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"State your full name." Xander's voice is calm but icy cold, his right hand poised above a notebook, prepared to write down everything she says.

"Carrie."

"Clan?"

Her talons rap against the metal chair, her eyes closed.

"Name your clan." This time his tone is more forceful.

"I have none."

"A clanless then?"

"Y-Yes." She's terrified, her eyes scanning the room.

"State your race or races."

"Don't you already know that?!" She bursts out.

"State your race or races." He shows no sign of frustration.

"Vampire," she whispers.

"Age?" Both me and Isaac lean closer to the speakers, wanting to confirm she's not the child she portrayed herself to be.

"Two hundred and fifty two."

Xander just takes her answer in his stride, noting it down and moving on.

"Why are you here?"

She says nothing.

"Why did you come to this pack?"

She remains silent.

"Why are you here? Answer or we bring in the wolf." He doesn't raise his voice but the lack of emotion convinces her to concede the battle.

"I was here to kill the Luna."

Isaac snarls, his hands curling into fists, his eyes glowing yellow.

Calm down. She didn't manage it so calm down.

"And why was that?" Xander shows no sign of caring that she was planning to murder us, his voice as even and composed as ever.

"I wanted to." Carrie's voice goes up an octave and it's clear she lying.

For being several hundred years old I would have thought she'd better at it, Jack says, laughing.

Stop taking this so lightly! She tried to kill us. How have you forgotten that?

We haven't. I just don't care. She is no threat to us anymore.

"You're lying." She does not react. "You will tell me the truth, one way or the other. It's up to you." Xander has no emotion left except stone cold determination; he's decided he will prise the truth from her and he will do whatever it take to get it.

Who would have thought our mild mannered Beta would be so good at interrogation? Jack says, a humourlesslaugh threatening to break forth.

Not me for certain. I guess his level-headedness is the reason.

No doubt.

Xander gives us a small nod through the glass, knowing we're watching, and Isaac nudges Matthew, who snaps awake at once.

"What is it?" He groans.

"We may need you in a moment. Be on standby."

He grumbles something under his breath, yet nevertheless nods.

"Why do you want to kill Luna Isobel?" Xander repeats.

"I just wanted to."

Why is she lying? What does she have to gain from it?

"I think you're up Matthew. You going to be alright?" Isaac says to him, concerned about the potential take over of Matthew's wolf.

"Yes. Keir has agreed not to do anything rash."

"Good. Best of luck to you."

Isaac unlocks the door for him, securing it behind him. Matthew has barely set foot in the cell when Carrie hears him and she pales, knowing what's coming.

"Please. No," she whispers.

"Are you going to talk?"

She shakes her head, yet there is a moment of hesitation as if she's considering the inverse. Beginning to shake, utter terror consumes Carrie, and a small whimper escapes her.

She's pathetic.

Matthew pads into the interrogation room, his eyes glowing yellow, Keir having resumed control.

"Wonderful. Just wonderful," Isaac growls sarcastically.

Carrie flinches as Keir steps towards her, her breathing shallow and raspy.

"No, please. Don't. Don't," she begs, panic overriding her refusal to talk. Keir ignores her, striding closer and closer, Xander's expression completely passive, although there is a tinge of worry in the way that his eyes follow and observe the scene before him.

Keir, on the other hand, hasn't a care in the world, and appears to be enjoying Carrie's helplessness, a depraved smile smeared over his face; despite this, his actions are calculated, each step slow and careful, like a predator stalking prey. Because that's how he sees her.

And she knows it.

To her credit, Carrie maintains her refusal to talk until Keir finishes his stroll, standing beside her frozen form.

"Talk," Xander orders.

"N-No."

Isaac curses under his breath at her answer, and Xander's eyes narrow, his knuckles whitening as he tightens his grip on his pen. Keir is positively beaming, reaching for a small wheelie table covered with a cloth.

No.

Tell me that's not what I think it is.

"It is," Isaac states, his voice grim.

Removing the cloth, both me and Jack shiver on disgust at the metal objects on the tray: a large array of torture instruments, from nail pulls to small knives.

Stop him. You said we weren't going to torture her!

"We're not. She'll talk."

How can you be so -

"I'll talk! Just please don't - " she is cut off by Keir's growl, all excitement draining from his features. His fingers stray towards the knives but stops when Xander gives a near imperceptible shake of his head.

"Then talk," Keir growls.

"I was ordered to kill Luna Isobel. It wasn't my idea, I swear on Lord Hades!" Carrie's body is still from the neck down, fear incapacitating her. Enjoying her desperation, Keir's disgruntled expression has changed to a more hopeful one.

What is wrong with him? Even I'm not enjoying this.

I think that we should perhaps ... not be so quick to judge him.

Xander continues questioning, Keir 'encouraging' Carrie to answer, his hands straying towards the tray at the first opportunity, much to both Isaac and Xander's irritation.

"Who ordered you to kill Luna Isobel?" As one, we all lean forwards, not wanting to risk a word she says, eager to find out who's behind this.

"I don't know," she whispers.

"Lie," Keir states, a small smile spreading across his face.

