"Schadenfreude" is a word for that feeling of joy and slight satisfaction you sometimes get from the misfortune of others.
~Google Dictionary~

"Oh, my god."

Grasping at his shirt with an urgency that had been burning inside of me for the past two weeks, I gasped as his lips softly yet aggressively suckled at my neck. His hands were on my waist, before almost mechanically one slid down to my thigh, just above the place in which so needed to be satisfied for the sake of my sanity. Almost in that instant, I felt myself - if possible - get more attracted to the man on top of me as an almost animalistic noise erupted from his chest, sending vibrations throughout his body, and in extension - making my petite frame shake in response.

My hands quickly, as if my ovaries were controlling my every movement as they paralysed my brain and common sense, went down to the hem of his shirt - ripping it off without a thought for the fact that I knew that he was wearing his favourite shirt.

Well, he was going to be pissed after this.

I heard a groan erupt from him again as my hands quickly went down to his belt buckle, shaking from the fact that his lips were now, gracefully, making their way to my breasts. In that moment, I couldn't control any movements I made as one hand came up to his hair - clutching at the thick black mane that I loved so much, my breath becoming hitched in the back of my throat as his lips finally, as if they wanted to taunt me further, remained just above the material of my sports bra.

I know, not very sexy.

I felt his whole body, that was positioned eloquently on top of me - hovering almost teasingly as the jeans that he wore rubbed against my bare thighs which had erupted in goose bumps, not just from the fact that the simple movement caused friction against my bare thighs which did more than enough for me than anything had been doing in the past two weeks, but my brilliant fiancé seemed to forget that even though he might have the luxury of the warmth of his clothes, I, on the other hand - was scantily clad.

I wasn't when we started, I can tell you that.

Feeling the bravery that usually sparked within me when we were faced with this situation, I felt my hands snake down his bare chiselled chest and find their way to the belt buckle - gracefully pulling the belt away from the jeans, and with my feet - I quickly pushed down the jeans, a smile so wicked gracing my features as I internally rewarded myself for my actions.

"Did you miss me, Rose?" He murmured, his voice husky and coarse against my skin - which he had finally found, to my delight , and I nodded - letting a strangled moan escape me as he looked up with his signature goofy grin that always seemed to be on his face. "I guess you did,"

I chuckled at my fiancés confidence, my hand going to cup a rather hard situation that was strengthening in his pants and I felt his breathing stop as his eyes shot up to me. "No, I missed this."

And in that moment, I realised I must have sounded remotely like a prostitute.

Or someone with a disease of the sexual sort.

He laughed, going back to what he was doing and I quickly ran my hands back up to his face - cupping his cheeks as I looked into his eyes and I smiled softly, capturing his lips in mine as I pulled him into my warm embrace. "I missed you so much,"

He looked down at me, wiggling his eyebrows. "Well, it would be cruel of me if I didn't give my future wife what she wanted."

I felt an elated smile spread across my lips as I hooked my fingers around his boxers, pulling them down slowly as his fingers went down to my shorts - almost as if to mimic the action that I had done only seconds before to him. I felt his fingers hovering over the spot that was so in need of him, every inch; every fibre of him, and I arched my back in erratic ecstasy as I felt him finally, finally nearing the spot that had been yearning for him for the past fourteen days that I had not seen him.

I closed my eyes, readying myself for the feel of his fingers when I heard the sound of the door swing open - a bang echoing through the room as it collided with the wall and I froze, my heart in which had been pounding against the constraints of my rib cage had now dropped, I'm sure, into my stomach and I can assure you that it did not sit well with my breakfast.

Will shot up, profanities escaping his mouth in a slur that made them all blur together, almost as if to create a colossal giant curse word that would eliminate all the rest. I, on the other hand, looked to the door in absolute horror as I saw Wills niece looking at us like we were an exhibit at the zoo - her whole face contorted in curiosity and amusement as loud giggles poured from her mouth and bounced through the room, almost as if to remind me how royally fucked I was.

