Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

Monsters are real, but they don't just exist in nightmares. And sometimes they're human. What is true and what the lie? #ChiMinion #RP

[Wesley Wyndam-Pryce @DerailedWatcher]

@ChainedChampion pretends to be calm.

"Who is she?"

[Wesley Wyndam-Pryce @DerailedWatcher]

@ChainedChampion an odd cold shock through him and he struggles to reclaim the grip. The though of loosing this fleeing connection fills him with an unexplained fear.

Clearing his throat, though the vampire would have heard the elated heart rate a d possibly smelled the fear, he - -

[Wesley Wyndam-Pryce @DerailedWatcher]

@ChainedChampion --here, their vampire self that is. Though, they weren't any better as a human, he knows that much.

But Drusilla and William were both mild mannered humans. Kind, devout, shy before the likes of Darla and Liam got a hold of them.

[Wesley Wyndam-Pryce @DerailedWatcher]

@ChainedChampion --each other.

"How… How did you end up here, Bill?" He asks, swallowing the 'Spike' he keeps wanting to bubble up when it comes to calling this man.

"What of the others of your…. Group?"

Darla, Angelus, they probably deserve to be--

[Wesley Wyndam-Pryce @DerailedWatcher]

@ChainedChampion --sorry, I di-didn't mean to u-upset you," he murmurs apologetically. As if it's /his/ fault he got dragged away in this hell prison.

But then, to Wesley, isn't everything his fault?

[Wesley Wyndam-Pryce @DerailedWatcher]

@ChainedChampion --before.

Cold, fleshy, alive? Someone else's fingers?

Hesitantly, he moves his hand down again. The back of his hand scratched up each time his hand spasms and jumps up against the open cement of the hole he's created.

"Bill? I'm-- I'm--

[Wesley Wyndam-Pryce @DerailedWatcher]

@ChainedChampion --of having been 'treated' with a far too high voltage of electricity.

"G-good boy," he rasps in a monotone sound.

[Wesley Wyndam-Pryce @DerailedWatcher]

@ChainedChampion --in his small jail cell as he drags himself along the cold floor, to the small hole in the wall and curls up in a ball.

His trembling fingers brush along fresh scorch marks on his temple, while his whole body twitches at the after shocks--