Lust Blurred Lines

Authors Note: First off, I do not own or have any rights to any of the 'The Patriot' Franchise. This is purely a fan-based story. I am not making anything from this no money, nothing. Second, This is an O.C. Story if you don't like O.C. stories or you feel it's Mary Sue don't read it. It has violence, mature themes, and strong language. You have been advised. Thank you!

Chapter One: His Flower Girl.

Colonel William Tavington, being antsy and agitated jumped on his horse and took off from camp. He needed to get away from his men to find something to do as his men recovered from their last battle, it had been about a week since they had departed from Charleston and they had found many battles already. Unlike his men Tavington immensely enjoyed the thrill of battle, the power, the rush everything about it thrilled him. Since his father had squandered all of his inheritance, the life of a soldier was all he knew and how he enjoyed it. In truth he feared the day he'd have to retire, but he hoped that by that time he would have found a new hobby that gave him a rush such as war. He was so wrapped in his thoughts he almost… almost didn't notice the young woman sitting in a field of flowers not too far off from his camp. Tavington stopped his horse and sat there watching the young woman. Her back was to him, she had long sandy blonde hair, and pale skin. She wore a simple blue cotton dress. Dismounting his horse he approached a nearby tree and tied his steed to it and silently crept up on her. As he neared he heard a soft humming. He smiled to himself it seemed this woman was so into gathering her flowers she was completely unawares. "You know it is quite unsafe for a woman to be out in times like these." He whispered in her ear when he was directly behind her. She jumped and turned to face him shock clear on her face, and her right hand to her chest as her left held her up. "Sir, do you always sneak up on unexpected women?" She asked trying to calm her racing heart. Tavington quirked his eyebrow and smiled down at her.

Tavington had expected everyone in these parts to know of him, and yet when he didn't see the look of horror on her face or any sign of her knowing who he was he found it oddly amusing instead of being agitated. "May I sit with you?" Tavington asked gently. "I don't see why not." She said softly holding her tongue on what she really wanted to say. She went back to gathering her wild flowers while occasionally glancing at Tavington in her peripheral vision. Tavington simply sat there staring at her and smiling, he was waiting to see how she would handle it. He hoped she would snap at him, he enjoyed putting a woman in her place and he was so pent up at that moment a release would have been heaven. "The flowers are lovely, are they not?" She asked while admiring the bunch of flowers she had just picked. "Very much so." Tavington answered never moving his eyes from her. He could care less about the flowers. "Does your wife enjoy picking fresh flowers sir?" the woman asked finally looking up into his blue grey eyes. "I'm not married." Tavington informed her looking her straight in the eyes. She had eyes as blue as sapphires. "Oh…" She said looking away from him and couldn't help the light blush that graced her cheeks. She placed the small bouquet of flowers in a small basket that sat next to her in the field. "I am Colonel William Tavington." Tavington finally introduced himself waiting to see the fear creep into her face in recognition. It never came. "I am Sarah Martin, Colonel." Sarah said with a soft smile. This intrigued Tavington, the wheels in his brain started reeling. All the possibilities swam across his mind, and he found he was suspicious of her cool appearance. "Do you live around here?" He asked suddenly looking around himself. "Yes, I live a mile out I come here to think and you needn't worry Colonel I am very much alone out here. " She chuckled.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked suddenly irritated. "Yes, I do Colonel you are quite the popular fiend around these parts." She said all the while smiling. "Colonel Tavington, the butcher, the man with no soul or heart, a man so evil that he makes the Devil look like a saint." Tavington smiled at the reputation he was given he couldn't help, but think he was the colonial's boogey man. "And yet you are sitting here having a pleasant conversation with me and smiling at said monster." Tavington said pointedly. Sarah shrugged and looked away. "I see no reason to fear you, Colonel." Sarah returned to her task of picking flowers. 'My God, he is so beautiful. How can he be the same man that everyone fears?' Sarah thought to her-self as a silence fell over them. "Miss Martin, there are many reasons you should fear me, I'm sure every story you've heard is true." Tavington told her while raising an inviting eyebrow. He was trying to see how far he could take her, before she in turn feared him. "I'm not afraid of you sir." Sarah said trying not to let her smile fade. Tavington shifted his weight and grabbed her right arm pushing her back onto the ground while positioning his-self over her. "You should be little one." He growled huskily. "Do you enjoy being feared so much that you won't allow someone to be friendly to you?" She asked perplexed. "It depends on how friendly you wish to be to me?" Tavington asked once again quirking an eyebrow at her. Her brows furrowed, and a fire danced in her eyes as she glared up at him. "Colonel, it is improper to suggest such a candid thought." Sarah huffed placing a hand to his chest and moving to sit up and push him away, but instead of being the gentleman he was supposed to be and move away he stayed planted in his place.

