"Good morning Drasia." Kendell said with false cheer. Drasia ignored her and addressed Gangrel.

"Why? You said…"

"Yes, I do say a lot of things. My god, you've been in Kendell's place more times that you care to admit…and you enjoyed it, I know. You should have figured out what was happening."

"I trusted you!"

"And what was the first thing I taught you? Don't trust anyone - not even your maker. Just shows you never learned." Hje motioned to Kendell. "You want her for food?" Kendell nodded.

"Just a taste though. You get the rest." He smiled at her.

"Agreed. Want me to leave?"

"Nope. You get to watch." Kendell told him, now standing eye to eye with Drasia, lifting up her chin with long crimson nails, digging into the flesh deeply and painfully. "You get to die soon, know that? Can't say I pity you. I mean, I do get to torture you for as long as I want. Its always fun, I've found. A bit of practice in that area does any self respecting vampire good."

"Kendell, hurry up…I'm getting impatient." Gangrel called and Kendell turned to him.

"All the more reason to make you wait Gangrel…."

"Spider, hurry up." He said sternly, as she laughed at him and turned her attention back to Drasia.

"I wish I could burn that tattoo right off. It doesn't belong…you don't deserve it." Kendell said, leaning forward an inpecting the inked lines of Drasia's tattoo. Her eyes brightened as an idea entered her head. "Can we cut it off?" She asked, turning again to Gangrel. "Can we please?" He smiled maniacally.

"But of course. And what's the weapon of choice?" He asked sardonically.

"I don't know…lets ask the captive." Kendell returned, looking at Drasia who was glancing nervously between both her captors.

"Please…don’t…." Kendell grinned wickedly, deciding for her.

"Chainsaw it is."

For most of the night, Kendell and Gangrel occupied themselves with slowly amputating Drasia's left arm. Her horribly painful screams fell on deaf ears as the two vampires hacked away at the flesh, never disconnecting it the full way. Soon, Kendell grew tired of the game, and retreated upstairs, lulled to sleep by Drasia's screams from below. It was only when the screaming stopped not half an hour later that she sensed something was wrong. Leaping out of the bed and rushing down two flights of stairs, she stepped to the bottom of the basement, listening. Kendell could barely make out a low feminine moan and the distinct rattle of chains. 'What if she got out?' Kendell's mind screamed, 'What if she's got Gangrel up on the wall?' Silent as an alley cat, she crept further into the basement, only to discover Gangrel standing before Drasia, clothes in a pile on the floor, with her legs wrapped around his waist. Kendell choked on rage for a moment, spitting out the first words that came to mind.

"You - fuck! How could you?" Gangrel snapped his head around and matched her angry gaze with a guilty one.

"Spider - I…"

"I thought we were going to be faithful!" She stormed over to him as he pushed Drasia off, and withdrew. Kendell pushed him roughly against the wall as he scrambled to pick up his clothes from the floor. She heard Drasia whimper, and turned her attention towards her. With an angry snarl, Kendell wasted no time in tearing open Drasia's throat, nearly severing her head in the process and quickly draining the body of all blood. Momentarily dazed, Kendell stood swaying before the dead body before remembering Gangrel. Her eyes flared open and fixed on him, now dressed, standing against the cold stone wall.

"Why?" Kendell demanded. "How long did you wait until I was upstairs?" He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly snapped it shut. Kendell was not finished. "We agreed to be faithful! The first night, you said you would only have me if I would only have you! And now you fuck this bitch while I'm still in the house? How dare you! At least have the decency to leave." She snapped, turning on her heel and walking towards the stairs.

"Wait! Kendell - Spider, where are you going?" She turned, eyes dark.

"To get even. To get fucked." Kendell said, leaving Gangrel curing himself in the dark, damp, now laden with the ashes of a former lover, basement that had housed some of their previous, perfect pleasures.