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The caves near the castle, there is a large system close to us that is often for shelter during times of stress.

I do not know his name, but I believe it is the same man who said he had Damon left.

...I know which caves you're talking about. If they've been there this whole time, I'm surprised someone hasn't discovered them until now.

How did you find them?

It is not important, what is important is that we find them before Damon is killed.

If Damon dies, then it's his own fault. If you're right, then Wesley wouldn't be doing this for no reason. Damon was probably the one behind the vampire attacks that he was blaming on someone else.

[ a heavy sigh ]

But I...owe him my life.

Can you meet me at the stables?

I will not let him die.

Yes.

[ she's not about to ask why morgana is so loyal to damon, since it's hardly the time. she's curious, though ]

I'll be there in twenty minutes.

Very well.

[ likewise! she'll be there a couple minutes earlier than planned, standing beside her horse evan, who's all saddled and ready to go ]

[ when she sees morgana already prepared to go, lana will nod to her grimly in greeting before climbing onto her horse ]

Lead the way. Don't worry, I can keep up.

[ oh she will! she knows how to handle a horse, no worries. of course they'll probably need to abandon their horses once they actually reach the caves, but at least this will get them there quickly.

fortunately lana's prepared, having brought two flashlights for when they get in there ]

[ lana will raise an eyebrow at that, putting the extra flashlight back. someone named morgana who knows arthur and can use magic? GEE, why didn't lana guess?

although now this just makes her think of arthur again and that's depressing. this also isn't the time to offer her condolences, so she'll remain quiet while moving along the tunnels, listening for any sign that they're nearing their destination ]

[Wes sighs, crouching down beside Damon's shackled body. He's tired, and dispirited, but his determination drives him to keep going. He won't give up until Damon finally breaks and puts into writing all the crimes he's committed. He's practically admitted to them, anyway, but Lilah had wanted a signed confession. So that no-one would have any doubt what kind of monster the vampire really was.]

Why are you being so ridiculously stubborn, Damon? When all it would take is your signature to make this all come to an end. One would think that you want me to continue. To make it hurt. Is that what I am, an instrument to punish yourself?

[Wes yanks Damon's head back by the hair to make him look him in the eye.]

Do you think I'm enjoying this?

[The cave they are in is some way from the entrance, to prevent any cries from carrying to the outside. It's dank and dark and Wes has made a makeshift cell, with vervain plants lining the walls of the cavern and down the main passageway. He's been keeping him weakened with diluted doses of the herb. And a crate with a tray of tools and medical supplies is stacked out of damon's reach in a corner. Damon himself is securely shackled with reinforced iron chains. Wes is taking no chances.]

We should see to that leg. I wouldn't want it to fester.

[He lets the vampire go abruptly and then moves over to pick up a scalpel and some tweezers. He kneels down again and sets to work digging out the wooden bullet. He doesn't bother with any kind of anaesthesia. As if Damon deserves any.]

[ When Wesley grabbed him by the hair, Damon looked up at him, his own blood caked around his sneer. A sneer that slowly morphed into a laugh that had run dry and humorless days ago. Thankfully, due to a whole lot of vervain-sipping that Katherine herself had spurred him on, he's pretty lucid despite the vervain. Or maybe not so lucky, because it means he can feel all of it. The constant, dull but aching burn in his veins. Every cut, every bullet, every blow. ]

We wouldn't be here if you didn't. Let's be honest, Wes, the only reason I'm still here is because I plowed your little girlfriend. [ He pulls at his shackles as Wesley lets him go, then starts to shout unwittingly at the pain when the surgical tools start digging into his leg. That shout, too, turns into a laugh. He's so far past fucked over at this point that he has no choice -- he has to fall back on his sense of wicked, crass, ill-timed humor. ]

You wouldn't let me go, anyway. Not now. [ Slowly, a smile curls at the corners of his tired lips. ] I wonder what Fred would think if she could see the real you. Think you'd still get the all-access pass to those milky thighs? [ He grunts out in pain, throwing his head back against the cave wall as he tenses up from the way the wood continues to dig into him while Wesley scrounges around to get it out. ]

[Wes' jaw clenched at Damon's barbs and if the extraction of the bullet was rougher than it needed it be, it was the vampire's own bloody fault.]

Of course, it has nothing to do with how you've viciously attacked and violated several people and killed at least one. It's all about my irrational jealousy that you forced Lilah to sleep with you.

And as for Fred, she knows about you. She has seen more of the real me than you think.

[He avoided commenting on the 'all-access pass' bit not wanting to give Damon any ammunition. If he knew they'd only kissed and not gone any further than that...Wes hadn't told Fred everything, but he'd known he couldn't keep something like this from her indefinitely. Not if he wanted to move forward with her. He'd learned at least that much from his last mistake over Connor. But still, he knew Damon was right, he would not want her to witness this uglier side of himself either. The part he despised and yet couldn't completely excise because it was needed sometimes.]

Damon!

