Initiation

Chapter Five

Hours later, Singe opened his eyes, allowed his vision to clear, and realized with disappointment that his efforts were in vain. He had still been beaten and raped and left for dead, and even worse was that he still lived afterward.

But where was he now? He was no longer naked and cold on a dirty, hard floor, but wrapped in a coat and draped in a blanket, a soft bed beneath his beaten form. Had he been taken by one of his attackers? Looking around to judge his environment, he saw the shadowed figure beside him, and his reflex was to shy away. A pair of hands reached out for him and he cried out, as he was now terrified at the prospect of being raped again.

"Singe, it's me..." Lucian whispered softly when the broken man tried to recoil from his touch. Truthfully he was not surprised at his fledgling’s reaction. He knew that he should be grateful that Singe was still alive, but he could not help but wonder about the Austrian's psyche. He had endured through something terrible, and though the physical wounds would heal in time, the road back to full recovery would be long and hard.

Lucian carefully stroked back the hair from Singe's forehead, whispering words of comfort. Wide blue eyes showed recognition now and Singe no longer tried to pull away. Instead his eyes flooded with tears, and he spoke in a weak, raspy voice.

"Lucian, kill me... Please, kill me..."

"I can't do that," Lucian said instantly. "I won't." He knew he should not have been surprised at the scientist's words, but the plea still formed a lump in his throat which he could not swallow away, no matter how hard he tried.

"Please forgive me that I will not," he whispered. "And please forgive me for leaving you here to suffer so. I had no inkling of their intent. But they will be dealt with." He caressed Singe's cheek, and the man turned his head away, clearly humiliated.

"I can take no more of this," the younger lycan said, tears still falling down his beaten face.

"Don't be ashamed, dear one..." Lucian tried, refusing to give up. "You could do nothing to stop them; they were more in number than you and stronger than you. You have nothing to be ashamed of, trust me. Singe... Look at me, please...?"

The scientist could not bring himself to obey his sire’s request. The lycan leader's tender words and caresses made Singe feel unworthy of them. He was a weakling, and weaklings had no place in this world. Realizing that his request would go unanswered, the alpha cleared his throat and changed the subject.

"I need to examine your wounds," Lucian said regretfully. "Will you allow me to?"

Singe gave an uncertain nod, still refusing to look in Lucian's direction. His sire gently lifted the covers and the coat, inspecting the damage done. Bruises from kicks, falls and punches decorated the once pale skin like splotches of purple ink. Claw lines along the chest, and bite marks in the Austrian's leg. His anger for Singe's attackers consumed him for a moment, but he ignored emotion, knowing his fledgling’s well being was far more important at present time.

"Singe," he said carefully, "I must now inspect between your legs..."

Lucian had tried to clean the dried blood, urine and semen off his fledgling while he was still unconscious, but Singe was still bleeding from his torn rectum. Those vile bastards had really done their best to harm him.

Anticipating the pain which would soon be assaulting his entire body, Singe closed his eyes and willed his figure to go limp. He knew that Lucian would not intentionally harm him, but the shame of his Sire seeing what they had done was consuming. Besides, it hurt. He hurt inside and out in the worst way imaginable. Every time he moved, he felt as if someone had rammed white hot iron up his rectum and twisted.

"It hurts..." he whispered as Lucian gently spread and lifted his legs.

"I know, dear one..." the leader sighed forlornly as he, as gently as he could, pressed a cold damp cloth against the torn, swollen hole. "Just try to hold on..."

Gathering up the blankets around him, the Austrian stuffed some into his mouth and bit down hard, muffling his cries of agony. He did not care anymore if Lucian saw how he suffered. No other predicament was worse than this. Singe wondered how bad it would have really been to just die of leukemia all along.

*

An hour later, the rest of the pack was gathered in the large common room of the lair. They all turned at the sound of their leader entering. He seemed to be on some sort of mission now, making a beeline through the crowd as various members of the pack instantly stepped aside in his presence. His expression alone put a fear in them to prevent any chances of angering him anymore that he already was.

Lucian finally found his quarry: several lycans who now joked with one another, chuckling. Their laughter however was cut short by the approach of the alpha. Lucian may not have been an imposing figure, but he had other qualities which had made every lycan in the clan both respect and fear him.

"I know what you did," Lucian said in a grave, severe voice.

The group now went silent and pale.

"What are you talking about?" the short, scruffy one asked, feigning innocence.

"I think you know it. Singe. I know what you did. You and the others. I could still smell your stench on his body when I found him."

The short lycan’s friends stepped slightly away, and Lucian could easily hear their hearts pound quicker in their chests. The man he questioned only gave a nervous laugh, as though his leader where joking with him.

"Come on, Lucian... We just wanted to have some fun with the little bitch. Don't tell me you haven't already!"

Lucian's clawed hand was around the younger lycan's throat in a second. He pressed the other against a wall, and lifted him by his neck, deliberate in lacking gentility.

"Tell me the truth."

"I'm... I can't breathe..."

"Tell me the truth."

The grizzled lycan looked around at his comrades with pleading, terrified eyes. Some of those which were once friendly with him now acted as though they did not know him.

"Took him..." he had hardly any breath left in him. "To... storage. Fucked him there... I'm sorry... please... put me down..."

Lucian’s calm, wooden expression twitched. Slowly, he placed the lycan down, who gasped for air and massaged his bruised throat. The short man looked up with uncertainty... only to have a blow struck to his jaw so hard it was taken clean off.

Lucian watched coldly as the lifeless body of his former pack member sank to the ground, blood pooling out to the point that the alpha stepped back. Singe had already been defiled by this monster’s bodily fluids, and the dirt was the only thing it would be destined to ruin anymore. The group huddled around their leader watched the display in silent shock. Lucian did not seem fazed whatsoever, and the only expression he wore when turning to face his pack was anger.

"If any of you EVER touch Singe again... I will do worse to you than I did this monster. Is that understood?"

Several of the terrified lycans nodded, but Lucian was not pleased.

"Say it," he demanded, a bestial growl in his voice.

"I... understand..." sounded from every member of the group.

As he left the crowd, Lucian came across Raze.

"How does he fare?" the big man inquired. His alpha seemed to hesitate with an answer.

"He will heal," Lucian finally said, almost morosely, "but it will take time."


to be continued...