the war inside.

@ castle.

A few hours later, one of the wolves started to make the rounds in the cells. Every cell, he slammed his fist against the door before slipping a small bag of blood through the tray hole. These were the prisoners that they needed to keep alive and in good condition. So, they got to eat. Once he reached Jessa's cell, the man slammed his hand against the door before sliding two packets of blood for her. It was unusual that they gave them extra blood, unless they someone was in really bad shape. The wolf then moved on to the next cell, continuing on his journey.

Not even a minute later, a different wolf walked into the cell, moving over to Jessa's bed. He kicked the frame of it, causing it to shake. The man continued to do this until Jessa started to wake up from the movement. "Get up." He growled. "Eat your food."

The man stood back once it appeared that Jessa was waking up. He then leaned back against the wall, his eyes on her as he waited for the woman to follow his command.

Jessa normally would have awoken when the guard was even beginning to near her cell but she was so exhausted that she didn't even flinch. Not even when the first guard knocked on her door or when the second entered the cell. She had rolled onto her side, curled into a tight ball as chills ran down her spine. Every inch of her body ached, she needed as much sleep as she could get.

Jolting awake with the second kick of her cot, Jessa blinked up at the man. Her eyes narrowed, her gaze shooting to the bags of blood before the wolf even pointed them out. It made her throat burn, being this close and she wanted so badly to reach out and feast but she didn't want to give in.

"You can tell," Jessa paused, dragging in a ragged breathe. "Marcus to fuck himself," she muttered before grimacing as she laid back down.

@ castle.

The man looked back at the guard at the entrance of the cell before looking back to Jessa. He was not sure how much he really cared if the girl ate or not. Though he suppose it was probably for the best to make her do so. Marcus would be pissed if this one died at this point. He made it clear that she was meant to be taken care of. "If you're not careful little missy, you'll find your head being sent to your family on a silver platter."

The man growled at her before grabbing one of the blood bags. Using his teeth, he ripped it open. It tended not to be too difficult to get starving vampires to fed. It seemed that their instincts sometimes kicked in even when they didn't want it.

With the open bag, the guard grabbed onto Jessa and shoved it under her nose. "Come on you little piece of shit. Eat your goddamn food."