A/N: I had most of this written a few months ago and after adding a few pieces decided to upload it. Updates are probably not going to be quick though. Genre-wise, it also will involve crime and minor supernatural qualities. Enjoy! x

Dea Tacita - 1

"It was reported today that Inoue Orihime went missing last night and was last seen entering HYPNOSIS, a local nightclub which has recently opened in the last couple of months. This is the fifth kidnapping where all victims were last seen at this club. If you have heard or seen anything regarding Inoue's disappearance or any of the other girls, please contact the number seen on screen below. Police are also warning any females, the targeted have been between the ages of 18 and 25, to stay alert and always be in a crowd when going out. Do not accept drinks from strangers and –"

The reporter's voice was cut as the television's screen turned black. Lara didn't want to listen to the lady who had just as much make-up on as she had cleavage showing. Plans were already made for that night and she wasn't going to back out of them. One shower and blow-dry later, she stood in her room stark naked with a bunch of dresses thrown over her bed. Each one she held up to her body in front of the full length mirror didn't seem right for where she was heading. She then remembered the gift given to her on the birthday just past and took out a flat slightly unwrapped box from under her bed. Leaving her room with it on, she wanted to get out of the apartment unnoticed, but good luck never came to her often.

"Shouldn't you be a good girl and stay in? Or do you enjoying ignoring common sense?"

Lara turned to glare at the person who spoke. Her deathly look intensified when he just carried on smiling at her. She almost felt like waiting, just in case he had something else to say, but changed her mind and left immediately. Walking down the hallway and towards the elevator, she didn't see the person coming out of it and bumped directly into him. With her small frame, she was pushed backwards but never hit the ground as the man grabbed onto her before she completely fell over.

"Are you alright?"

Not speaking a word to him, she nodded her head, only making out silver strands of hair while she kept her eyes elsewhere. Getting out of his grip and not wanting to wait for the elevator, since the doors had already closed and it was ascending, she rushed to the staircase. There wasn't any point of looking back because she was probably never going to see him again, even if he lived in one of the apartments. Lara wanted to have a good time tonight and she was going to stick with her plans.

The building had huge lit up neon lettering, the word HYPNOSIS could be clearly seen from a couple of blocks away. She walked straight up to the bouncer outside the club, ignoring the long line of people who had probably been waiting all night long to try and get in. Some groaned at her, obviously frustrated that she was cutting in front of them. Giving a knowing smile to the burly man, he gave a small nod and removed the velvet rope to let her in, replacing it once she got through. Luckily he knew her, because she had forgotten any identification when leaving her apartment quickly.

Inside was much different to the sidewalk. The hip music of the age was thumping loudly and bodies were pack so closely together, stray hands were unnoticeable. Different coloured lights were swinging around the expansive room, reflecting off of the small shiny silver dress she was wearing, making the actual colour of it indistinguishable. Squeezing past everyone, she tried to make her way to a back booth which she knew would be unoccupied. It always was. Spotting it was easy when no one was in her way and soon she was sitting down, able to relax for a little while. The music didn't seem so loud over here.

Humidity filled the room. It also smelt faintly of sweat and God knows what else. She watched people moving on the dance floor, looking more like dry humping than dancing. It didn't bother her because she could tell they were enjoying it by the way their eyes were hooded. Maybe they were on something as well? Where she was sitting was the perfect place for observing. There was a clear view, when people weren't in the way, of the whole club. Few would bother coming over to her, especially since there were more accessible choices of woman.

She wanted to dance, but it would have to wait. The bar was kept busy. There probably wouldn't be a time that night where someone didn't want a drink. Keeping most of her face covered by her long dark straight hair and fringe, she looked down at her freshly manicured hands that were resting on the table, drumming in beat to the high-tempo music. Now she wanted an alcoholic beverage to keep her company for a while. As if reading her thoughts, a cocktail came into her view, being slid across the table towards her. She turned to the bar hand as he cleared his throat.

"This is from the man sitting at the bar, Miss." He motioned with his head over to the bar.

