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Cisco ran a hand through his hair in frustration. Caitlin, Joe and Iris stood by his side as they stared around the now completely trashed Cortex. The room was filled with the a tangy and metallic smell. There was blood smeared all over the floor and four long blood trails as well as countless tracks of bloody footprints, all leading to a large puddle of the dark red substance. To which a haunched over, dead vampire was lying in centre of. It's normally red eyes had rolled to the back of its skull as its mouth hung open, revealing a threatening set of pointed fangs. "What happened here?" Joe sighed. His gut clenched, he just hoped that Barry was alright. Cisco could tell a breach had been opened there recently, the air crackled with its magical effect.

"I think they've been taken to another world," he replied as he felt around the area using his powers alone.

"How can you tell?" Iris questioned him. Her heart was beating in her chest. She was very worried that Barry would not return home, for all they knew, that blood could have also been Barry's.

"I can feel it," he mumbled to himself as he narrowed his eyes at the vampires body.

"Can you track where the breach was opened to?" Caitlin broke through the science as she pulled out a syringe and a test tube from her purse. She wanted to know if this blood was just the vampires, or if it also belonged to Barry or Sebastian.

"I can, I just need time," he frowned as his friend as she knelt down by the bloody puddle and proceeded to take samples, "do you just keep that in you purse at all times?" He questioned her strange habit.

"If you fail to prepare, then prepare to fail," she snorted back at him. The group stared at her as though she had a third head. What should they have expected, it was Caitlin Snow after all, "What?" She asked innocently, as though she was oblivious to why they were disturbed, "c'mon get on with your work," she gestured for them to start moving, and so they happily obliged.

Sebastian lay on his back as pain rippled through him. Every muscle, bone and joint in his body was screaming for peace and begging him to rest. He would have done so, if he could. The cold marble stone below him eased his pain slightly, but it was only by a fraction. The only thing he was wearing was the special shorts that the Vampire king had given him. Not that he particularly wanted to wear them, but he had no choice. He had found himself unable to refuse the king, no matter how much he tried. His resistance was futile. His chest was heaving as beady of sweat slid down his soaking wet skin. He lay his head on the ground below him and waited in anticipation for his next command. He was in, what seemed to be a massive throne room. It was crafted entirely of expensive stones and marble. It had massive pillars that stretched into the large ceiling that looked to be miles above them. The walls were decorated with fancy banners and tapestries that hung loosely from the wall, giving the room a slight burst of colour. The King's throne was elevated high above everything else, and large stone steps lead up to the golden chair that the amused king was sitting on.Sebastian was in the middle of the chamber and he was completely trapped underneath a metal cage like some rabid dog in display. The only other occupants of the otherwise barren room were the guards that remained outside. The King leg out a low chuckle as he stared down at the boy, who was clearly in misery, "How I do love toying with fledgling werewolves, they are by far the most fun of the lycanthrope species," Sebastian's heart clenched in dread as the kings words echoed through the chamber, "now do me a favour puppy and change," Sebastian's eyes widened in pain and horror as all the bones in his body slowly began to crack and snap. He let out a scream of pain from his already raw throat. He had never been able to shift on command before, he had never wanted to either, but this king could force him to do so without even lifting a finger. That sent tendrils of panic running up and down the boys body as it continued to morph and change. He felt his muscles rip and shred before slowly sticking themselves back together. He lay in a bundle at the bottom of his cage as the kings booming laughter echoed over the room. His golden eyes would have sprouted tears if they had been able to do so. He pulled his wolffish body off of the floor as he raised his head defiantly against the king. "Quite a spirit you have there Boy," The chuckled in amusement, his silver eyes surveyed the creature. It was an impressive beast, that was for sure. It's silky black coat of fur shimmered in the dull light of the chambers candles, and its golden eyes wearily shone with determination. The beats was massive, one of the largest the king had ever seen, its muscles bugged from its body and rippled under its skin, it large hands sprouted, sharpened and deadly looking claws. It would be a great asset to the king. This was no doubt the doing of his brother, "you are very lucky," the king drawled confidently as he rose from his throne to gaze down at the beast before him, "normally the bite of a vampire as powerful as me would have killed a wolf like you," he smirked as he descended his great stone steps, "but you are still not a full beast though, are you?" He asked as he reached the bottom of the steps. The wolf looked up at him with confusion clouded eyes. "You don't know?" He chuckled, "a wolf is only truly a wolf when it is at one with its beast... then there is no return..." he sighed to himself. He needed more amusement, "change," he snapped suddenly, forcing the beast to begin the long and painful process of transforming back to its human self.

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