

"Do you need help?" Zachary asked.

"No!" He yelled over his shoulder. I yelped and stumbled out of the room, rushing down the hall as I tossed the most of the ammo aside to make myself faster and more flexible. I kept a pistol though at my side as I raced to get away, going for the nearest window. I felt something get tangled around my feet then and I fell face first into the floor. I groaned and then sat up, looking towards my feet in panic before I began to try to get the chains he had thrown at my feet off. I growled and started to crawl for the window, kicking the rest of it off before I got to my feet and shot the window. He was now hot on my trails. "Get back here," he hissed. I yelped and then went to jump out the window, climbing up onto the windowsill quickly. NOOO! He ran up and went to grab me, tripping through and causing us both to fall out the window. I shrieked as we fell to the ground and he landed on top of me. FUCK! I shoved him off me then groaned, trying to get up but fell over. My whole body hurt.... He groaned and I suddenly smelled his sweet scent as blood started to leak out from the glass cutting his skin. He sat up and started to pull out a knife from his pocket. I widened my eyes as I looked towards him.

"Stay away from me," I hissed at him, scrambling to get away. This is not good! He threw the knife at me, hitting me in the shoulder. I yelped and fell to the ground, whimpering as pain racked my body. He started to crawl towards me.

"You're not going anywhere," he told me. I struggled to pull the knife out of my shoulder and groaned as I got it out, dropping it to the ground. I looked towards him as it became hard to breath and my vision blurred again, my body still feeling the pain from the shocks. He got to his feet and started to breath heavily, looking like he was struggling from the fall. "Give up, I caught you." I blinked slowly, my body feeling extremely weighted. I let out another groan and curled up. Crap, I can't get up.... I'm stuck.... He pulled out another pair of handcuffs and started for me. I whimpered as I saw him coming for me and I held my hands close to my chest.

"No," I whispered, glaring at him. "Don't touch me." He started for me and got down on me. He grabbed one of my hands and cuffed it then used his hand to cuff us together. I looked towards it weakly then at him. "You ass," I hissed at him. He smirked.

"Shouldn't have joined the resistance," he hissed and started for his feet. "Come on." I yelped as the cuffs yanked on my hand and I groaned.

"I can't! You tased a water user!" I hissed at him. "You idiots!" He frowned and sat down by me.

"Seriously?" He asked. "How long until you can move?" I growled at him.

"A while," I told him and narrowed my eyes. "You better uncuff me."

"You're not getting uncuffed from me." He glared me down. I glared him back down and then shrunk down in pain. He got to his feet and grabbed my hands then started to drag me. I growled and then tried to struggle.

"Let. Me. Go!" I hissed at him. "Ya ub'yu tebya!" (I'll kill you!). He laughed and looked towards me.

"What was that?" He exposed his fangs. "Cooperate with me."

"Hell no!" I yelled at him. "I'm not going to tell you anything!" I snarled at him and struggled.

"You don't have to. We already know you're apart of the resistance." I narrowed my eyes at him then exposed my fangs.

"Then why haven't you killed me?" I hissed his way, ready to get him at the first sign I could.

"Because I'm going to take you to a cell in my manor to deal with you later." I snarled at that and then went to get his hand but accidentally hit my head, knocking myself out as my body couldn't do much to keep me awake anymore.

Jason's POV:

The vampire suddenly went limp and got silent, his head rolling back onto the dirt as he went unconscious. His silvery white hair fell into his face as his eyes closed over his light blue, sea like eyes. I pulled out my phone to call my sister Primrose. She picked up after the third ring. "Jason, how are you?" She purred into the phone. "Send the car?"

"Yeah, send the car. I'm fine. I found an interesting guy though. I'm taking him home with me and burning the rest of the place to the ground. Zachary and Xzander are okay. Ready a cell." I looked down at the guy and started to go through his pockets. I found his wallet on him and inside was his ID. Apparently his name was Dmitri Mikhailov.... Upon further searching, I found a few things that told me he was the leader of this outpost of the resistance. Just what I suspected. "We have a leader in our custody." I hung up the phone then picked up Dmitri. I started to carry him to find my other two brothers. They were waiting a little ways away from the building, talking to each other as a car was pulling up to get us. Xzander looked towards me as I walked up and smirked.

"Burn the place down," I told him. "Make sure you release any of the poor souls that went through the resistance. You know the drill." He nodded and started to pull Zachary with him, leaving me as the car stopped in front of me. The driver got out and walked up, going to take Dmitri from me.

"Here, I'll put him in the back and sedate him," he told me.

"No need, I have him cuffed to me. I'll personally take care of him." I gave the driver a smile before I got into the car. He raised an eyebrow at me but got back in the driver's seat, driving us away. Dmitri's eyes fluttered open after a few minutes and he looked confused as he glanced around groggily at everything. He tensed up a little then groaned, his face holding a look of pain. I watched him then pulled out a needle that would paralyze him if he was to try anything with me. I hid the needle by my side and out of his sight. "Dimitri." He blinked and looked towards me then widened his eyes as he saw me.

"Crap!" He looked at the cuffs and then at me before he looked out the window in panic. I frowned and crossed my legs.

"You're the last survivor of your little outpost." He tensed and then looked towards me before he narrowed his eyes.

"Why don't you just kill me," he hissed at me, exposing his fangs. "Isn't that your job? You've got me cuffed. Go ahead and slaughter me like the boot licking hunter you are for the king."