"Miss Martin, since you have made no move to correct me on your title I take it you are not married and also by seeing how much being this close to me makes you squirm I'd say you are not engaged in any way to a man. Am I correct?" Tavington asked a gleam in his eye he was getting her where he wanted her. "No, I am not Colonel." Sarah sighed and slumped to the ground giving up on trying to move him off of her. "Give me one good reason; I should not have my way with you here and now." Tavington demanded. "Because Colonel, that would be most ungentlemanly of you." Sarah said trying to keep panic out of her voice. "From the stories you hear of me do you think me a gentleman?" Tavington asked while lowering himself on her. "In truth no sir, but one can often hope that the stories are not all true." Sarah tried. "Do you still have your virtue in tact?" Tavington asked after hovering over her for a few seconds. Sarah knew she had to answer him and she had to keep her temper in check or that would give him plenty reason to fulfill his threat. She closed her eyes and nodded. "What would you give me in return for your virtue?" Tavington asked in her ear. The heat of his breath tickled her ear causing her to shudder. "Anything." She whispered refusing to open her eyes. "Open your eyes and beg me not to take you." Tavington said smiling. Sarah slowly opened her eyes and locked hers with his. "Please Colonel Tavington; I'll give you anything so as long as my virtue stays intact." Sarah said by some miracle keeping the fear from her voice. Tavington was slightly disappointed when he didn't hear fear in her voice, but he was thankful she stared him straight in the eyes so he could catch the fear in them.

Tavington sat up finally allowing her to sit up, "Kiss me." He told her as she sat up. She moved in to kiss him and he leaned back smiling. She had pulled back and looked at him curiously. "What are you waiting for Miss Martin?" He smiled mischievously. She leant in again to place her lips on his and again he leaned back this time she followed until she ended up falling onto him as he laid on his back he wrapped his arms about her. Her hands were on his chest and she stared down at him embarrassed at the intimate position he forced her into. "Miss Martin, I'm still waiting for my kiss. I'm starting to think you want me to take you." Tavington chuckled evilly. She shivered as his laugh shook not only him, but her as well. She shyly leaned in and brushed her lips to his, her heart raced she couldn't believe she was about to kiss a perfect stranger. Tavington growing impatient locked lips with her and rolled over so she was beneath him. He kissed her hungrily, and stroked her face with his hand. He moaned into the kiss, her skin was so soft, it felt like her skin was made of rose petals. Tavington felt an ache in his groin and knew he had to stop himself lest he go back on his word. "Thank you Miss Martin. If we should meet again I'd like another." Tavington let out a shaky breath and pulled himself off of her. Sarah simply nodded and sat up. She watched in awe as he collected himself and walked away. She waited until he had mounted his horse and had taken off. She quickly gathered her skirts, stood and grabbed her basket running off into the woods. She ran about half way home, she stopped leaning against a tree trying to catch her breath. Tears filled her eyes, if any of her neighbors found out about her sharing a kiss with enemy number one they'd think she had gone plum crazy.

Sarah made up her mind that instant, she would steer clear of the flower field. She didn't want to chance meeting him again. Sarah fanned her face with her hand, as she continued home. Unaware that someone else had seen what had transpired between her and the green dragoon Colonel. Sarah arrived at her brother's plantation; she stood for a few moments looking over it, before running to find her brother. Finding Benjamin in his barn, she ran to him flinging her arms about him and crying into his chest. The person who had seen what had transpired in the flower field followed the girl home, before turning to report to his leading officer. "What is the matter Sarah? What has upset you?" Ben asked his sister as he held her in his arms. "I was in the flower field about a mile out…" She began trying to calm her tears. "He saw me and forced me to kiss him threatening to steal my virtue, if not." Ben calmed his sister only understanding half of what she was saying. "Sarah now who threatened you?" Ben asked trying to keep his own calm. "The butcher." She breathed. Something grasped at his heart and Ben found himself worried. He had wanted to stay out of this war; he hadn't wanted his family involved. Gabriel had deliberately disobeyed him and joined the colonial militia, and now Sarah had met the enemy's ace. "Sarah, stay away from that flower field, don't go back there." Ben told her and all she did was nod. It was a few days later that Ben received a correspondence from Colonel Burwell.

"Ben,

My friend, a spy of mine told me some very disturbing news the other day. I didn't want to believe it, but I fear it must be. My spy told me that he had seen dear Sarah, kissing the butcher about two days ago. He's not sure what truly transpired, but he had been on the way to their camp when he had come across the Colonel and your sister. After reporting to me that day, he returned to the task he was assigned and has made it into their ranks, he has informed me just today that since that day Colonel Tavington has visited the field about three times a day looking and waiting for your sister and with each visit that he doesn't see her he grows more and more agitated. I fear to ask this and I apologize for even thinking this, but We… I think that perhaps if we use Sarah as bait we might be able to defeat the butcher. Please, think it over, I promise Ben that if you and Sarah agree then I shall protect her with my life.