"CLAIRE GET OUT!"

And that is how I found myself here; babysitting.

As soon as Will was off of me, he was freaking out - running his hands through his hair as if he was tyring to rip the ebony coloured threads from his scalp as he muttered something, which I could only guess to be profanities, under his breath as he paced.

I had collapsed back on the bed, covering my burning face with my hands just hoping that maybe, if possible, I could escape from this dreaded situation in ease and find myself back in my apartment in Seattle. I hadn't even been here for an hour, and already - I had robbed a child of her innocence in less then ten seconds of her seeing what I was doing to her Uncle.

I felt hands on mine, and I peeled my eyes opened as I looked at the man that supposedly loved me yet he subjected me to situations such as these. I could feel my face heat up once again as I thought of what we had actually just done, and I covered my face again - groaning painfully into my palms as I tried to think of a way to bribe the kid into not telling her mother.

That'll get me a great reputation.

I won't ever be allowed in this house again.

"How could you have let that happened!" He exclaimed, and I shot up - grabbing what was nearest to me, and ditching the pillow at his head. He caught it, and it seemed to break him out of his nervous breakdown and I shook my head.

"I didn't let anything happen," I sneered, my eyes narrowed into slits as my arms flailed around before pointing to the door. "You're the one that didn't lock the door!"

He grimaced, while he still seemingly looked appalled as he quickly went to the door, sliding the lock into it's place that will keep the door being opened again, and I let out a small noise that seemed to resemble a cat being strangled. "That won't help now!"

"I know that," He said in a quiet voice, before looking to me. "You need to go bribe her!"

I scoffed. "I am not bribing a six year old!"

He came and knelt beside of me, his hands going on my thighs and I felt my heart pick up its pace as his fingers drew small circles into my sensitive skin, and I narrowed my eyes. "I am not bribing your niece!"

The fingers went higher.

"Please," He murmured as his lips went up to graze my collar bone. "If you do, I'll buy you dark chocolate."

And that is how I found myself here - on a beach - in the cold.

Now, I wouldn't say I'm not a fan of children - I guess they're okay, but you know, they're okay at a distance. A very long, stretching distance that would enable me to be able to escape they're germs and they're little hands and they're language that they seem to make between themselves. Basically, a distance that ensures that I would never have to come in to contact with them.

Okay, so I don't really like children.

Yet I still find myself surrounded by them, and yes, I realise that in most scenarios that was due to my own actions, me being a waitress and all, but I truly never expected to go to work every other day and wish that the children that rang around the café were kept on some sort of leash, or that at least, at of common respect for every one else, that they're parents would fasten a muzzle onto their heads.

Surprisingly, children have sharp teeth.

"Are you and my Uncle Will getting married?" Claire asked as I pulled the towel out of the beach bag, placing it over the stones which looked oh-so-comfortable. I nodded, sitting down on the towel I sat out as I crossed my legs - my toes wiggling lightly as I slipped my shoes off and it seemed as son as my feet felt the frisk cool air, they seemed to want the shoes back on again as shivers ran up and down my feet, making my toes wiggle in an effort to get warm or at least produce some form of heat.

Claire cocked her head to the side, her pony tail following her as it swished. Her whole face seemed to be contorted in confusion, or curiosity, her dark eyes quizzical as if she was having an internal argument about what to ask me next. "So, is that why you were doing what you were doing?"

My head snapped up, and I felt my heart pick up as if it was convicting itself. I stopped rummaging in the beach bag for my phone as I turned back to Claire - an exasperated sigh escaping me as I felt frustration build up within my chest, only to have my inner self supress it; pushing the feelings back deep down within me so I wouldn't end up yelling at the tiny girl, and I felt my lips, as if in response to this, produce a tight smile.

"Yes," I said, trying to make my voice sound soothing and less 'I want to castrate Will for making me do this'. "When people love each other, and they are going to get married - they kiss each other and you just saw that. It's how people show each other that they love one another."