"I-" I hissed sharply. "Do not work for no king. Especially a vampire." I exposed my fangs towards him. "I'm a member of the council and I have more authority then a king. So if you think I'm doing this for the king or any king, you're wrong. I'm doing this because I want little pests from the resistance exterminated." He snarled at me.

"Then kill me already," he hissed at me. "I'm not going to do anything for you or tell you anything. I'd rather die."

"I'm not going to kill you just yet," I smirked. "I'm going to have fun torturing you." He narrowed his eyes at me and then pulled one of his wrists to his mouth with an angry look in his eyes before he tore a chunk out of his wrist. He groaned and winced, spitting out the piece of flesh before he looked at the deep wound that was quickly bleeding out. He's being suicidal. What the hell is wrong with him... I went to stab him with the needle then, crawling into his lap to try to pin him down. "I'm not going to let you kill yourself." He snarled at me and kicked me between my legs quickly.

"And I'm not letting you take me prisoner," he hissed at me. I screamed out in pain and dropped the needle, reaching for my man hood.

"Ah, you little piss ant." He smirked at me and then looked me over in amusement before he kicked me off him and into the floor, snatching the needle and injecting me with it. His wrist begun to heal as he got distracted from keeping it open. I groaned and tried to pull the needle out, feeling it already start to overpower me. "Fuck," I hissed. He smirked at me and then started to go through my pockets, getting the key to the cuffs and begun to free himself. I groaned and reached for his hand as my body started to freeze up on me. He laughed as he watched me then got the cuffs off him before he cuffed me and pocketed the key. He looked around the car then crawled towards a window, looking out it curiously.

"Let's see.... I think we're going slow enough.... I could jump and make a break for it," he whispered under his breath. "I can always do that... or I could try taking over the car... but I think the better idea in the end would be to escape without the car.... They could track a car easier than they could track me." He frowned and then licked his wrist clean of the blood on him. He really did smell amazing from here.... I tried to ignore my hungry instincts. He can't escape this easily, damn it. I let out a small groan. He glanced at me and frowned, leaning down and poking my cheek. He glanced towards my neck and then at me before he smirked. "What? You're not so big now," he purred to me. I felt my muscles tensing in my face. I let out a pathetic growl as my face froze up with the rest of my body. He laughed at me and then sat up in his seat. "So... let's see...." He glanced around again and then sighed, looking towards the door. "I don't know... maybe I'll wait until he comes to a stop sign and bolt," he mumbled and laid down, pulling out his phone as he began to play a game on it, calmly laying there. I struggled to move something, anything in my body. The only things I could move though was my eyes. He is so screwed when I come out of this and kick his ass.

~Time Skip~

He sat up as the car stopped and then paled. "Shit," he hissed under his breath. "This isn't a stop sign! He must've ran them all!" He narrowed his eyes and went for the door. I was starting to get feeling back in my body, the effects wearing off. I twitched one of my fingers as I worked hard on my hand and managed to move my arm to grab his foot. He yelped and looked towards me with wide eyes before he began to reach for my hand to make me let go, freaked out looking. I pulled him towards me and bit down into his leg to keep him here. He shrieked in pain and then winced, squeezing his eyes shut before he groaned and fell over. His body must still be sensitive from those shocks.... I pulled back from his leg quickly and dug my nails into him.

"You're not getting away," I told him firmly. He whimpered and gripped the seat, his fangs exposing instinctively.

"Pl-please," he begged me, his body trembling.

"You should have thought about this earlier. Those innocent in the resistance begging.... Go ahead and beg... You're as good as sold." I felt my body coming back and I started to crawl my way to him. He whimpered and then fell onto his back in pain. He couldn't even fight me like this. I found my way on top of him and pinned him, wrapping my hands around his neck since they were cuffed. He winced and looked up at me before he struggled a little but gave up rather quickly, looking exhausted. I sat up on top of him and started to get the key for the cuffs. He yelped and looked up at me in panic as I got them out of his pocket.

"Don't you dare," he hissed at me. I uncuffed myself and started to cuff us back together. He growled at me and then tugged on the cuffs. "I'm going to make you regret this," he hissed under his breath.

"I already do," I hissed and crawled my way out of the car, tugging him with me then leaned up against the car and struggled to get myself to my feet. He groaned as he had to stand up and almost fell over but he managed to keep himself on his feet. He glared at me then looked at my manor before he looked a little afraid of it. He seemed to recognize it and looked freaked out. I started for the door, taking my time and dragging him with me. He growled a little but didn't put up a fight, too tired. Primrose walked up as I came in and smirked.

"Jason," she purred. "Let me take him to the cell for you. Go get cleaned up."

"Thanks sis, be careful. He got me in the car...." I muttered and uncuffed myself from him and shoved him towards her. She caught him and then looked revolted as she smelled him.

"Gross, he smells like salt," she hissed under her breath. "Like the sea." She gagged and started to pull him away, muttering about how she hated the sea.

"Yeah, well, I taste sea in my mouth." I started for my bedroom. I went inside it and to my bathroom, stripping quickly and getting in the shower. When I finished my nice hot bath I put on some comfortable silk pajamas and walked out towards my bed and collapsed on it. There is no way I'm going down there right now to torture him. That can wait until tomorrow night. The sun will be up soon anyways.