::Deep underground in myriad tunnels are various rooms where prisoners are kept. This one really isn't fun. It's a hole in the floor with a grate over the top. Inside the hole is a pit in the ground: a dark, grimy room that's damp, stuffy and smells bad. This is where Angeline is carrying Jasmine, who is unconscious and bodily broken. She opens the grate and looks down.::

"Got some company, meatbag."

::She is speaking to Sera, who has been held captive for some days now. She drops Jasmine down through the hole, not caring if it damages her even more because, annoyingly, she already has work to do with her.::

"Don't get too excited. She'll be dead soon."

::It's a lie, but Angeline wants to be cruel. She looks down into the dim light below, then drops and locks the grate before leaving.::

::Sera jumps when Jasmine lands with a thump on the grimy floor of the pit. She has to squint to be able to determine who it is in the very dim light, but once she does, her eyes widen and her jaw drops. She hardly dares to breathe; her voice is barely above a whisper, and husky from not being used.::

"Jasmine?"

(Oh my god.)

::The brunette hurriedly scuttles over to Jasmine, her gaze flickering over the woman's body. She sucks in a breath; the blond is in a really, really bad condition. Swallowing, Sera reaches over and very gently brushes a strand of hair away from Jasmine's face.::

(Did the vampires do this?)

"Jasmine? Jazza...?"

(Oh god. Please, don't die. Please.)

::The grate is dragged open as the triplets crowd around it. One by one, Cadelle, Angeline and Elle drop into the room below. Cadelle walks over to Sera and picks her up by the hair, dragging her over to a set of wrist shackles on the wall. She clamps on of the girl's wrists into it and locks it.::

"Stay out of our way."

::Angeline is picking up Jasmine. She can feel what's broken inside and it's a lot. She glances at Elle.::

"A healing potion would be far more efficient, sister."

::She dumps the body back on the floor, not that fussed about further injury.::

"Yeah, but I just don't like the look of her."

::Elle narrows her eyes at Jasmine. There's just something about her...::

"Lay her out. I'll get the things."

::She jumps into the air and transforms. A bat flutters upwards and out of the pit, reforming into the vampire on the surface. She picks up a large bag and several planks of wood. She almost laughs, then jumps back down.::

"We are going to create a masterpiece, ladies."

"I suppose Dr. Frankenstein was a genius."

::Angeline looks at her sisters and then grins. She takes Jasmine's shoulders and looks at Cadelle.::

"Feet. Pull."

::Cadelle picks up Jasmine's feet and the two vampires lift the girl into the air.::

"How many?"

::Angeline smirks.::

"Three."

::Cadelle grins and looks down at Jasmine.::

"Hmm. One."

::She leans back and pulls on Jasmine's legs, with moderate strength.::

::Sera pulls at the shackles, but ultimately knows that she can't do anything. She stays silent, not wanting to antagonize the three of them, but watches on, sick with worry and dread.::

(Oh my fucking god, what are they doing?)

::Similarly, Angeline pulls from Jasmine's underarms. There's a loud snap, then another. Then no more. The vampire shakes her head.::

"Typical. Guess it's a draw."

::Elle is busy working on the ground, stringing together a crude contraption from the planks of wood she brought. She arranges them in different ways, standing up each time to look down on her work with a thoughtful frown. She purses her lips and makes the wood into the shape of a crucifix.::

"Hey, we could crucify her. That'll be comfortable."

::She glances at her sisters.::

::Angeline gives Elle a look.::

::Elle sighs and hunkers down again. She has one plank vertical and winds the thin rope around it so she can affix two more pieces of wood to it going in diagonal directions, mimicking human arms more convincingly. She then gets thick strips of bandage and stands up. She walks over to where her sisters are playing with the meat.::

"Okay. Arms and legs."

::She helps them guide Jasmine's body down onto the main plank of wood. Her sisters then lift that into the air as well while Elle secures Jasmine stiffly to it by winding the bandage around her tight enough that she can't move her spine at all.::

"Down."

::Cadelle and Angeline places Jasmine back on the floor and check her limbs.::

"Broken arm. And this ankle is smashed. Are you sure you wanna do this the old way?"

::Elle smiles.::

"I already told you. There's something about the way she looks I just don't like."

::Sera stares; she's caught on that they're trying to heal Jasmine, but the constant joking around is pissing her off. She shifts, restless, her expression dark but still full of worry.::

(Bitch. There's nothing wrong with the way she looks. Stop fucking around and heal her already!)

::Angeline peels off Jasmine's shoes and socks and starts to apply ointment to the foot that was referred to as 'smashed'. After that, she leaps right up through the hole in the roof and returns with a small cage which she slips over Jasmine's foot and locks. The way this holds her by the lower calf is so that the foot is touching no sides of the cage, held independant of any outside pressure because of Jasmine's leg being stuck in halfway up the side. That means it will be able to heal with the bones in place and avoid getting smushed around any more.::

::Elle suddenly laughs and turns around to look at Sera.::

"Hey! This is better than your National Health Service, isn't it?"

::Cadelle quietly straps Jasmine's broken arm down to one of the planks of wood, securing it tightly.::

::Sera glares, very much wishing that she had her powers at the moment.::

"No."

(Our doctors aren't sadistic bitches with medieval medical equipment.)

