The cage was cold. Her clothes had dried, but even with her increased mobility she had been unable to shake off the chill brought by the air that constantly swept through the large warehouse where her cage had been placed.
She stood up and flexed her muscles, carefully. She didn’t want to appear that she was hiding anything, but she didn’t want to give away just how strong or weak, she really was. She glanced up at the cage bars and yearned to do a few pull ups, or at least make the attempt. But the ever-vigilant security cameras kept her from doing so. She pressed against the cage bars and forced her muscles to keep pressing the immovable steel.
She hadn’t seen Alexander since that first night that he had interrogated her. Her muscles and reactions had been dulled by the constant doping of the drug that she had received under Kenneth. She could feel her own body still struggle with the remnants of it. She was sure that she wasn’t addicted to the substance but even after these few days, she still felt fuzzy, like her mind was shrouded in a sleepy haze that she hadn’t been able to throw off yet. That would be dealt with in time.
The thing that really bothered her was that Alexander had not come back yet. She had never been in this situation before, but her treatment of him should have left him a drooling worshipper of hers that would obey her slightest whim. The fact that he had not returned had given her pause for reflection.
She knew that Kenneth had the very powerful gift of mental domination, through multiple forms. Alexander, on the other hand, seemed to be able to resist her biochemicals. Kenneth could do that too, but it only lasted so long with Kenneth. It had taken a very near thing for him to realize just how powerful she was, and she believed that it was that fear alone that kept him away from her.
Alexander seemed to be able to resist her abilities in an entirely different way. He was a brute and his intelligence would probably reflect that. It was possible that his dull wits were what kept him away. No, that wouldn’t work either. A stupid man with a big ego was eager to lay claim to anything that they saw as theirs. And Ansuya was, for all intents and purposes, his for now.
The different vampire Houses had attributes that were specific to each one, this had been known for a long time. It was that fact alone that had swayed the Elders to let her target Kenneth and his House. However, the exchange with Alexander suggested that not only did each House have its primary unique attributes, but also secondary attributes as well. If Alexander had a natural resistance to her biochemicals maybe it also protected him against Kenneth’s and House Dukart’s Domination abilities? The lines of the different modern Houses would have to be studied more closely. The Mountain had never risked their limited man power, nor had they ever had anyone in any kind of position to even attempt what she had been able to do, and survive. Though in hindsight she wouldn’t have asked anyone to endure what she had been subjected to over the last year.
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She had wanted this; she knew that this might happen. She had received lectures from just about every other Elder, especially Jacob.
“I did not risk my life forty years ago to get you safely here, just for you to turn around year’s later and run right back into their waiting arms!”
Even as a child she had followed the path that others had set out for her. Her mother had set her on the path of entertainer. She didn’t know if she had a natural talent for it or if it had just been long hours of practice and discipline. She took that ability and would have used it as a tool to achieve her goals. That was taken from her, when she had been reborn a werewolf, and she had molded her ability into a tool as well to help and guide others. Her blood had made her a precious commodity that needed protecting. She had been able to travel but the Mountain did not let her stray far. She had been placed in a tower, a glass cage to be looked at and admired. For the first time in her life, she had chosen a path for herself, not a tool or an ability granted by someone else, she had chosen for herself, and in so doing, she had exchanged glass for steel.
She looked around at her cage and the warehouse beyond. This place was too quiet for a warehouse. There were no idle conversations, no sound of equipment or work. The only sound that she could hear was that of the moving air around her. This place was so open compared to Kenneth’s basement, but it was just as solitary.
She saw the briefest glimpse of movement at the far end of the warehouse. She gripped the bars behind her and slowly sank back down to a sitting position, letter her muscles flex and work as best she could with the limited movement.
The half glimpsed figure turned out to be Alexander. As he came walking around the end row of stuffed shelves, he scooped up a chair and came to sit down right in front of Ansuya’s cage. “Well? Ansuya? How about you start this time?”
Ansuya looked at the black-haired man in front of her. She didn’t have a clue what he wanted, or what he was talking about. She remained silent for a moment, reading his body language and the steady expectant gaze that he held on her. She began sending out waves of biochemicals towards him.
She held his gaze evenly as she let her attack sink into the vampire. After a few short moments she replied, “Alexander, I’ve been here, where you have put me. I don’t have any idea what you are talking about.”
This only caused Alexander to smile easily, if a bit menacingly. He leaned back easily in his chair, “It’s not that I expect you to know everything about what goes on outside your cage, but you do have information which could shed some light on the subject. So, I’ll reiterate, you start this time.”