Angus peered down at the mortal as he got that one word out - again, it made no real sense - and then passed out. He growled down at the figure slumped at his feet, infuriated that the man was so weak he couldn\'t take one punch (and further infuriated that he hadn\'t thought the action through to any great degree before acting on it, causing Gage to pass out). He glared through the darkness but found his anger abating as the unusual sound of deep breathing filled the empty stone space and he was reminded that the boy had taken beatings before he\'d been delivered to Angus\' home. The punch was obviously just the final stroke of a bell tolled into silence.
He hauled the warmblood to his feet and held him close, deciding that he might as well place the lad where he wanted him, since there\'d be no chance of Gage seeing the way, at this point. When he awoke in the southern turret and decided he\'d work on escaping (which Angus believed he\'d inevitably do), the vampire would have the advantage of being the only one to have seen the complicated path to the castle\'s exit from the room he planned on making the mortal\'s home. Gage would get lost and be found by him in the maze of passages and rooms long before he tasted freedom (it was also a good idea to keep the boy injured enough that he couldn\'t move quickly, he supposed).
The vampire stared curiously down at the face lolling just before his own, liking the soft warmth of him against his cold body, enjoying the little puffs of air coming out of Gage\'s nostrils. Angus pressed his own head forward, nuzzling at the boy\'s, tasting of his lips and kissing the hot swelling on his cheek before licking it. The aroma of blood was thick about him, the taste - as his tongue found a trickle in Gage\'s hair - sweet and stimulating.
Angus wasn\'t used to such... indulgence. He kept himself apart, only venturing out when the mood struck him (which was rarely, in these years of his life) and killing humanely. He never left victims in the same vicinity, always ensured they looked like they\'d died some way other than by exsanguination and chose victims of different shapes, creeds and sexes. Certainly, he had a preference for young victims - especially boys - but knew it would cause too great a fuss if he dined exclusively on those whose lives were still laid out before them.
The concept of feeding and not killing hadn\'t ever occurred to him... until this moment when he found his fangs in Gage\'s throat and his prisoner\'s blood filling his mouth. He hadn\'t even acknowledged that he was hungry... yet here he was feeding! With a blink of shock, he pulled back, only to be hit in the eye with a spurt of blood. He pressed his mouth there again and thought rapidly. He didn\'t wish Gage to die as soon as he\'d arrived; that wouldn\'t be punishment enough to satisfy the villagers and it wouldn\'t teach Gage any of the valuable lessons he might learn from being trapped here in the castle with him. But... how was he to stop the blood now that he\'d unwittingly begun its flow? Frantically, he looked around the foyer for something that might plug this great flood, knowing it wouldn\'t suffice and
Your blood rejuvenates
suddenly it occurred to him. He bit his own lip and awkwardly brushed it over the wound, relieved to feel the river become a trickle in very little time... and then it was sealed.
Angus pulled back hesitantly, admiring his handiwork and grinning when he saw no mark, no opening, just a pristine neck. He\'d probably taken a quarter of the boy\'s worth in blood, but his heart was still beating and breath hadn\'t stopped entering and leaving the fragile body. He was still warm and alive. Angus\' hands roamed Gage\'s body curiously, enamoured by the creature that had taught him a brand new life lesson... after so long emulating it. And all while he slumbered.
The vampire carried his prize up a nearby set of stone stairs as he fondled Gage\'s body with one hand, scoping the goodly shape to the bones beneath flesh and muscle that didn\'t seem well acquainted with hard work - unlike most of the farmers Angus had ever met. It was curious, really, how little tone there was to the lad\'s biceps, how soft his unworked hands were, yet how ripe his buttocks seemed. The vampire could only suppose it was the grace of good fortune, for Gage was also adequately equipped as a man (he found once he worked a hand between them to cup and press at the mortal\'s crotch).
Since his pace was slowing and walking was becoming awkward due to his groping, he gave up and concentrated on getting Gage to the room he felt best suited the situation. It took nearly half an hour of travelling to get there, for the southern turret was at the far end of the castle (the south end, naturally) and took dedication to discover beyond the maze of corridors, alcoves, niches and rooms that lay between it and the front entrance. It overlooked nothing but forest - since the village lay to the north west - and had a few slim openings in the rounded stone walls that passed as windows (meaning that Angus would never visit Gage there in the day time) and afforded this tree-filled view, plus circular stairs that wound from the bottom to the second and third floors. There was nothing but stone at the base, the stairs built out of the same material, but there was an old cot with bedding (that was becoming somewhat weathered, he noted as he dropped Gage upon it) and a mattress on it on the first floor up. A table and two wooden chairs also stood in this space and Angus took the time to go and get an oil lantern, flint and steel and a candle on a holder to place on the table while Gage slumbered.
He made sure to bolt and lock the heavy wooden door as he exited - the turret had obviously been used for a purpose very similar to this one at some point, warranting the locked door and remote access and confirming that it was perfect. He didn\'t lock anything when he was inside, of course, for he was confident that Gage would never overcome or trick him into letting him out. Instead, he merely made his way up to the first floor and sat on one of the chairs after he lit the candle and finally removed his prisoner\'s bonds, toying with the filthy rags as he waited for the brunette to wake up. Of course, if the mortal continued to slumber until dawn, Angus would take his leave and return the following evening, but he was content with waiting for the answers he was owed, at this point.
He leaned back on his chair after the time stretched with only Gage\'s breathing to amuse him, staring up at the third floor and trying to recall what was up there. It was an afterthought as far as building went, for the floor was made from wood (as opposed to the stone his boots currently rested on) and didn\'t sit evenly in the space between this floor and the top of the turret - being that it seemed closer to the top. Once, this round tower had been used only for the castle\'s defense, the thin slit windows - which Gage would have to work damn hard to squeeze a leg through, where an arm was far easier - were used only to fire arrows and bolts from so... he wasn\'t sure what was up there when the stairs had always granted access to the windows. He glanced at the unconscious Gage, then decided to get up and check, in case there were potential dangers stored up there.
After half an hour, he returned with a smile on his face. There were manacles built into the wall on the third floor, and a machine he\'d seen used to stretch men\'s arms from their bodies when they didn\'t wish to confess their crimes - not to mention shackles on that table and a steel drum designed to hold a fire for heating... instruments. This had been a prison once... and now it was again. He settled back into his seat thinking... oh, all sorts of things, now that he\'d been inspired. He was certain he\'d live up to the townsfolk\'s collective expectations of his ability to punish Gage now.