My Little Ventrue Pt. 02 Ch. 11

The Bishop was trembling.

Jack collapsed against the wall and fell onto his ass, hands between his legs, and a smile on his face. Exhausted. Natasha looked past Jack toward the Bishop, and her heart sank.

Damien had reached out for Lucas's robes. He was holding the fabric in his hands, clutching the dirty and ruined fabric to his chest, and sobbing. Daniel stood over him, sword drawn, ready to strike, but Damien didn't seem to care. He just held the robes to his chest and rocked back and forth on his knees. His wails were loud, screams of pain, filled with tears and cries. They tore into Natasha's ears, and she couldn't even raise her bound hands to cover them.

"Wait!" Natasha said. She got up again, but stayed by Jack. "Wait... don't... k-k... kill him."

"I spared him once. I won't spare him again." Daniel threw his gaze at her, and Natasha stepped back. The ice there hit her hard, and the fact the man was covered head to toe in more Kindred ashes.

"P-please. Please he... he d-doesn't...."

The front doors swung open. "What the hell?"

Everyone turned to face the front entrance. Julias was there, Beatrice too, and they both walked in looking ready to fight. Julias was decked head to toe in weaponry, and had a shotgun at hand. Beatrice, upon seeing the mess before her though, shifted to stay behind Julias.

Jack reached out for Natasha and braced himself using her shoulder. "Julias... awesome. If you don't mind, could you... yeah."

The boy started to fall, and Natasha turned to catch him. Her hands were still tied though, and the poor boy collapsed into torpor.