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FiG-P13-Bound

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Hein eyed Frost, strolling casually across the emptied dance floor.  Frost, for his part, made himself comfortable on his pile of wreckage.  They regarded one another for a moment, like two stray dogs meeting in the street.  Hein's eyes widened in recognition.

"<You're Armin's friend>," he said, making quotations in the air with his fingers.  He leered at Frost, showing off needle-sharp fangs.  "<Sorry.  I didn't recognize you with all your clothes on.>"

Frost lounged in his make-shift throne of rubble and grinned lazily, as if amused at some private joke.  He yawned, languorously rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck.  Hein tensed, his eyes compulsively tracing the flash of white skin.  He licked his lips, regathering his composure.  Frost's smile widened.

"<I didn't know Armin delivered,>" Hein purred in smooth, predatory tones.  "<I'll admit, ever since I first tasted your blood, I've been hungry for more,>" he took a stalking step forward, thin lips drawing back from glistening fangs with a low, rumbling growl.

Frost's snort bubbled into an ugly, wheezing laughter.  He slapped his knee, curling up on exuberant, mad cackles.  Hein's growl deepened from a sound of hunger into a snarl of annoyance.

"<What's so funny?>" he snapped, spittle flying in droplets of rage.

"Nothing, nothing," Frost chuckled mirthfully, his voice broken by little disconcerting giggles.  He wiped a tear of laughter from his eye, "It's just -- normally I'm the one who doesn't have a clue what's going on," he leaned his chin on his palm, taking in Hein's affronted expression with cherubic glee.  "I wonder if I usually look like as much of an idiot as you do," he wondered aloud.

Hein bared his teeth, "<That's enough chatter from the dinner selection,>" he spat, lunging at Frost with inhuman speed.  Hein's intended meal simply looked at him with a bored expression, and as the vampire's first step left the ground time...

...slowed...

...down.

The world was completely silent.  Hein hovered, suspended impossibly in the air mid-leap, unable to move.  Frost took his time standing up, shaking his head in admonishment.  He walked slowly and deliberately around Hein's floating form.  The vampire couldn't even follow the movement with his eyes.  Everything was fixed, frozen in the moment.  Everything, that is, but Frost.  The blue-haired Fae completed his circuit, stopping in front of Hein with an unfathomable expression.  He reached up and cupped Hein's chin with his hand, forcing the vampires gaze down to meet his own. 

"Tsk.  Oh, Hein.  Buddy.  Friend.  My new and future slave," he murmured, patting the vampire's wavy locks the way most people would pet a puppy.  "This is why we read the fine print before munching on mystical meals, dumbass," he said fondly, "Because you never know what's going to be in your head the next day." 

Frost gripped Hein's forehead with surprising strength, and suddenly the cold fingers weren't just on the surface of the skin, but inside it, sinking into Hein's skull like his face was made of putty.  The last thing the vampire saw before everything went black was Frost's Cheshire grin, floating in the shadows with malevolent mirth.

"Too bad for you, you got me."

Time resumed its proper pace, but in the meantime both Frost and the ground had vanished.  Hein's hungry leap had turned into a plummeting rush into endless space.  A terrified scream tore past his lips as he fell, and he could see the bottom of the cliff rushing up to meet him.

WHAM

He sprawled on the hard chair he'd landed on, paralyzed by the impact and fear.  The dark energy in his chest stuttered in forcing his dead heart to beat.  Before he could gather his wits, the padded leather he sat on sprouted thick metal bands, wrapping themselves every which way about his arms, legs, and chest.  He struggled against the bonds, but his strength was only a tiny fraction of its usual might. 

"<What's going on?>" he squeaked, ashamed at the fear in his voice. 

A blinding light clicked on just above his face and he winced, squinting into the shadows.  Frost's face loomed out of the darkness, his mouth and nose clinically covered with a medical mask and his unruly locks neatly tucked away beneath a cap.  Powder blue scrubs adorned his thin shoulders, the angry red bite marks on his neck standing out from his pale skin.

"A vampire with a fear of dentists," Frost remarked conversationally, pointedly ignoring Hein's question.  "I find that oddly amusing.  Don't you?"

Hein felt sweat trickle down the side of his face, his voice coming out in tiny, nervous gasps.  "<Hey, look, this really isn't my fault.  Armin's the one you want, right?  Not me.  This is all just a big misunderstanding!>"

Frost picked up a gigantic pair of pliers from a tray packed with a shining array of wicked looking instruments, considering them with a detached, philosophical air.  "Maybe it's the same way dogs fear the vet.  You never know when they might decide to neuter you..."

Hein squeezed his eyes shut, "<This is a dream.  Any minute I'm going to wake up.>"

"You're right one one count," said a woman's voice, coldly.  Hein blinked in the darkness, searching for the source of the newcomer.

"Please, you've got to help me!" he begged, "This guy's a lunatic!  He's --"  Hein choked on the rest of his words as the woman stepped into the light.  She wore a long, thick lab coat of dark green.  A lilac face mask had been pulled down to expose her full lips, twisted into a sneer of disgust.  Blond hair peeked out from under a lavender cap.  Strong fingers, the nails painted midnight black, held an electric drill and a rusty hacksaw.  "<I've seen you>," Hein whispered, "<You were in the club, but then you disappeared...who the Hell are you people??>" 

"Doctor Schweichmann," Frost said warmly, standing respectfully.  "Good to see you looking more yourself," he reached out a hand and they exchanged a familiar grip.  Rhiannon smiled.