[ lana, of course, immediately stills when she first hears their voices, trying to make out what they're saying. some of it is really disturbing, but lana doesn't want to make any rash moves--

oh, damnit morgana! she has no choice, racing after her, for now keeping her weapons hidden and hoping she won't need to use them. taking in the very morbid scene, she swallows dryly and looks from damon to wesley ]

He went home, did he?

[ Morgana and Lana aren't just a welcome distraction, they're a huge relief to Damon's life.

With the lack of blood intake for the past week, combined with the torture he'd been going through, he was in bad shape. His face had thinned out and he appeared sallow, sickly even. And then, of course, there were the wounds themselves. The edges of his mouth in particular were bleeding and chapped -- left over from vervain burns. And blood and bullet holes peppered his clothing.

He looks up at them, tugging on the chains and trying to get to them but too weak to free himself. Hell, with shackles this strong, he knew he wouldn't be able to, even if he'd been on a steady diet of blood and free of vervain. He'd trapped enough vampires in them to know. ]

You -- [ He looked up at the shackles around his wrists. ] Help me. I can't -- [ Okay. Maybe to a degree, he was playing up the pathetic inability to speak now that they were there. But, he needed sympathy before Wes started running his stupid mouth again. His head lolled a little to the side, exhausted as he continues to murmur. ] Was a ... trap.

[Wes hears the footsteps and a female voice urgently calling out Damon's name. His first instinct is to spin around and pull out his gun, but he clamps down hard on it, finishing tugging the bullet free first before he sets the instruments aside and turns to face who he presumes to be Damon's rescuers. He's disappointed that he was so easily found, that his quest to make Damon sign the confession has been thwarted. By a woman he doesn't recognise and...Lana. Well, that isn't as much of a surprise as he might have anticipated.

Before he can reply to Lana's accusation, Damon hams it up, obviously playing on their sympathies.]

A trap which involved him trying to bite me to death. Stay back, he's more dangerous than he's letting on.

[Wes' warning was calm and hopefully sounded reasonable, but there was an edge to it as well.]

Whatever reason you have to save this man, it's misguided. He's preyed on us all. Manipulated the situation.

Edited 2011-07-31 06:33 (UTC)

Step away from him. Now.

I do not care, you will step away from him. Do not and I swear I will burn the skin right off your bones.

Edited 2011-07-31 06:45 (UTC)

Morgana! Stop it. Wesley's a good man, and he's speaking the truth.

[ she's pulling her gun out now, definitely ready to shoot morgana in the leg or something if she actually tries to set wesley on fire. she of course doesn't want to, but if she had to choose between them...

still, she looks from morgana over to wesley, her own gaze hard and unyielding. she is pointedly not looking at damon right now, ignoring his plea ]

And it's insulting that you think I didn't already know all of that. But this isn't how you should have handled it. You lied to me, and you lied to everyone.

If it's true that he's responsible, then we'll take him to the Peace Patrol and we can have a fair trial like Rose did. But you need to back away from him.

[ He's too injured, starved and drugged out to really appreciate it at the moment, but the way Morgana's power grows visibly in her threat reaffirms that he made the right call in befriending her. His saving grace. He stirs in his position, trying to take advantage of the distraction to get free from his shackles.

He stops when Lana speaks, though, and watches her through heavily lidded eyes. It stings a little, knowing she wants to just turn him over, but at least she's on the side that's anti-Wesley continuing to torture him. ]

[So the other woman is a sorceress. And determined to defend Damon at all costs. Wes can't help but bristle, sensing the precariousness of his own situation now, especially since he's reluctant to harm anyone. It would only work in Damon's favour. Still, he conjures up a small ball of eery green flame in one hand. It's actually a light source, harmless as a weapon, but they needn't know that.]

I wouldn't recommend that you try that. I will protect myself if I need to.

[Then he lets out a bitter hollow laugh.]

It's ironic that a man who forces his will on others. Who rapes and murders, attacks viciously and with malicious intent deserves a fair trial. Where's the fairness in what he did to Lilah? To Illyria. To Angela. To the poor girl he killed in town. And who knows how many others.

What do you think I was trying to do?

[He points to the document lying on the floor nearby.]

Trying to get a signed confession. Because he will deny what he did. He will lie. He will cheat. And justice will not be served. It simply won't. It never is.

[For the first time, emotion starts to break through his rhetoric. The strain he himself is under, the awareness of the moral line he's crossed is evident in his tone.]

The wicked never get what they deserve and the good never get rewarded for their sacrifices. For all I know, you've both been compelled as well. His kind has the power of mind control. It's how he preyed on Lilah. For months. For months.

What kind of justice will be done, Lana? For the likes of him?

lana luthor;

morgana;

lana luthor;

morgana;

lana luthor;

morgana;

lana luthor;

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SORRY i passed out last night like whoa

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WHY DIDN'T YOU GUYS PUNCH ME EARLIER, OH MY GOD /FACE IN HANDS

BECAUSE IT'S...YOUR POST, SILLY

OBVIOUSLY. it's okay we still love you.

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