The first thing that welcomed him when he woke up was the immense pain in his abdomen making him grimace. He was about to hold the area where the pain seemed to be coming from but got stopped by the chains wrapped around his hands. He heaved a deep sigh, trying to ignore the jolts of pain shooting through his body.
He tried to remember how he had gotten here but that only resulted in his head hurting, just adding to his already aching body.
His thoughts drifted off to his angel and instantly worry started gnawing at him. How was she? Was she alright? Was she safe? Questions started popping in his head just managing to increase his worry.
He tried to take a whiff of the place to see if he was anywhere familiar even though he highly doubted that but he failed rather miserably. He tried again but just like before, he failed. His senses had grown weak.
"Luca, are you there?" He quickly mind linked his wold, desperately hoping that he was still there. A few moments later xhe heard a few whimpers in his mind before his wolf spoke up, "I'm here." His voice was wavering from the excessive amount of pain he was suffering through. It didn't help that there were silver chains tightly wrapped around him. They would be affecting Luca deeply.
"How are you holding up?" He asked, worried about his wolf. He knew his wolf was blocking the pain from him but he could tell that it was terrible.
"Bad, I need June." He whimpered in pain while hiding in a corner in his mind. Xavier sighed, he wasn't sure how he was going to comfort his wolf in their current situation. He didn't want to feed him with lies because even he was having doubts of ever seeing their mate again.
"Just hold on a little longer." He cut the mind link off, not wanting to hear more from his wolf. He couldn't bear the pain in his voice.
He scanned around the area, looking for any signs of escape but ended with one. The little concrete cell had barely any light. The only light visible was shining through the bottom of the door. He didn't have the energy to get up and neither could he escape the silver chains so he just sat there, feeling helpless.
He was starting to feel drowsy. His eyes felt heavy while his head light. Taking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes trying once again to think hard as to how he had gotten here.
He was about to pass out when he heard the door open with a loud bang. He didn't open his eyes, he had an idea of who it might be.
"Aren't you going to greet me, brother?" His deep and sinister voice hit his ears and he resisted the urge to lunge towards him. He wasn't in the situation to do so.
"It seems like you don't want to talk to me, brother. Don't you want to catch up on what I have been up to lately?" His voice was cold and the laugh that escaped his lips afterwards seemed to be even colder.
"Fuck you." He mustered up the strength to say when all he wanted to do was rip his godamn body apart. Letting him live was the second biggest regret of his life.
"Now don't be so rude, brother. Is that the way to talk to your brother?" He heard him move around before he crouched down in front of him. He finally opened his eyes and looked at him with a venomous stare while he just smiled.
"You have no idea how satisfying it is to see you in this position," He whispered, pausing for a moment before a shiny item came into Xavier's view making his eyes immediately widen. He held his breath as the dagger stabbed through his arm sending a wave of pain through his arm."Absolutely no idea."
He pulled the dagger out soon enough, sending yet another jolt of pain through his body, and twirled the dagger with his finger, his eyes gleaming while Xavier tried to get a grasp on his breathing. "You remember this dagger? Your father gave one to you and me." Xavier's eyes snapped towards the dagger and he mentally threw a profanity towards his father.
"You know your chances of surviving were practically zero but my witches managed to save you. It would be a shame if you just died in your sleep, wouldn't it?" His words made the image of an old woman flash through his mind. The memory seemed to be hazy but it was present. Had he wiped his recent memories as well?
"Besides, what type of brother would I be if I let my only brother die like that?" He slightly laughed, taking out a white clothe and cleaning the blood from the dagger before putting it back into his pocket and standing up.
The pain in his arm had seemingly numbed his body. He felt as if his body was floating but his eyes felt as if someone had put bricks on them.
It was disturbing.
"Ignoring someone isn't very nice. Oh well, I guess you aren't going to be talking anytime soon so I should just go ahead with what I have planned." He muttered before silence enveloped the both of them.
He knew exactly what he meant and in all honesty, he had already come to a conclusion that it would result in his death. He wouldn't have really cared if he didn't have a mate but he did and just imagining the pain she would have to go through because of his death made his heart ache.
He heard the door open once again but didn't bother looking up. His eyes were glued to the chains around his wrists and the little blood dripping from the cuts they had caused.
Heavy footsteps echoed through the tiny cell before they came to a sudden halt. He wasn't scared nor was he nervous. He just patiently waited.