Colonel Harry Burwell"

Ben crumpled the letter and tossed it into the fire place, Sarah had been sitting nearby playing with Susan picking Susan up into her arms she approached her brother. "Is it Gabriel?" She asked fearing the worst. "No, Burwell wants to use you to try and capture or defeat the butcher. Apparently, he has been looking for you in the field every day since you met." Ben informed her. "Then, I shall do it." Sarah said placing Susan down. "No, you shan't. I promised father I would watch after you." Ben raised his voice. "Ben, this could mean the end of the war." Sarah sighed. "If everything I heard is correct, than I understand what type of man, this Colonel Tavington is and if he thinks you're a loyalist and therefore are captured by the enemy he will stop at no means to slaughter every one of the Colonial militia to save you and then he'd take you with him to ensure your safety. You'll be stuck in enemy camps, with the monster itself as your keeper." Ben informed her. "I'll still be safe, if he is so infatuated with me then he shan't harm me, and so as long as he believes me loyal he would have no right to harm me." Sarah argued. Before Ben could argue any further Sarah stormed out of the room and out to the barn. "Sarah, where do you think you are going?" Ben asked chasing after his sister. "I'm going to Colonel Burwell; I am going to help win this war." Sarah said her head held high. "You shall not. Don't ready that horse." Ben growled not only to Sarah, but to the worker who had started to prepare a horse for her. Ben with a few steps stood before his sister, looking her into the eyes before stooping down and tossing her over his shoulder and carrying her back inside the house and setting her down. Sarah had been kicking and screaming the whole time and when Ben had set her down she had tried to move past him, but he shifted in front of her.

"Sarah, you'll stop this nonsense now or I'll tie you until you come to your senses." Ben warned. Sarah huffed away upstairs and hid away in her room. It wasn't until night fall that Ben decided to go and check on his sister after she had refused to answer for Abigale or any of the children. Tapping on the door gently Ben called out to her. "Sarah…" After a few moments of silence he tried again. "Sarah, at least come down and eat something." Ben tried. "Mr. Martin… Mr. Martin." Joseph one of his workers called to him running up the stairs. "One of the horses, it's gone." Joseph explained how he went to check up on the horses and found one missing. Ben opened his sister's door and in turn found her missing; she had somehow made her way out the window and off the roof. "Joseph, ready my horse." Ben ordered. "Abigale watch after the children I'm going to go retrieve their aunt." Ben quickly placed his riding coat on, grabbed his rifle and headed out to the barn. He raced off to Burwell's camp, he knew right where it was as Burwell had kept him informed so he had known where his son was. Jumping off his horse he handed it to a soldier and entered the Colonel's tent. They were cutting a strand of hair from her and placing it in an envelope when he had arrived. Gabriel, Sarah and Burwell looked up at Ben as he drew near.

Burwell handed the envelope to his spy and sent him on his way, "I'm sorry Ben, but it's the only way." Burwell sighed. "This is the first sign of weakness the man has shown." Ben's eyes were locked on Sarah, "You're going to have to make it look like you've had her a couple of days, she is wearing the same dress she wore that day, tear it a bit and dirty her or else he'll never believe that she's been here with you for a couple of days." Ben said numbly. "If she gets hurt or worst, I'm holding you responsible." Burwell nodded in understanding. Ben exited the tent just as quickly as he had entered it; he rode home with a heavy heart. "We're going to have to bind your hands as well." Burwell told her as they began, making her look as if she had been their prisoner for a few days. Burwell ordered his men to sleep with their weapons close just in case and as per usual they took turns keeping watch for the enemy. Sarah slept with bound hands on a dirty cot in the Colonel's tent as he slept on his cot on the opposite side of the tent. Came early morning a horn sounded scaring Sarah awake, Burwell was already up and shaven for the day and was exiting his tent when Sarah woke. "Colonel Tavington, demands that you release the girl this moment, if not you shall feel his wrath." The carrier informed Burwell. "Inform Tavington, that I shall release his flower girl, if he and his men surrender to me." Burwell countered. "How do we know you really have this girl?" The soldier asked after a seconds thought. Burwell showed the man into his tent, to see Sarah. "Why is she in your tent and not in a tent of her own?" the soldier asked. "I cannot trust my men around a pretty thing like her, no to ensure she remains intact my tent was the safest place for her." Burwell shrugged.