"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now"
Things have changed.
Willow is prepare for the fact that her childhood friends are moving while dealing with the return of her cousin. The tension between the two is high and it only gets worse when Bella...
Willow woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of saccades and the humid air sticking to her skin. It took her a few minutes for her eyes to adjust, the moon as her only source of light. She was in a dusty house with walls looking as if they were ready to crumble around her.
There were bars on the window and no glass or anything modern to them. When she turned her head a part of her wanted to scream. It was a jail cell with bars that were made into squares and locked with a padlock.
It was a cage.
Willow was no longer zip tied together and the gag was gone. Her feet were still bare and a thin makeshift blanket was laid over top of her. She sat up and threw the blanket across the small room and pulled her knees up to her chest.
"How do you like your new cage little bird?" Alex stood in the light of the moon just outside the bars.Willow speared him a glance before looking out the window. "I took the gag off and you're still going to give me the silent treatment?"
Silence echoed around them and Willow could hear the sound of a chair scraping on the dirt covered floor.
"I hate when you're mad at me, little bird."Alex sounded like he was pouting.
"I hate you." Willow whispered.
"You barely know me, little bird."
"I know enough." Willow snapped, twisting her head to look at him.
"Enlighten me." Alex smiled brightly with his challenge pouring out of his mouth. "Don't be shy."
"You're a psychopath that can only get it up when he's causing pain. Your little throuple has been twisted by you. I don't think you love either one of them. You just use them for your twisted games and call it love." Willow spoke with a glare and a bit of edge to her voice.
"Tell me, little bird, are psychopaths born that way or are they made over time?" Alex sat himself down in a chair turned backward with his arms resting on the back.
"I'm not having a debate with you." The redhead let her head gently fall back against the wall, her eyes looking out the window once again.
"I think we're born." Alex continued, ignoring Willow completely. " I don't remember much but I do remember my first kill when I was five."
Despite her better judgement she listened to him.
"It was the family cat and it wouldn't stop meowing. I was curious and frustrated so I held its head under water until it stopped moving. You know what I felt? I felt like God."
"I hate to break it to you but you're not God." Willow smirked and shot him an annoyed look.
"When I was fifteen I killed my older sister." Alex was speaking as if it was the first time he had ever spoken about it freely. "It took hours, I wanted it to last forever but sadly her heart gave out." Willow had to force herself to swallow the bile down. "I was locked up in an asylum. My parents quickly disowned me. Not that I ever really cared."
"I don't care." Willow rolled her eyes.
"I was there for five years. In that time I had killed 10 different nurses and 10 different patients were put to death for their murders. That's when James found me and offered me a better way." The smile on his face grew. "Psychopaths make the best vampires."
"Why are you telling me this?" Willow turned to look at him with an annoyed expression.
"You wanna know the one thing they all had in common?" Alex leaned his chair forward and grabbed a hold of the bars. "My sister and nurses? Red hair."
"If you're trying to scare me I honestly don't give a shit." Willow's fingers fidgeted with her locket but her stare never left his face.
"When I first became a vampire is when I became obsessed with the Soldier. A vampire with a kill list so long no one knows how many he's actually killed."
"He was fighting wars." Willow clarified with a harsh tone. "Not killing for fun."
"I want to be better than him no matter what it takes. To be better than him I have to kill him and take everything that belongs to him." Alex rose from his chair in such an aggression that the chair fell back in a thud.
"I don't belong to him. He doesn't own me." Willow rose from her cot and spoke with venom in her voice.
"Little bird, this isn't just about you. In 1871, when I couldn't get to the Soldier I found someone close to him. Theodore Whitlock. His torture went on for days but the Soldier never showed himself." Alex nearly laughed as he watched Willow's tough demeanor falter.
"You're lying." Willow whispered.
"I believe his tombstone reads 'Murdered by a Monster'." Once Alex said those words she knew he was telling the truth, Jasper own words repeating in her head. "When that didn't work I searched for a few more years but I found another target. Olive Whitlock."
"No." Willow shook her head and held her hands up to her ears.
"I didn't kill her though. No. She held her older brother on a pedestal even though she thought he was dead." Alex still had the camera attached to his shirt and he was enjoying every minute of the torture he was giving her. "I knew she would come in handy so I kept her."
"Are you telling me that Jasper's sister is still alive? A vampire?" She stepped up closer to the bars. Desperate to get as much information for Jasper as she could.
"I've had a hundred years to break her down and remake her. She loves me as much as James and Victoria loves me." Alex smirked and Willow rushed up to the bars with her hands wrapping around the metal.
"They don't love you. You've fucking absued them to the point that they have stockholm syndrom." Willow was close to shouting. "Where's Olive?"
"I keep her under lock and key. She's loyal to me and me alone." Alex slowly stepped up the bars letting his finger reach through the bar and slide down her cheek. "When this is all said and done you will join my collection."
"Fuck you!" Willow screamed and before she could step back he snapped his hand out. He grabbed hold of her locket. "Let go of me! Give me my locket back!" She protested and pulled her locket off of her neck.
"First things first. Cut all ties to your past life." Alex looked over the locket before he crushed it in his hand.
Willow felt her heart shatter in that moment. The last gift she had from her father was destroyed before her very eyes. The last piece of her father that she had in this world was a crumbled mess on the ground.
"FUCK YOU!" Willow screamed to the top of her lungs with her hands beating on the metal bars. Her face was burning red with anger and her hands were beginning to throb but she continued to scream. "FUCK YOU! ROT IN FUCKING HELL! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"
"That's enough." Alex's hand snapped out again and grabbed her face forcing her to be right up against the bars.His gripped her face with an iron hold squeezing to the point of pain. "Little bird, I don't like the tone you're taking with me."
"I don't like you touching her." It was an instant relief the moment the other voice rang out. Willow twisted her head just enough to see Jasper in the doorway. He was furious to the point that even Willow could feel it.
