Never Too Late

[Nox]

The power slipped away behind a block before the sedative ran its course through his veins. The horde revealed in the freedom and grabbed her arm. The bitch! She was working with Vaia Plus. The horde didn't understand Nox's anger, but took full advantage of it before he dropped to the ground.

Nightmares plauged the forced slumber. Nightmares of his childhood of being taken and eaten. The reality of his current situation bringing back his fears. Anger rolled through his body and Nox's eyes opened in the dark of the room. His head hurt, the horde growled. The power hovered on the edge of his vision but he couldn't reach it, it slipped through his fingers. His mind still broken with whatever they'd done. His body felt heavy as he tried to eat -- tried to clear the fuzz from his head.

A whisper next to him pulled his attention. "You okay?"

Nox growled. There was no control, very little control, he was hungry but moving was difficult. He tried to move towards the other side but it was too much work, he slumped against the bars. "I need meat."

Another voice asked. "What are you?"

"A monster like them, but with more control when I have my ability. I can't move right now so that's the only thing holding me from trying to get to you."

"You eat people?" They both skittered away from the bars.

Nox laughed. "No. At least not yet. Just meat -- protein, the bloodier the better. The horde is hungry and angry and trapped. All things it doesn't like to be." In his current state he could feel them -- stronger, closer. He could sense them -- they were more present more numerous. They wanted out!

"The horde? Our masters aren't a horde just ugly men."

"Roguarou. What's a siren doing working for them?"

"Ash? He's like us. Was a foster they put to work to bring in food. He's favored, special."

Nox laughed. "If that's favored I feel bad for the rest of you. You two are trapped here why?"

"Chained so we don't kill ourselved. Ava is pregnant with a girl and they will feast on her when she's born. I have a boy. They will take him raise him."

"How many of them are there?"

"The old man and his wife. Mistress and her husband, Cedric and his wife and Edmund is 10, but he's the worst."

The other girl added. "Don't forget Max and Octavius and his line."

"How many males?" Nox growled.

"Eleven, 4 of them are under ten. But Edmund is the only one who feeds like the men."

"Where are we?" They were being forthcoming with information Nox would dig for whatever he could of his fellow captives. He only hoped he could remember it later. His brain was fuzzy.