Sitting there with a wide smile and slit eyes, she saw a man with light hair raise his own drink at her. She couldn't tell what colour his hair was from where she was, but it reminded her of her dress. It didn't help that people would move in front of her view of him. When their sight was clear, she tilting her head to the side and returned the smile, just not with as much enthusiasm he had. Mouthing a 'thank you', she was confused when the man's features seemed to darken but went to take a sip of her new drink anyway.

"I wouldn't drink that if I were you."

The sound being so close made her jump. She had not expected anyone to be near her that evening and was surprised she hadn't been aware of his appearance. The man who spoke had black hair down to just below his shoulders and no eyebrows from what she could tell. He wore an eye patch over his right eye and there was a noticeable thin scar running down the other side of his face. Without saying anything she raised an eyebrow as if daring him to try and stop her. When he did nothing, the glass rim was at her lips and she drank the colourful liquid until there was nothing left.

He shook his head at her before muttering quietly that she barely heard him. "Fuck, she drank the drink."

She slid closer to him and around the corner of the booth until they were almost touching. Unless he wanted to leave, he had nowhere to go. Even though he was sitting down, she could tell he was a tall man. One of his hands was resting in the space between them and she placed her fingers lightly on it. He raised his own hairless eyebrow at her, silently questioning her action. She smiled up at him.

Who are you?

He visibly jumped and snatched his hand away from her. "What the fuck did you just do?" He stared at her, expecting an answer but she gave none.

Trying to touch him again, she reached out for his hand, but he shifted out of her way a tiny bit. Pouting at him didn't make him move any closer.

"I don't fucking know." He whispered, turning his head towards the bar so she could only see the back of it. Running a hand through his hair and his fingers getting caught a few times he muttered again. "No, I haven't even started drinking yet."

She was able to catch him unaware and her fingers felt his neck. Who are you?

Unable to move back quick enough, he grabbed onto her wrist. Holding it up and bringing her closer to him. They were breathing on each other due to the little space between them. "Speak normally."

I can't.

He pushed her away giving out a frustrated sigh and she tumbled backwards. When she was able to sit properly again, she moved to her side of the booth, noticing the man who had bought her the drink from earlier sitting there.

"Oh my, don't you know how to treat a lady right?" No one bothered answering him and he continued talking to her this time. "Since I bought your first drink, I think you should come dancing with me." He was already holding her hand and pulling her out of the booth.

"Don't go with him." The dark haired man said, but it was too late. Even if she was given the choice, she wouldn't have listened to him. "Well isn't this fucking great." She heard him muttering to himself again and for the first time wondered who he was talking to. "He has her."

A few songs later, they were still dancing amidst everyone else. Being inside the crowd of bodies, the guy back at her booth probably wasn't able to see them. Her back was against the other man's chest and his hands were loosely on her hips, curving downwards in front of her. He was a slim man and she didn't mind the idea of him looking skeletal underneath the clothing he wore. She could feel his breath against the side of her neck. While in her heels, he didn't need to bend down very far. The beginning of sweat from the humidity and closeness of all the people was starting to make her skin glisten under the lights.

"I've seen you coming in here a lot lately."

She shivered. It could've been because his breath was surprisingly cooler than the air around them, or the statement he just made. It was neither of them she decided, because he was currently kissing and nipping the exposed flesh, his lips heading towards her shoulder. She stayed silent and didn't reply.

"Not in the mood for having a conversation? That's fine by me." He turned her around and pulled her in close to him. Her arms travelled up to wrap around his neck and he leaned in as if he were going to kiss her. "How about you let me buy you some more drinks?"

She allowed him to lead her back to the bar and he lifted her up onto the barstool next to him. When he said 'some drinks', she was thinking only a couple, but it turned out to be a bunch of shots and a few more of that same cocktail from earlier. A nice buzz turned into more and she managed to get off of the stool without falling to make it back to her booth. The people weren't moving out of her way and she stumbled into a few until she could see the booth, surprised that the man was still sitting there, this time nursing a drink in his hand.

On the way over she was able to admire his hard features in her drunken state. He was good looking enough to those who would enjoy the wild and dangerous type. Feeling as she was, she would enjoy any type. He seemed a bit uncomfortable wearing the nice clothes. She could see his lips moving, but like every other time, no one was with him. Sitting next to him, she could tell he hadn't noticed her yet. She also knew that he had no way to escape unless he wanted to shimmy all around the booth to get to the other side.

