Little bird

"What's should we do with you my little bird." Darren coped "feed your pet ezeakiel's heart to you?" he asked and ran a blade sharp fingernail along Alice's porciline cheek. "How about I run you through on a stake but keep you alive to feel the pain for many more days. Drain you of your blood then replace it in your veins?" he smiled showing his fangs as he became lost in the wonderful prospect of how to torture and kill alice.

Ezeakiel strained against his restraints but only ended up causing more blood to seep from the cuts made in his wrists by the sharp metal cuffs that bound him. "N-No! Alice! Don't touch her!" he shouted desprately at Darren. "Alice stay strong! Don't give into him!" he struggled again and found that his blood had helped to slip a hand free. He reached out toward her but he was too far away. Though he could see the defeat and pain that are at her.

She turned a pleading icy crimson gaze to ezeakiel, "don't sacrifice yourself. Please live. For me..." her soft words were cut short by a piercing scream of hollow agony, sarren had apparently decided to go with the stake idea as he drove an elongated sharper piece of wood into her stomach. He twisted it as he pushed it deeper into her flesh.

Darren laughed manicaly his eyes full of temptous bloodlust and an unreachable need for hearing the endless song of this little bird crying. He ran his tongue over his teeth and half closed his eyes in bliss. "Yes. Yes sing for me little bird. What a glorious song it will be!" he laughed and three his hands up in the air. "Such a sweet and perfectly content music I make of you!" he exclaimed happily.