Another visit to Desperation.

This time it was clear. He wouldn't be able to escape their attacks so easily, in a confined space.
This time it was clear. He wouldn't be able to escape at all.
 
At least this time he could at least lash out, this time he wasn't held down.
 
As he heard the giant werewolf distraction yelling outside He couldn't help but remember his father's bellowing voice.
 
The dark club and the fighting ring, it looked almost the same.
The dark stone tile was black marbled with green, he was railing against velveteen chains as they dragged his lover, his son, into the room.
 
"My childe, you cannot have a childe, I told you it was forbidden! I told you! YOU DID NOT HAVE PERMISSION!"
The sting of his fathers hand, and the rakes hand, and then the sheriffs hands were all felt at once.
 
"You were told." The prince shook his head and cupped his bleeding face. "I am your only love. " He whispered. "I am all you see and feel."
 
Amelia was twisting at the broken limbs of the broken body on the floor, like the evil thing she was.
 
"We all deserve.." Billy spat his mouthful of blood onto the floor barely seeing well enough through blood stained tears in his eyes. "...to have love Father!" He felt he was righteous and strong but he just looked pathetic and broken.
 
The inner leadership tore at Billy, he couldn't even feel it any more just sharp blood spattered tugs on his skin. The ripped at his hair and forced him to watch as the stake went in his beautiful mate...and he was shoved into the fire.
 
When the grasp on his arm loosened he bolted to the fire but could only get a grasp of hair... it was all that was left.
 
Billy listened to the bellowing wolf from the the hayloft flexing one hand and the claws on it, and gently closing the locket he wears around the chain on his neck with his other hand.
 
Red eyes went glassy with the lack of emotion as he imagined tearing it's head off...
 
That's when the black one came out of a mirror near the bar.