Dark Heart, Gentle Hands
Chapter 26: sit tight and let wait for death

Chapter 26: sit tight and let wait for death

Alaric’s POV Dungeon

The scent of rot and rust filled my lungs as I stepped into the dungeon, where silence hung heavy and cold. The walls wept moisture, every drip echoing like a clock ticking toward his end. He was exactly where I told them to keep him chained like an animal, hunched over, the iron biting into his wrists.

His eyes snapped to me the second the door groaned open. Panic bloomed instantly.

"Sire," Philip croaked, voice trembling. "I don’t know what came over me. I thought I was doing the right thing, I swear. I thought I was saving people... saving you from yourself. But I was wrong. I see that now. You’re not weak. You’re powerful, and you always have been. Please... please let me go. Don’t kill me."

Pitiful.

I walked in slowly, letting each step ring out on the stone floor. I wanted the echo to haunt him. I didn’t answer him right away. I just stared. Let him feel the full weight of my silence. Then, in a calm, unyielding voice, I said, "I’m not a forgiving person, Philip. Don’t expect forgiveness from me. That’s not something I offer not in this life, and certainly not in the next."

I rolled up my sleeve methodically. Beside me, a worn table stood against the wall its surface laid out like an altar to vengeance. On it sat a blood bag straight from the blood bank, several filled syringes of holy water gleaming with condensation, and a heavy pair of stainless-steel pliers. Waiting for me to use, my hands itch to touch one and use in him.

"You went to him," I murmured, eyes pinned to Philip’s, "hoping to scare him. Hoping to make him run from me. You acted as though you were righteous. A hero. A savior of our kind. But what are you really, Philip?"

I stepped closer, and closer still, until only inches separated us. The air between us thickened. I could hear the uneven, stuttering rhythm of his dead heart a pathetic attempt at bravery, failing fast.

"You’re just a coward," I said, softly. "A coward hiding behind fangs."

He flinched the moment I reached for the table. I didn’t touch the holy water. Not yet. Instead, I let my hand hover over the pliers, just long enough for dread to coil in his gut.

"You think this was about me losing control?" I asked, voice calm but seething underneath. "You thought your betrayal was justified? You nearly killed someone I care about someone who didn’t hesitate to help me, someone who rushed to my side, knowing it could cost him his medical license."

Philip’s mouth opened like he might speak. But nothing came out. He tried to look brave, but he wasn’t.

"You’re the weak one," I hissed. "You felt threatened by a human. A human. You should be ashamed. You’re a disgrace to our kind."

That got to him. His pupils blew wide, his mouth trembled. That was it. The truth had struck bone. His fear was real and raw and that was what led him to act, and now that same fear was going to gut him.

"I should rip your tongue out first," I said as I lifted the pliers. I turned them in my hand slowly, letting the metal glint in the candlelight, letting him see every inch of the instrument that would mutilate him.

"You like to talk, don’t you?" I crouched before him, bringing myself down to his eye level. "That’s what got you here."

I studied his face. Bruised. Torn. A trail of dried blood curved along his temple. His shirt was shredded, barely clinging to his frame like a shroud. I hadn’t given my people permission to rough him up but they had. I wasn’t surprised, cut ties with the people who no longer have meaning and control over your life, that’s what they did to Philip.

"Here’s the thing, Philip," I said, tone dipping to something quieter, more dangerous. "You never needed to worry about this clan. That’s my job. The hunters who threaten us are being dealt with. And as long as I rule, truly rule this clan will never fall."

He opened his mouth to argue, to beg, to fight, but the chains stopped him. He could barely move. All he could do was shake like a worm on a hook.

I pressed the pliers to one of his fangs. Not pulling. Not yet. Just resting it there. Giving him time to feel it. To think. To dread, to anticipate the pain before it came.

His eyes, his eyes they said everything. He was terrified. Trying to hide it, but failing miserably.

I smiled. With one simple tug, I yanked out one of his fangs. The fang tore free with a sharp crunch, and blood exploded across his chin. He howled a broken, gut-deep scream that echoed through the dungeon. My grip didn’t loosen. I dropped the fang into a metal dish and reached again.

The second came out harder, messier. More blood. More screaming. His cries filled the room, bouncing off the stone, raw and primal.

Behind me, a few of my clan stood at the door, watching. Good. Let them watch. Let them understand that anyone who crosses, who acts against the rule, who tried to backstab me or act on his own will be killed.

"This is what happens," I said over his screams, "when you go behind my back."

Philip sagged in the chains, blood running down his throat. His eyes were red, wild, filled with pain.

"Why don’t I leave you like this?" I said mockingly. "A vampire with no fangs. A joke, just human with the ability to drink blood."

He bared what was left of his teeth bloody gums, nothing more and hissed at me like a cornered animal. His breath came in short, frantic bursts, his veins bulging under the pressure.

I laughed.

I turned to the table again, wiped my bloody fingers on a cloth, then picked up the blood bag.

"AB-negative," I said, waving it in front of him. "Your favorite, isn’t it? Rare. Rich. Smooth."

I tore the bag open at the corner. A drop landed on my hand, and I smeared it across his lips. He licked it up instantly, groaning like a starved beast. His tongue worked over his lips with frenzied hunger, like he might devour himself if it meant tasting more.

"You just can’t get enough, can you?" I mused, studying his crazed eyes. They locked on the bag like it was salvation itself.

I leaned closer, lifting the bag high over his mouth. His lips parted. His eyes went wide with desperation.

And then just when he thought he would get it I tilted my wrist and poured the entire bag onto the stone floor.

He screamed.

Not from pain. From loss. A roar so guttural, so full of grief, it made me chuckle.

I turned back to the others. "Let this be your lesson. If you ever cross me... if you ever break the rules again... this is what awaits you. These rules aren’t chains. They are shields. And I’ll break anyone who forgets that."

I picked up five syringes from the table. Walked back to Philip, whose body had gone slack in exhaustion but the fear was still very much alive.

"Let’s end this, shall we?" I said. "You were right about one thing, Philip. I am getting soft. Because instead of letting you live fangless and broken, I’m going to kill you now. Consider it a mercy."

I plunged the first syringe into his foot. Holy water hissed as it entered him. He shrieked, convulsing. I didn’t stop.

Second syringe on his right thigh and the third on his other thigh, I wasted a little time before injecting the fourth syringe on his neck. And finally the fifth one on his hand.

He thrashed and screamed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "Please!" he sobbed. "Please, just give me a quick death!"

I smiled. "Sit tight. Wait for death."

And then I turned and walked to the door.

"Do not open this cell until morning," I ordered the guards. "Tomorrow morning, you take what’s left of him and bury it somewhere nameless. He doesn’t deserve a proper grave."

The iron door groaned shut behind me.

Holy water is a slow killer. It doesn’t take you all at once. It crawls through every vein like acid, burning, searing, sanctifying. It strips you from the inside out. You’ll scream. You’ll pray for death.

And death will come. But not before the holy water is done with you. The house was filled with Philip’s scream and it made me smile. I went straight to my room to take a bath and change my clothes because I can’t let Enzo see me covered in blood, he’ll freak out.

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