Claire's eyebrows furrowed, and her lips puckered - as if there was another question playing on her lips yet she wondered whether or not she should ask me it. I had not a doubt in my mind that if she didn't ask the question now, it was more likely that she would ask it in ten minutes, or maybe after an hour. Nevertheless, she would ask the question - whatever it was - and I would have to answer it the same way I had answered every aggravating question she had already asked me.

Usually, I'm not this, well, what's the word that most describes me at this point it time; heinously bitchy? No, I think that's a bit to lightly used, more so I'm a bit crazy in the PMS department. But, in my defence, I did drive four hours last night after work and had ended up getting lost in this small town that was named after cutlery, and then when I went to ask for directions, it seemed that the only thing that was open was a motel so I figured I would just crash there until daylight.

And then there was a rat.

So if anyone was put in that situation where an unusually large rat, and I'm talking this rat was the size of a small dog, was staring at you like you were it's food, which I know - 'it's a rat, just kick it' - yet I truly felt that this rat had devoured humans before, other travellers that had just wandered into it's grasp, and I wasn't going to stick around to see what the rat had planned for me.

"Are you going to come live down in La Push now?" She asked as I fastened her floaties on to her arm, which even though she protested that she could swim perfectly well, and that she was a 'big girl', I still fastened them to a point where she wouldn't be able to remove them herself and I shook my head in response to another one of her questions that seemed to be endless - giving her a small smile.

"No, we can't," I said, before I met her eyes. "Uncle Will has his work in Seattle, and I'm still going to school there."

Her nose shot up in a cringe as she scrunched up her entire face. "Going to school! But you're old!"

Another reason why I hate children.

I smiled, looking up her. "I'm not old - I'm only twenty!"

"That's old," She said, rebuking what I just said and she looked to the waves as she started humping on the soles of her feet. "Can I go swimming now?"

I shook my head as I squirted the white liquid that would protect her from the non-existent sun and I spread it across her face, before lathering it over her arms and legs. She continued bouncing, and I grabbed her arms to try and steady her so that I would be able to look her in the eyes. "Claire, listen, you need to stay near me and not go out too deep, do you understand?"

She nodded, before sprinting out to the water as I grabbed my phone, slipping my earphones into my ears and I sighed. Now, you might be wondering why I'm even here - visiting my fiancé and his family. To tell you the truth, I really have no idea why I'm here either but apparently, according to my considerate and ever loving husband-to-be, bonding with his family is an apparent 'essential' for the rest of our lives. I, of course, wholeheartedly disagreed with that statement but apparently my opinion doesn't matter for in the next week, I had found myself driving to the reservation of La Push, attending my future sister in laws wedding.

Will had already been down here for a week, one week on the Makah reservation actually, where he was helping his other sister and her family move to La Push. So, with that initiative, I had been left alone in our apartment for the last two weeks; deprived of company, and of sex which I normally would be unwilling to give him, yet the moment he was away it seemed like my hormones went into overdrive and needed to be satisfied or they kept me up all night watching re-runs of Everybody Loves Raymond.

The sound of the waves colliding with the earth almost in a battle snapped me out of my musings, and I looked around to where Claire was - my eyes widening as I saw no indication of Wills niece. I closed my eyes, inhaling the scent of the intoxicating pine forest as I got up from the towel that I was sitting on and my back cracked simultaneously, making me wince as I looked around for the small, black headed girl that seemed to have a fascination with wolves for that was all she talked about for the whole walk down to the beach.

"Claire?" I shouted, walking along the rocks that seemed to replace the sand and I groaned as I heard nor saw no sign of the little girl anywhere.

After walking up and down the beach for ten minutes, shouting at the top of my lungs 'Claire', I seemed to have exhausted my wind pipes as I made my way back to the place that we were seated.

And then I saw her.

With some rapists.

"CLAIRE!" I screamed, stomping up to where she was being held hostage by four monsters.

Oh, I was so dead.