"I'm glad you found something better to do," she remarked.

"Ah yes.  My minutes of medical training," Frost returned, "Best imaginary seconds of my career."  He winked down at Hein.  "I'm just the hired help here, Hein.  The good doctor will be taking the torture -- I mean -- procedure, from here."  Rhiannon revved the drill with a meaningful look.  Hein swallowed nervously. 

"<I don't understand.  What do you want from me?>"

Frost gripped the padded edge of the patient chair and leaned down over Hein's sallow face.  "I want," he said slowly, "For you to understand just how completely screwed you are."  He yanked on the collar of his blue scrubs, drawing Hein's flickering attention back to the bite marks on his neck.  "You stole something from me.  You took my blood.  Without my permission, I might add.  Do you know what that means?"

Hein shook his head as frantically as his bonds would allow.

"It means," Frost continued in grim tones, "That you formed a Blood-Bond with me.  One without the fancy contracts designed to protect you.  The upside is you got my powers.  Something I know you've been enjoying," he exchanged a dark glance of apology with Rhiannon before returning his gaze to Hein.  "You didn't think those dance moves came from you, did you?" he asked sweetly.  Hein didn't answer.

"The downside is, I also get you.  Your abilities, your skills, your --" Frost shuddered in disgust, "--hungers," he spat.  "And I get access to -- your -- head," he tapped Hein on the temple to emphasize his point.  "In here, it doesn't matter how much unnatural dark mojo you've got going on when awake.  It's just my mind and will against yours."  Frost leaned back with casual, smug confidence.  "And while I may not be the smartest crayon in the shed, I am way more stubborn that you can even dream.  Literally."

Hein glowered at his tormentor.  "<If this is my head, then it's my dream.  You don't have any power here.  I can just wake up,>" he growled, although not with much conviction.

"And yet, here we are," Frost said serenely, spreading his arms in an expansive gesture, "And here we'll remain until I feel like letting you go.  But I can see you need a demonstration.  Care to do the honors, Rhi?"

Rhiannon brought the hacksaw to Hein's skull, and with business-like efficiency, the rusted metal bit into his skin.  The pain was blinding.  Hein could feel it begin to rend the fabric of the dream.  He became aware of his body shifting, his eyelids flickering.  With a triumphant surge of hope, he focused on that consciousness, striving to open his eyes and escape the nightmare.

Frost didn't move.  He just wore a benign expression, and with a flick of power, trapped Hein there.  On the edge of waking, the pain seemed more real and intense than before. Yet he couldn't cross the line.  Couldn't wake up, or scream, or even twitch a finger in his own defense.  He was a prisoner, helpless to escape his own sleeping mind.

 Frost let him linger for several endless moments in that hopeless realization.  Then he reeled Hein's consciousness back and returned it firmly into the bound and bleeding body in the chair.  The top of Hein's skull clattered off with a comical sound, like an empty Tupperware being dropped on the floor.  Hein stared at it with a numb sort of horror.

"Now, I know what you're thinking," Frost said, poking a finger experimentally at Hein's exposed brains.  The vampire twitched.  "Again, literally.  I have to wake up sometime, right?  And when I do, you'll be your normal Dark Prince self again.  So what happens if you just go on over to Armin's place and butcher me while I'm still weak?  I mean, whatever Armin's doing to me while I sleep has me throwing up blood.  I doubt I'd be in any shape to stop you.  It's gotta be tempting..."  He put an icy hand on Hein's shoulder.  "But here's the catch.  If I die when you're still Blood-Bound, then you'll have earned your very own mental poltergeist.  That's right!  I'll be moving in on a permanent basis, buddy!  And I gotta say, I'll be needing to make some changes around here..."

"<I'm guessing there's an 'Option B' in here somewhere,>" Hein grated.  Frost smiled patronizingly and pinched his cheek.

"Dat's a good widdle bloodsucking fiend!  So smart.  Option B is that you perform a service for me, I release you from your Bond, and we go our separate ways."

"<And that service is?>"

"You bust me out of Armin's place and get me back on my feet so I can kick his ass," Frost replied, "After that, I'll consider us square."

Hein grit his teeth.  "<Fine.  It's a deal.  May I go now?>"

Frost nodded benevolently.  "See you soon," he said, with a finger wave, and released his hold on the sleeping vampire.

"And it better not be in your dreams." 
Did you enjoy this short? See the rest of Frost's Adventures in Germany here:
Start with the Prologue: [link]
Previous: [link]
Part Thirteen: You are Here
Next: [link]

This is one of the many reasons I love writing for Frost. I can do all the things I'd do with a villain, but by a protagonist.

And at last, the long awaited explanations. Well, some of them, at any rate.

Hein and Frost (c) *RobinRone
Rhiannon (c) ~JoTyler
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Oreramar's avatar
Frost is evil sometimes.
But occasionally the recipient of this evil deserves it. Like now.
I love Frost's sarcastic wit: this is why you read the fine print, dat's a good widdle bloodsucking fiend, etc.
And he was awesome. Keep writing!