"Drag him ahead." The person started moving again, grabbing him by the arm and pushing him forward. He couldn't manage to push him a lot because of the chains and his muscular form. Now he laid in a hunched position.
When the first blow of the whip came down onto his back, he felt as if someone had thrown acid over his whole form. It hurt a lot but he didn't make a single sound. He just remained quiet, silently waiting for it all to end.
One after another, the person kept hitting him. He was sure that the skin on his back had been ripped to shreds but never did he make a single sound. He didn't want to give that vile man the satisfaction of his pain.
"I would've continued but I don't want you to die since I had promised your little mate that I would kill you in front of her." The man that had been repeatedly tearing his back apart stopped and left the room, never speaking once. He still didn't look up at the person whom he used to think of as a brother, a friend. He was the same person he had trusted over his own mate.
"Guess I should let you rest for now, right? See you later, brother." He spoke happily before leaving the room, slamming the door loudly. As soon as he was gone, Xavier let out a heavy sigh. Even breathing hurt at this point. The wounds on his back weren't going to be healing anytime soon because of the silver infected into his body.
He was about to close his eyes and drift off to sleep when the door burst open. He didn't bother looking up once again and just continued staring at the concrete floor.
"Well ignoring is surely something that you shouldn't be doing in your current position." His eyes snapped up towards the female voice, frowning at the unknown lady standing in front of him.
"Who are you?" He asked, trying to remember if he had ever seen this woman before but he ended up with nothing. She laughed lightly, playing with a strand of her hair before shaking her head.
"The person who shot you, don't you remember?" She smirked, her eyes monetarily dropping to the wound on his arm before moving up to his eyes.
"Why are you here?" The last thing he wanted right now was this girl to laugh at him. He was already tired and he couldn't deal with anymore shit at the moment.
"Just decided to give you a visit," He rolled his eyes, she was here for anything but that. "Maybe help you escape. Who knows?" She continued happily. The last part caught his attention and he looked up at her confused.
"Why would you do that?" He asked suspiciously. She just shrugged before inspecting one of her perfectly manicured nails.
"You see, I hate Damon and currently having you here has made him more happy then finding his soul mate and that doesn't settle very well with me." She shrugged once again. He didn't miss the anger in her voice when he talked about him and he knew exactly who she was.
"You're his mate." She slowly raised her brow at him and nodded before commenting,"You're smart." He ignored her words and asked his next question, "Rejected?" He didn't have the energy in him to form full sentences anymore but he wanted answers and possibly help if this woman was offering.
"He can't reject me because his wolf would go insane so no, not rejected but of course he doesn't love me. He loves your mate. According to him, he does," She paused for a moment before continuing. "It isn't love, it's anything but love. He has developed a sick obsession towards your mate. It's absolutely psychotic, dark and malicious. He'll ruin her."
"Then what am I supposed to fucking do?! I'm typed in this fucked up cell and I can barely even talk. How will I fucking protect my mate?" His voice was filled with agony and fury, he was angry at himself for not being able to protect his mate and for not killing that motherfucker when he had the chance.
"I'll help you escape," She started, a smirk slowly forming on her tainted lips, "But I get to have Jax." He frowned at her words. Why did she want him?
"Why him?" He asked, curious about why she wanted his beta. She lightly shrugged before answering, "You see, Jax was my first mate but I, being the young idiotic being I was, rejected him but now I realize how much I need him and I want him back."
"I-i can't do that, he's angel's best friend. I can't." He mumbled, looking down. He couldn't do that. It would hurt his angel but he also wanted to save her. He was torn.
He heard her laugh and looked up confused. She shook her head at him, a wide smile on her face."So you really don't want to save your mate?" He bit his lip and shook his head.
"I do want to save her but I would never do it by ruining someone else's life. Not anymore anyways." If he were his previous self, he wouldn't have hesitated on taking up on that offer. He was selfish but that was before his angel. He couldn't do something like this now.
"I've heard a lot about you being cruel so how come you're not taking up on my offer?" She raised her brow at him yet again.
"She changed me."
His whisper was quiet, barely audible. The little bit energy in his body was starting to leave as well and all he wanted to do was just close his eyes and escape everything.
"Fine, don't help me. One day you might have to return the favor I guess." His eyes were almost closed when she approached him and injected a needle into his arms.
"Tha should do the job" That was the last thing he heard before closing his eyes and letting the darkness envelope him.