They were huge and I don't really know if I could classify them in the same category as men. Maybe monsters, or maybe some sort of species of endangered bear that has a tiny a resemblances to humans? My eyes widened as I saw Claire, clad in her bright fluoro yellow floaties and striped swim suit as she sat in the arms of one of the things and my pace quickened as I thought of the all the possible situations that might occur after my confrontation with these, well, monsters.

What if these guys were rapists? What if they abducted children in floaties, just for the sake of ridding the world of floaties? What if, when they saw me, they would start running or maybe, if my luck was just right, they would try to fight me. Now, although I believe I am sort of strong - I mean, when I did mud wrestling I won against everyone I challenged but, well, If these things tried to fight me, I don't have any doubts in my mind that I would be the one that ended up in the morgue.

And what if these lunatics took Claire? What if I had to go home, and explain to Will how his beloved niece had been abducted by perverts while I listened to Justin Bieber! How would I explain to my future sister in law that I had lost her daughter?

"HEY!" I screamed, running up to them. "GET OFF OF HER!"

They turned around, and I felt my heart drop to my stomach as I saw Claire hadn't been mutilated or anything, and I quickly ran up to them. "YOU CAN'T JUST STEAL PEOPLE'S KIDS! POLICE! POLICE! HELP, THERES A RAPIST!"

I finally made my way over to them, trying to cover up my panting and I narrowed my eyes as I reached out for Claire - yet the guy holding her stepped back, a growl erupting from his chest like he was some sort of animal.

Yep, definitely some sort of sub species of bear.

"Who the hell are you!" He yelled, and the others that were with him were almost as protective as the first freak.

I felt profanities so disgusting come up my mouth like vile that I had to swallow them, at the reminder of the fact that Claire was looking at me like I was some sort of Alien. I looked at the guys that wee surrounding her, and the guy that was holding her - my face contorting in surprise and shock as I wondered what drugs they had pumped into themselves, I mean, they were just unnatural.

It had to be steroids.

"I'm her Aunt!" I screeched, reaching out to grab her from him when he stepped back again and I felt my fists clench as I narrowed my eyes. "Who in the name of fuck do you think you are!"

Claire smiled, although the steroid infused freak had covered her ears when I swore. "This is Quilly,"

Quilly?

Oh, god, he's brainwashed her!

She's goes out of my sight for two seconds, and she comes back with fucking Stockholm syndrome!

"Give me back my niece, or I will call the police and then punch you."

That seemed to send the group of men into a fit of giggles, and I felt my mouth drop open as I watched them … laugh at me. Okay, am I the only one kind of freaking out about the fact that some strangers had taken my soon to be niece? For fucks sakes, perverts are laughing at me and no one else is freaking out about this? I mean, I wasn't a criminal but shouldn't they be trying to escape with the child y now

The one that was holding her, 'Quilly', turned back to me - a goofy, almost childlike grin on his face. "Listen, I've got it."

Got it?

"What, a sexual predator title on a government website?" I asked, cocking a brow. "Give me Claire!"

"QUIL!"

Great, now some more guys are coming down to abduct Claire!

I quickly stepped forward, not wanting to delay this any longer just in case I would end up getting my ass kicked by the new guys that had decided to join our party. My hand came out to grab Claire and I grabbed her by her arm, lifting her out of his grasp and she kicked her legs in protest as I took her away from him, turning around as I carried the rather heavy six year old. "NO! I DON'T WANT TO GO! QUIL!"

I looked to Claire, putting her down as I grabbed her hand as she struggled to get away from, thrashing her arm as she tried to get out of my grasp yet she was unsuccessful in every attempt she made to escape from me. "You can't run off, Claire, do you understand? That was very, very irresponsible! How could you do that to me!" I shouted, and she made some sort of noise as I grabbed her harder - not to hurt her - but to keep a hold of her.

She started sobbing. "Stop! You're hurting me! Quilly!"

"HEY! STOP IT, CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE HURTING HER!"

I turned around to tell the abductors to fuck off, when I collided with a hand.

That was the last thing I saw until I was enveloped in darkness.

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