Angus
Marcus and I carried Jack into the old dining room. It took a few minutes but we managed to unwrap him from the wire restraining him. I might have overdone that a little. His arms still dangled uselessly at his sides and he was unable to stand, although his legs appeared a bit straighter than they had when I had originally lifted him into the back of the van. He swore throughout as we tied him to a chair with a few handy strands of wire.
Julia walked into the room followed by Rebecca and Fergus. They each grabbed a chair and arranged them in a loose semicircle around Jack, for all the world like a particularly grim focus group. The thought made me want to laugh. Oliver came in a minute or so after everyone else. I nodded my head in silent thanks for all he and Julia had done to help us protect Rebecca, and my brothers, and he nodded back in acknowledgement. Then his attention was diverted to the snarling vampire in the middle of the room, and he too pulled up a chair and sat down, one hand pressing carefully on his injured abdomen. Marcus and I decided to lean against the stone walls on either side of Jack. I was still too hyped up after all the iron I'd eaten today, and I didn't want to sit. Marcus had his own reasons, but I suspected they had something to do with keeping and eye on Julia, who sat a couple of metres directly in front of Jack, watching his face intently. She appeared to come to some sort of decision, and she stood up abruptly and left the room. Rebecca looked at me, a question in her eyes.
"She's coming back," said Oliver. I nodded in confirmation. Oliver and I had both sensed her intentions, and it wasn't going to be pretty. I wondered briefly if I should warn Rebecca, but I didn't think there would be any point. If it got too bad, she could leave.
"Hey, bitch," Jack drawled, eyes fixed on Rebecca. "We would have had some fun. Well, I would have anyway." He chuckled at his own joke.
Rebecca stared straight back at him, and I knew that she wouldn't be going anywhere.
"Shut up, Jack," said Oliver shortly.
"Oliver, my son," Jack turned his attention to the unsmiling vampire. "Are you really going to let your mother do this to me?"
"Watch me," Oliver said laconically.
"Your Uncle James told me all about you. Little did he know he was talking to your real daddy." He seemed to be pleading and insulting at the same time. Impressive. But not half as impressive as the axe Julia carried into the room a few moments later.