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however, that
Shuggie respected Xavier more than he had any other being he had
encountered in his long life.  How a father could disown his
own young son and sell him to a band of sex crazed demonic bitches
was almost incomprehensible to him.
    Just as Shuggie was about
to speak words of comfort to Xavier, one of the assholes was
ordered to check if they were both awake yet. In one way, he
thought to himself, it was probably perfect timing. Shuggie doubted
there were any words that could help heal the deep wounds that
Xavier carried.
    Xavier slowly
raised his head and tried to open his swollen cut eyes, grinning at
the vampire who had punched the side of his head to wake him
up.
    “ Morning
sweets, black coffee for me thanks.”
    The soldier
was warned off from hitting him again as Stefan approached Xavier.
 Stefan didn’t dispense with the normal pleasantries and
instead gripped Xavier’s skull with his fingers, digging into the
bleeding scalp.
    “ So, you’re
playing with the big boys now Stefan?” Xavier laughed loudly as
Stefan spat in his face and clawed a scar down his left cheek. “You
know the ladies just love men with scars, Fanger.” Xavier masked
his thoughts from his captor when he felt him trying to search his
memories — a typical Vampire trick. He was so fucking predictable.
 “Now that’s just plain rude, trying to read someone else’s
head Stefan, yeah?” Xavier’s eyes darted around the room sizing it
up. Seeing the torture table being laid out he added, “All this
bother for us? We are honoured, although, it kinda reminds me of
that snivelling fuckwit brother of yours just before I beheaded
him. What was his name again? Where’s Wally? Wilber? Ahh that’s
right — Limp Willy.”
    Shuggie heard Xavier spit
a tooth out as he was punched in the jaw, thinking that his temper
would always be his downfall.  As soon as Xavier was hit,
Shuggie rocked back on the chair legs, knocking both him and Xavier
off balance.  Xavier took the opportunity to loosen his hands
from the ropes on his wrists, and he trapped the vampire that was
between Stefan and the tent beam.  Shuggie caught a glimpse of
Xavier stabbing the soldier in the thigh with what looked like a
small steel rod.  As the soldier bent to hold the puncture
wound, Xavier punched his hand upwards, and tore the steel across
his throat, getting himself drenched in the vampire’s blood in the
process.  
    Shuggie
ripped his hands loose from the restraints with a strength that
even surprised him, and ignoring the huge welts and burns he swung
himself around and head butted one of the soldiers in the stomach,
winding him.  He gripped the man’s head on either side and
gave a sharp twist, detaching his spinal cord from his brain.
 The screams and howls from the injured vamps were making his
ears bleed.  Shuggie crouched down, kicking the legs off of
the broken chair, and took the splintered wood in his bloodied
hands. With an upwards jab, he speared the third vampire
soldier easily.
    Out of the corner of his
eye, Xavier could see Stefan and the last vampire soldier gathering
up the various data and equipment that had been stored in the tent,
ready to make their escape. He launched himself to tackle Stefan to
the ground, his soldier intervened and Xavier landed in a heavy
thud onto his back.
    Giving a
strong right hook to the soldier’s face, Shuggie joined Xavier.
 Offering a hand to help him to his feet, he watched as Xavier
used the soldier’s face as a punching bag and smirked when he heard
the satisfying crunch of bone as the soldier’s face crumpled. The
soldier was a resilient little bastard though, and came towards
Xavier with some funky Kung Fu shit. Xavier moved with the grace of
a dancer, and one round-house to the side of the soldier’s head and
he heard Xavier comment it was ‘bedtime for Dracula’.
    Shuggie held
Stefan’s arms, immobilising him and nodded to Xavier.  Xavier
walked over casually, and took a thin steel