The shackles on his wrists burned his soul, causing him to fidget in his seat. His captors had grown weary of his antics, his demanding, his arrogance.
“Tell us, Dream Lord,” The vampire, Alexander hissed.It had taken him hours to finally conceide to the fact that the creature he had captured did indeed have no name. The man that would later be named William had hoped they would press the name issue a little longer than they had, not wanting to get to the real reason they had chained him up.
“Tell you what?” he sighed, tilting his head against his shoulder.
Alexander rolled his eyes in frustration. “The entrance to the Dream Scapes. We know you know the safe passages, the way to get to our goals without having to dream.
The Dream Lord laughed, tossing his hair out of his face. The cain grazed against his face for a second, causing his skin to burn. So that was what they wanted. “No.”
The vampire growled, going to hit The Dream Lord. His fist went thraight through him, causing the vampire to stumble a bit before catching his balance.
“You may have trapped me here Sweet Cheeks, but I still ain’t human and you still can’t hit me if I don’t want you to.” He said with a smirk. He didn’t say, however, how tired being forced to stay in the waking world was making him. How stretched and thin he felt. “I don’t take kindly to intimidation or threats, so feel free to shove your pride inside that tight ass of yours and try again.”
“How dare you speak to The Commander like that?” A second vampire roared.
“How dare you capture and detain a Dream Lord?” the man asked, “What, do you think I will forget this once you release me or I find a way out - And I will get out, I can promise you, one way or another.”
Alexander opened his mouth to speak, but the Dream Lord held up a perfectly mannecured hand, “I’m not finished, so you can keep quiet. Do you think I don’t know how to make a vampire dream? It’s harder than humans, but I can pull you to places and do things to you that you can’t even imagine, and I will. I will peel the skin off your pretty little demonic souls and make you eat it yourself. I will keep you, capture you, and wait until your body thirsts for blood so badly that when I do force you awake, and I will, you can not move and have to beg. How many times can I do this before I get bored? I’ve lived way longer than all of you combined, and my patience is still going strong. So do what you want with me, I will not hand over my kingdom to you, and when I get out, I will make you pay.”