Who are you talking to? She was able to touch the hand resting over his alcohol beverage and she smiled when seeing him jump again.

"Shit, stop doing that." This time he kept his hand where it was and didn't move it away from her.

Will you answer any of my questions?

"No." Making him relinquish the grip on his drink, she placed his large hand over her breast. "What are you doing?" He wasn't shocked and just seemed to be indifferent at the bold thing she just did.

Since his arm was no longer a barrier, she was able to get on him, straddling his hips. The slits on either side of her dress made it easy to move and stopped it from riding up and exposing her. She had to wiggle on his lap a bit to get into a more comfortable position, when she was satisfied she brought her face close to his. Her hands were on his chest and she could feel the muscular contours under the shirt before she placed a hand on either side of his face.

Will you now?

"No…" He managed to groan out. Reflexively his hands went to her hips and he tried to pull her down while he grinded upwards, not quite ready for the friction to stop. "Just shut up, I'm busy." He harshly whispered.

His eyes closed when she started tracing his scar and she wondered how he received it but didn't ask. Her fingers moved to each of his ears and she could feel a device of some sort in one of them. Wanting a closer look, she started gently placing kisses along his jaw, his head leaned backwards and his hair uncovered an ear piece for her to see. There must be someone on the other side who he was talking to. She could hear noise coming from the device but couldn't make out actual words.

Are you a cop?

He looked down at her. "That's none of your business."

Are you undercover?

He didn't say anything but she could see the answer to both her questions in his eyes. Suddenly becoming dizzy, she closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his chest. Whatever came over her hit instantly and she was disorientated. She figured it must've been all the drinks she had with the man at the bar. Also not having had much to eat during the day didn't help out.

I'm not feeling too well.

"Fuck. It has started taking effect." His hands were still on her and he was trying to get her to sit down beside him. "I can see him looking over here." He grunted at something that was said through the ear piece. "Fine, I'll get her out of here. Call a taxi for me. I'll be at the back entrance."

She could tell they were moving by the way people would occasionally bump into her. If she was still in the booth, none of it would've happened. Her arm didn't make it fully across his back to the other side of his waist as she tried to hold onto him. She resorted to grabbing a fist fill of his shirt to keep upright. If only she could kick off the heels she was wearing, because her feet were barely walking and it felt as if the man was just dragging her along. A blast of cold air was refreshing when they finally made it out of the club.

"Let me take her home." The man who bought her drinks had followed them outside. "I know where she lives."

"You're also a fucking stalker?" He moved her so she was on the other side of him as a taxi pulled over. "Go cry to whoever you work for, it isn't going to happen this time."

When they got into the taxi, he tried to get her to tell him where she lived, but she only shook her head at him. He gave the taxi driver his own address and after the driver gave her a worried look through the rear-view mirror, he drove to the destination. She couldn't comprehend exactly what was going on and the movement of the car wasn't getting along with her stomach and she tried holding it to make the sick feeling go away. With nothing else to do, she rested her head against his arm and fell asleep.

She woke up, feeling groggy, and knew something wasn't right. Not being able to remember much of what happened, she tried to get up but felt herself being held down. Hands were on her and she could feel them taking off her clothes. This wasn't something she wanted right now and began struggling against whoever it was. Although she tried to push the hands away, it wasn't working because she wasn't strong enough. The garment she was wearing came off and she struggled one more time but got the same results.

Don't…

The hands left her and she thought her single word protest worked. Feeling overly tired as if she hadn't slept in days, her eyes closed and she fell into a slumber once again.

The silver haired man entered his apartment early in the morning, it was still dark outside and everything was quiet. He was dreading the phone call he had to make and put it off by showering first. Opening up a packet of dried persimmons from his kitchen, he took out his cell phone and stared at the device for a few minutes. When he had his contacts list up, the first name was the one he needed. Pressing the call button, he waited.

Someone picked up on the other end after the fifth ring. They didn't say anything, so he started. "She is with the cop."

"Well, Gin…" There was a chuckle heard through the phone. "We're just going to need to take her back from him."