"No! I really don't know!" She wails, wrenching at her bonds, trying to pull away, but completely helpless as Matthew's wolf picks up a small knife, an insane grin plastered on his cheeks. "All I know is that they were a woman! They found me and asked me to do it! I don't know why! Please! Just let me go!"

"Describe her."

"She had long black hair and was immensely pale. I don't know anything else! Please - "

She releases a small scream as the blade comes in contact with the bare skin of her arm, her body shaking. Xander, on the other hand, is disturbingly passive, unperturbed by the events playing out in front of him.

"What was in it for you?"

"She's a fucking were. That's was reason enough." The venom in her voice doesn't surprise any of us; vampires and werewolves have been notorious enemies for centuries.

"What else did they say?" Keir hisses, making Carrie jump.

"They - they said they'd help me do it and if I was caught, they'd help me escape."

"Shame you won't be in a position to accept that help." Keir grabs her arm, laying it flat on the metal surface of the interrogation chair.

Then he stabs her arm.

She screams as the knife pierces all the way through, a solid clunk echoing through the room as it slams into the metal chair arm.

He stabbed her.

Xander jumps to his feet at once, growling.

"Stop Keir."

Keir ignores him, twisting the blade, eliciting another shriek, tears pouring down her face. Blood drips onto the floor, the scarlet liquid gathering to form a puddle of increasing size.

There is an awful grating noise as he pulls the knife out of the wound, splattering blood everywhere. His unhinged smile widens and he goes to stab the defenceless Carrie again, the blade pausing no more than a centimetre from her skin.

Snarling, Keir attempts to break Xander's grip on his arm, the grip that is preventing him stabbing his victim. They grapple for several seconds, neither having the upper hand, until Xander finally managed to prise the knife out of his fingers.

"Back down now, Keir."

Unnoticed by us, Isaac has entered the interrogation room, his brows narrowed in annoyance, but to our surprise, Keir ignores him.

"Knock out Carrie," he orders Xander, who obliges, giving her a crack around the skull, sending her into unconsciousness. Growling, Keir swipes at Xander, having partially shifted.

"Keir, stop it."

At Isaac's command, he pauses, and when Isaac bares his teeth he gets on his knees in submission.

"Give Matthew back control."

"No. He doesn't want it."

"Shit," he mutters. "I had hoped it wouldn't come to this."

He beckons to me through the glass, indicating for me to enter.

Why? Why do you want me to come in?

We just need you to keep an eye on Matthew and Keir while me and Xand move Carrie to a more secure cell.

Alright. We'll manage.

Thank you love.

It hits us the moment we walk into the interrogation.

The stench of blood. It clogs the air, muffling any other scent, and despite our familiarity with it, we can't help but suppress a retch.

How can Keir enjoy this?

I doubt you want to know.

Carrie groans in pain as Isaac and Xander untie her, securing her wrists and ankles with sets of handcuffs, not risking her escape, even if she is most likely to weak to try it. They drag her limp body out the room, leaving me with Keir, who we sit opposite, careful to avoid the blood on the tiled floor.

Compared with our last meeting, he seems to have no interest in me, instead he's silent, his eyes fixed on some point on the wall.

"Keir?" We ask, tentative of his possible reactions.

"What? I'm trying to concentrate," he snaps, his eyes never once straying to me.

"What did you mean earlier when you said Matthew didn't want control?"

"He refuses to take it."

"And why is that?"

"He doesn't want to deal with what I've done. He doesn't want to accept that I did it and he couldn't do anything," he replies, quiet.

What do we say? We need Matthew to take control.

"Do you want to stay in control?" I blurt out.

"No."

"Can Matthew hear me?"

He nods.

"Matthew, it's not your fault. You can't control what Keir does any more than he can control what you do. You shouldn't blame yourself for his actions."

"But it's still my body that he uses." For a moment it sounds as if Matthew has taken control but Keir's eyes are still glowing yellow and we realise that he's merely relaying Matthew's words.

"You can't avoid what your wolf has done Matthew. It's not your fault but you can't pretend it's not your body doing it, although you're not the one controlling it. It's the same as if you did something in Keir's body. He couldn't deny that his body was the one doing the action."

"Shame. He's ashamed. That's why he doesn't want control again," Keir mutters.

"We're sorry Matthew." I sigh. "We've just made you feel worse."

"It's alright."

"H-Has this happened before? When Matthew refused to take control?"

"Yes."

"What did you last time?"

"We just had to wait. Sleep tends to help him. That and food."

"Food?"

"Yes. It brings back more ... positive memories. It usually persuades him to take control."

"Should we go to the pack common room to grab some food once we've finished up here? Would that help?"

"Maybe. Then sleep I think."

"Keir, give Matthew back control," Isaac growls behind us.

"He doesn't want it."

"Then go and do what you do normally to get him back."

"Yes Alpha," Keir mutters, and he departs the room, an irritated looking Xander following close behind.

What did you say to Xander? He seems frustrated.

I shouldn't say. It's his business to share that, not mine.

Alright.

Is he going to be alright? Earlier, you seemed ... worried.

He'll be fine. I think. Either way, I'm sorry but I doubt you'd be able to help.

If you're sure.

Somewhat.

He offers me a tense smile.

Let's go back to the pack house. I'll ask some of the guards to clean up the mess in here.

Good idea.