"Our system works."

::Cadelle looks over and fixes Sera with a penetrating stare.::

"And there is no waiting list. What more could your friend want?"

"Some beautiful incisors."

"Hm."

::Angeline squeezes one of Jasmine's biceps.::

"She could certainly benefit with these puny muscles."

::Cadelle dumps a bucket of warm water and a sponge on the ground beside Sera.::

"There's only so much dirty work we'll do. If she gets infected somehow, it's on your head."

::She points at Jasmine's bloodied face and hand.::

::Elle unlocks Sera's wrist and glowers down at her.::

"Maybe you should use that on yourself. You stink."

::She and her sisters gather up their things and look down at their handiwork.::

"She'll live... maybe."

::Grinning at one another, they bend their knees and leap up through the hole. They close the pit prison and then drag a rug over the grate. There's a couple of flame torches below, though, so there's still light. And... some... ventilation. The triplets leave.::

"Bitches."

::Sera takes a couple of seconds for her eyes to adjust before scooting over to Jasmine's side, pulling the bucket with her, careful not to let any of it slosh over the sides. She eyes the medieval quality of the vampire's work, but has to appreciate how effective it is.::

(If they didn't do this, then who did? ... if it has to do anything with a certain other blond Australian...)

::Her eyes narrow, her face darkening. She's occupied a good portion of her time down in the dark thinking up all of the ways that she would torture and then kill Meredith. Shaking her head, the brunette sighs, then takes the sponge and dips it into the water. She grimaces, wondering how sanitary this is (probably not very much), and very gently starts to sponge away the blood and grime on Jasmine's face.::

(Oh, Jaz...)

::Jasmine lies there peacefully, completely unaware that she cannot move three quarters of her body right now. Completely unaware of what has happened to her; the manhandling and vague medicines of the vampire triplets, and unaware of who she has been left with, buried under the ground in the flickering light of fire. Her heart beats slow and heavy, but it beats nonetheless.::

::Sera dips the sponge back into the bucket, the water already reddened. She inhales deeply, glancing up at the rug-covered grate. It's stuffy, hot. She turns away from Jasmine and coughs.::

(She'll be okay, I think. They sure as hell don't want her dead, for whatever reason. This whole thing is so fucked up.)

::The brunette sponges away the last of the filth from Jasmine's face, smiling sadly at the sight. She leans forward and very, very gently kisses the blond's forehead. Sitting back up, Sera dips the filthy sponge back in the water, squishes it to get the excess out, and then starts to, with the utmost care, clean up Jasmine's one hand that Meredith had so kindly mutilated.::

"Uh--"

::Jasmine's voice is croaky and broken. She's still asleep and it might have just been a damaged groan coming out from the poor girl. She doesn't move at all, just lying there useless and sick.::

::Sera starts and glances up at Jasmine's face, her brow furrowing. She's slightly disappointed to see that the woman's still asleep, but she knows that it's silly to think that she would wake up so soon. She sets the sponge down, having finished with the blond's hand, and scoots up a bit so she's level with Jasmine's head. Sera smiles sadly, then sighs, looking down at the peaceful expression on the face of her former lover.::

(God, Jaz. I've missed you so much.)

"Mmmyeah..."

::Jasmine's mouth falls open and she breathes audibly.::

"Me too, kiddo..."

(... kiddo?)

::Sera frowns©, but shrugs it off. She knows that the Aussie isn't really "with it" at the moment. Reaching out, she very, very gently strokes Jasmine's cheek with her thumb. Her frown deepens; she sighs once again and bites her lip.::

"... there's so much that I want to say to you, but I have no clue how to say it."

"What?"

::Jasmine tries to move but only succeeds in rolling her head to the side. She starts singing in a really out of tune manner.::

"Tie me kangaroo down, sport..."

::Sera sighs, slightly frustrated, but she has to smile a tiny bit at Jasmine's singing. She shakes her head, glad that the blond is at least conscious.::

(You're something else, Jasmine Mulvey.)

"Muuuuuuuulled wine, muuuuuullllled wine
Gets us pissed for Chriiiiistmas time."

::Jasmine's still singing.::

"You wanna piece, piece of me-"

::Oddly, she's suddenly switched to singing Piece of Me by Britney Spears...::

::Sera blinks.::

(I hate that song... well, hate it but secretly love it- anyway!)

::The brunette sighs and resorts to being quiet, but still lightly strokes the blond's cheek with her thumb. She's scared to hurt her, but on the other hand, she can't resist touching her, for the sake of comforting her, taking care of her.::

::Jasmine suddenly tried to move and discovers she can't. Not only is it the case that she can't move, but it's also a fact that when she tries, her entire body is racked with pain. So now, after a tiny wriggle, she's screaming in agony.::

::Sera jumps at the sudden change in the blond's demeanor, her eyes going wide with fear. She yanks her hand back, now scared to touch Jasmine at all, scared of causing her more pain.::

"Heyheyhey! Don't move! Jasmine, just... don't move, and it won't hurt."

(I thought they made it so she couldn't move...)

::Jasmine barely registers what Sera is saying. Every attempt to get away from the pain brings another, worse pain, on. She screams and screams, having no idea what she has to do to make it stop. She's never felt anything like this in her whole life, even after all she's been through. Her whole body is against her and she just screams.::