A/N: This story is placed under the rating "M" due to the content of the next chapters to follow
The Sacred Queen Caitlin
He watched her leave the apartment and the hanger. He'd lost track of how many times he'd actually done this. It had been months since he had started. She was perfect, and exactly what they wanted. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She was of medium build, slender, with strawberry red hair that glinted more red in the sun. Her skin was pale and smooth, and her eyes were large, blue pools that called to him. So beautiful. So innocent. He wanted to look into them. She didn't have the slightest idea of what he was planning. He'd never approached her in all the weeks he had been watching. She had no idea of his existence. He could have any woman he wanted but he wanted her and yet he could not.
"Hey String, Bluestone just called," Cait said."The films are ready,"
"Do you want me to go?"
"I'll go, I could use a break from being stuck in the office," Cait said. "Dom, is like a kid with paperwork,"
"How bad did he mess it up this time?"
"Let's say this isn't his worse," Cait said. "Why did I bother trying to create a filing system,"
"Cait, you should know by now that he's too set in his ways,"
"Yeah, but I try to be optimistic," Cait said. "I better get going before they close for lunch,"
"Cait, you don't have to rush back," Hawke said. "Go relax for a bit, I'll hold down the fort,"
"Thanks String," Cait said. "Do you want me to bring you anything back?"
"No, I'm good," Hawke said as he walked with her towards the hanger door.
As Cait headed out of the hanger She passed a white van, windows tinted almost black, and she sensed someone behind her. It happened with terrifying swiftness. The man lifted her off her feet just as the van door opened on her left; very strong, he handled her easily. A hand covered her mouth before the scream could form. Her car keys jangled as they hit the ground. The man spun her into the opened door just as she began to struggle and kick. His arm was a band of iron across her body. Other hands grabbed her from inside the van and pinned her to the floor.
"HAWKE! HELP! " Cait managed to wry away her mouth long enough to scream.
Hawke instantly turned and headed out to see Caitlin in the van. Hawke bolted towards the van engaging in fight to save her, throwing a few punches with the man Hawke was knocked out by surprise from an unexpected second hand.
"Take him," A voice said.
"We don't need him, only the woman," Another voice said.
"He's seen us," The other voice said. "We can't let him go to the authorities,"
Holding her face down against the carpet the man straddled her, his hand clenched in her hair. Her arms were locked to her side. She tried to struggle or squirm loose but he overpowered her, holding her helpless. It was hard to even breathe. More hands held her ankles together as she tried to kick free. The door slammed loudly and the van began moving.
Before she could cry out or even draw a breath the man on top of her pulled her head up and pressed a foul-smelling cloth against her mouth and nose. The fumes made her want to gag, and she fought not to breathe. The man continued to hold the cloth tightly against her mouth. She bucked frantically, pinned beneath his weight. The pressure of the rag on her face was unyielding; she was completely helpless. Cait tried to twist her head but was held firmly in place.
Finally, the pressure in her chest mounting, her lungs begging for air, she was forced to draw a deep, ragged breath. The nauseous fumes swirled through her head and she fought the wave of blackness. The man continued to hold the cloth over her face, his grip uncompromising. Another breath and she felt herself go completely limp, she was slipping over the edge into blackness, she couldn't fight it any longer….
Four hours later...
"Michael, something's happened to String and Cait!" Dominic shouted into the phone. "They're gone!"
"What do you mean gone?!"
"I came back to the hanger and they're not here!" Dominic said. "It wasn't closed down!"
"Maybe they went to grab a bite to eat at the food truck," Michael said.
"Michael, those two birds do not eat food truck!" Dominic shouted. "I'm telling you something's happened to them!"
"Alright, just stay there," Michael said. "I and my team will be there,"
Caitlin struggled for consciousness, swimming from a great depth trying to reach the surface. As she shifted position, she realized she was completely naked; there was a rough surface along her back and legs, and something cold about her right ankle.
With sudden clarity she remembered the van, and the men, and Hawke, she snapped awake. Her head throbbed with a dull ache. Quickly she looked around the room seeing that she was in what appeared to be jail like cell. The something cold around her ankle was a shackle it was locked to the frame of the bed with a small padlock.
"Caitlin? are you all right?" Hawke asked with frantic concern.
Hawke in an adjoining cell rushed over to the bars that separated the two friends.
Sitting naked in front of Hawke, with only a blanket covering her, chained to the bed, she felt small, and vulnerable. Caitlin coiled herself into a tight ball.
"Oh god! what's going on?!" Caitlin cried. "Did they?..."
"No, they didn't," Hawke reassured her. "Only undressed you,"
"How come you're not?"
"I don't know," Hawke said. "I know they want you, not me,"
"How do you know?"
"Just before I passed out I heard them talking," Hawke said. "I got in the way,"
"Who and why.."Caitlin said.
"I can answer those for you," A masked man wearing a red hooded cloak said as he appeared from the doorway."Well, the why part to be more exact,"
Caitlin shivered at the sight of the masked hooded figure flanked by the same two men that grabbed both her and Hawke.
"Why?" Hawke demand.
"Because, she's perfect," The mysterious man said.
"What do you mean?!" Hawke said. "What do you want with her?!"
"Her red hair, porcelain skin and delicate bone structure and her eyes the perfect shade of blue," The masked man said. "She is exactly what we've been looking for,"
"For what?!" Caitlin exclaimed.
"My sacred Queen," The mysterious man claimed. "It's mating season,"
The figure summoned the guards to open the door. A tall muscular man in a black hooded robe stepped through the door, taking his place next to the mysterious figure. The man pulled back his hood revealing his face and eyes that were hungrily undressing Caitlin.
"Oh god!" Caitlin cried out stumbling to the back wall of her cell.
"I've been watching you for months now, Miss O'Shanussey," The masked man said. "I've waited a long time to gaze into those eyes and it was worth the wait,"
"What do you mean by we?" Hawke asked.
"There can't be a show without an audience,"
"No, you can't!" Hawke yelled. "Leave her alone!"
"Prepare her," The masked man said summoning the guards to retrieve her. Quickly entering the cell the two men unshackled her dragging her out. Her blanket dropped to the floor exposing her for all to see.
"LET GO OF ME!" she cried as she struggled to break free.
"Wait! let me be the one," Hawke shouted.
"Hawke, no," Caitlin cried out.
The mysterious man stopped turning to Hawke. "Why?"
"Your not going to see passion if she goes with him," Hawke said. "You can't have a good show without it,"
"I sense there's more to this than the theatrics," The cloaked figure said. "I think it's much more, tell me and don't lie. I've seen something interesting while I watched her over the last few months. I know what your hiding from her, it's a pity she doesn't know,"
"I love her," Hawke said looking over to Caitlin. Her eyes shifted from fear to shock
"Yes, Caitlin dear he is telling the truth." The man said."You never saw the glances of longing and the look of hurt when you would leave for the company of another man. You hid it well Mr. Hawke to those around you but when you thought no one was looking or alone, the facade fell. From a distance I watched the two of you play a waltz to each others feelings,"
"The both of you will produce a beautiful child," The masked man said. "Prepare him as well,"