The London traffic roared in the distance as the young woman lay warming herself in a sunny Hyde Park. She only had a few brief moments to block out the world before she had to leave, so she made the most of them by listening to her favourite, calming, music. Her current casual outfit of denim shorts and a plain white top was not the best for a date at the police station, she would have to change but for now she turned her face towards the sun, letting the orange penetrate her thoughts as the smell of grass wafted around her nose. It was peaceful, calm and yet it wasn't to last as a shadow passed over her.
"Excuse me"She said, opening one eye to see the silhouette of a man. "Can I help you?" She sat up, removing one of her earphones whilst trying to get a better look at the figure that was disturbing her day; he had his back to her and despite the deliberate placing, she could tell he was tall, with curly hair and a coat that billowed in the summer breeze. The longer he stayed silent the more nervous she became, but regardless of her fear she couldn't help staring at him; it was too late by the time she noticed the second figure, the man sneaking up behind her. She was grabbed from behind, her mouth and nose were covered before she could make a sound; the chloroform did its job, she tried to hold her breath but to no avail. The world buckled as her legs did and darkness consumed her mind.
When she awoke, the first thing to greet her was a pain in the neck from where she had been slumped forward in a chair; she tried to raise her hand to rub the sore muscle, but found she couldn't move it. She opened her eyes and jerked her head up with a start, she immediately regretted doing so as the light burned her eyes and the room swam around her; she closed her eyes again and memories of the park and the figure came flooding back.
Adrenaline coursed through her body, every nerve was screaming at her to get away, she shifted her weight in the chair trying to gain some kind of purchase on the bonds that held her; they were too strong. Slowly she opened her eyes and the room came into focus, the first thing she noticed was the homeliness of the place, there was a sofa facing her; she was in someone's living room. She was tied to a chair in someone's living room?
She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself; she had to think rationally if there was to be any chance of an escape, but the more she thought about it the more confused she got. She couldn't get it to make sense; compared to her kidnap, which had been well planned and almost professional, this was kind of amateur. Not that it mattered; the mistake could be used to her advantage.
She opened her eyes again, now that she was a bit calmer, and studied the room in an attempt to find out where she was; between her and the sofa was a coffee table covered in papers of all kinds and an expensive mahogany chess set, there seemed to be a smiley face spray painted on the wall above the sofa. This was definitely not a family home, she thought, it was more of a bachelor pad, the thought sent the panic rising within her; she tried once again to tug her arms free from the torn cloth tying them to the arms of the chair, no chance. She tried to calm down by taking deep breaths and imagining she was back in the park.
Her senses heightened as she heard the sound of footsteps to her left, she turned her head to try and get a better view, immediately regretting this when she noticed the knife that the curly haired man, the man from the park, was carrying. Closing her eyes, she willed herself away, back in the park; she focused on imagining the smell of the grass and the sound of her music. No matter how hard she tried, she was here, in this moment, he edged closer to her, and she reopened her eyes as he slowed, before stopping, behind her.
Her breath hitched as he used one finger and slowly moved her long, dark, ponytail from the back of her neck, slipping the knife underneath over her, now exposed, skin. Her fingers dug into the arms of the chair, as terror coursed through her body.
"I don't want to have to hurt you. Give me the information I want and then you can leave." A posh dark voice said into her ear, she tried to turn her head to face him, he dug the knife slightly and she tensed. "Uh, uh, no, just tell me what I want to know." He purred, moving his head away from hers. She had no idea what the stranger was talking about, the only thing she knew for sure was that he had no intention of letting her leave, at least, not alive.
"I'm waiting"
"I… I have no… I don't know what you want!" A tear escaped and made its way down her face, taking a small sob with it; her captor replaced his face next to hers, she could hear his steady breath in her ear, and the knife stayed, steady, behind her.
"Now, now, no need for that. Just tell me what I want to know." He grabbed her hair with his free hand, jerking the knife; her breath caught in her throat for a moment and more hot tears rolled down her face, as her long hair fell to the floor. In response to his actions, all he heard was a soft whimper of shock; the man realized he was getting nowhere and lowered the knife in obvious frustration. Then, he took a breath, before resting his hands on the girl's shoulders; she let out a sob of both relief and terror as he threw the knife; it embedded itself in the wall opposite with a solid thud, confirming the strength of the man.
"What do you know?" He shouted, clearly frustrated at the situation. "Nothing," the girl whimpered, fearful of what would happen next; such fears never came to pass, as the door was thrown open.
In the doorway stood another man, handsomely dressed in an immaculate grey suit that accented perfectly his short dark hair and huge chocolate brown eyes; he seemed calm as he rested his shoulder leaning his weight on the doorframe.
"Has it really come to this, you have to kidnap girls to get information now. Let her go." The newest man purred his words tinted with an Irish tone.
"And why should I?" The curly haired man retorted, in a response to his refusal the Irish man nodded his head towards the kitchen; she couldn't see what was there but judging from her captor's reaction, she doubted it was anything good.
"No." The man, who, only a moment ago, held a knife, said quietly as he staggered backwards; the Irish man approached her, deliberately keeping his eyes fixed on the curly haired man, as if they had the power to hold him at bay. Only when he knelt before her did her look towards her; she sniffed, trying to stop the tears from flowing, he gave her a small grin, before, gently, wiping away a tear.
"It's okay now, you're safe." He purred, working on the fastenings that held her; his hands were swift and soon she was free. Shuffling herself forwards on the chair she tried to stand, her attempts were halted by the hand of her saviour on her shoulder. "No honey, you're too weak, let me help you." She nodded, another tear rolling down her cheek, and she hated how weak she felt; his hand went from her shoulder to her back, as she tried to stand again. She wasn't strong enough to support herself, falling backwards until he caught her and lifted her, with his other hand tucked under her carefully carried her from the flat, she couldn't help but notice that the kitchen was empty; she pushed such thoughts away and concentrated on the fact that now she was safe. She rested her head on her hero's shoulder; she didn't notice the needle he pierced into her leg. Her breathing slowed and she drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep; the Irishman smiled to himself as he placed her into the backseat of a waiting car before getting into the front himself.
"Seb, back to my place, we have a house guest." He said, his smile never faltering, his plan had worked.
A/N A huge thank you to MidnightMoonWarrior the best beta around! Seriously guys, you should have seen this before she'd got her hands on it!
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