Xander had listened to Meko with nothing more than mild amusement at this kidâ€™s balls. Heâ€™d seen a lot of people tortured, he had tortured a lot of people, and in his vast experience most of them didnâ€™t dare speak much less smart mouth someone like himself. It was only when he witnessed Meko shift and drink up his own blood did Xanderâ€™s cast iron stomach twist and curl. That was something new. That was something he had never seen someone willingly do. Hell, no matter how crazy people thought he was he would never do that.<br/><br/>â€œYouâ€™ve got balls kid.â€ He admitted as he followed the limping fae out of the room. He kept an eye out as they walked through the maze of halls, following the faint trail of the specter wolf Meko had summoned at will. â€œDonâ€™t let them get into that room!â€ Xander whirled around on the spot as the yell bounced around the hall. â€œI was wondering when youâ€™d catch up.â€<br/><br/>Xander ran towards the group of armored guards, the first throat he ripped out sent a shiver up his spine and a grin onto his face. Maybe he was a little crazy because nothing put him closer to euphoria than the feel of warm blood rolling down his hand and arm. At least nothing that could be done fully clothed.<br/><br/>A fist collided with his jaw and sent him reeling back for a moment. A moment that lasted just long enough for several of Madam Directorâ€™s attack dogs to latch onto him and try to hold him down. â€œShoot him!â€ Someone yelled from inside the crowd followed immediately by the sound of a gun being cocked. Fine, if they wanted to play like that then he was more than willing to comply with the challenge.<br/><br/>A sound that was nearly identical to a roar ripped from his throat as he pushed backwards slamming a few of the leeches against the wall to make them release him. Everything slowed down as his ears picked up the sound of air being displaced as a bullet was released from the barrel of a gun. Xander gritted his teeth together as he twisted sideways putting one of the men latched onto him in the way of the bullet. The blood spray hit him in the face and upper chest when the bullet pierced the skull of his human shield.<br/><br/>The next few seconds where filled with the musical sound of bodies dropping and moans of slowly dying people. Xander shoved his hand straight through the chest cavity of the last standing guard just as Meko finally forced the door open. â€œI can feel your heart, can you feel my hand?â€ He asked as he closed his hand around the beating heart of his victim. The only response he got was a gurgling sound and a spatter of blood as the man tried to talk. â€œGood.â€ Xander grinned sadistically as he gripped the heart and yanked his hand from the manâ€™s chest, bringing the fluttering heart with him. He watched the heart beat a few more times with morbid curiosity before it finally stopped beating. Xander dropped the organ to the concrete floor with a wet thump before walking into the room after Meko.<br/><br/>Taylor had never felt so much relief as he did when Meko forced his way through the door. The relief was quickly replaced by pain as the fae latched onto him and managed to squeeze several of his worst injuries. â€œYou did good.â€ He gasped out as Meko finally released him in order to try and remove Taylorâ€™s shackles.<br/><br/>â€œYou look good like that.â€ Xander grinned as he shut the door to the room. â€œWhat do you want?â€ Taylorâ€™s demand was cut short by a pained groan as Mekoâ€™s fingers cut into the still thin and tender skin around his wrists. He wiped the pained look on his face away when Xanderâ€™s dark laugh danced through the bloodied room.<br/><br/>â€œMove.â€ Xander planted his hand on Mekoâ€™s shoulder and shoved the boy to the side. He gripped one shackle and leant in over the chair to Taylorâ€™s ear. â€œHereâ€™s what is going to happen. Iâ€™m going to get you and your boy out of here.â€ â€œWhy?â€ Xander rolled his eyes at the question and ripped the first shackle clear in half. â€œThe bitch tried to cross me and Iâ€™m going to rip her heart out.â€ It was the most honest answer Taylor had ever gotten from his brother.<br/><br/>â€œYou need our help.â€ Taylor summarized as he shook his other hand to drag Xanderâ€™s attention to the fact that there was still one more to be taken off. â€œI donâ€™t<span style="font-style: italic">need</span>your help. Itâ€™ll just be easier this way.â€ Taylor grinned despite the pain as Xander ripped the other shackle off.<br/><br/>The youngest Rochester yanked the needles from his arm and forced himself up off the blood soaked chair. His ankles gave away and he fell to his knees. The tendons in his legs hadnâ€™t finished knitting themselves back together.  â€œGet up pansy.â€ Xander growled as he jerked Taylor up by his good arm and held him there for a second. A brief almost nonexistent moment of caring.<br/><br/>â€œGet off me.â€ Taylor snarled jerking his arm free and limping towards the door. His body was covered in dried up and fresh oozing blood. The open wounds slowly knitting themselves together. Unfortunately the process was slower than usual because of the lack of nutrient in the past three days. His body was far weaker than he wanted to admit. The muscles in his legs were quivering beneath his pants but the shakiness of his hand became apparent as he accepted the gun that was offered to him by his enemy turned ally.