Here again. With yet another short fic. It's not a one shot. I'm guessing there's going to be no more than 6 parts to this. Reviews are greatly appreciated, I'm still unsure of this fiction, so your input is way wanted. :)
Thank you,
Sam
xo

Crowded.

Part One

"It's my turn."

"She didn't count, this one's different."

"I'm the eldest; I decided it's mine."

'Bushes don't talk' The first thought emerged from Amy Fraser's mind as she awoke, becoming slowly aware of the small clearing she was sprawled out in. Small throbs of pain from the back of her head thumped the vague memory of a blow to the head that had knocked the teen off her feet. She'd stumbled precariously off the foot path and had eventually fallen amongst the privet bushes, that had, up 'til now, been conversing with each other while the girl stirred in to a state of consciousness.

"Why don't we just share?"

There was silence after one of the voices spoke, before the sound of a palm slapping a cheek resounded and bounced around the confines of Amy's numbingly painful skull. She sat up, unfocused, eyes blurred with an unnatural confusion. There was a sharp hiss from one of the three voices, and there was an immediate silence that engulfed the small area where she'd landed so unceremoniously.

'Bushes don't talk' She persisted with her thoughts on a loop, just a reminder for her sanity to take note of as she attempted to stand. This task in itself, seemed near impossible when she found there was no feeling from her waist downwards. Her fists, now balled with a previously dormant panic, pummelled furiously into her legs. Yet, as the skin reddened, still she found she couldn't suffer the pain that was supposed to be there. There was nothing to feel. Simply nothing.

"That will hurt soon." A soft and male whisper enveloped itself around her from behind, a cold hand curling its way around her wrist, effortlessly pulling it away from her unfeeling lap despite the fact she was using every effort within her to stop the action. A shiver ran down her spine, and with eyes closed tightly she felt herself lift from the soft grass that had cushioned her and being slung into a hard cold grip, only understanding they were arms when she felt fingers nestle under her thighs and arm.

Amy wondered whether she was actually being moved. She felt no jostle of walking underneath her, yet she could clearly feel the air rushing past her body, curling further in to the hardened torso that bore no warmth or comfort with it. Eyelids fluttered lethargically and were stunned by the light filling them. A pair of eyes bore in to her own, and she felt compelled to look away under the intimidating gaze.

"You woke her up."

"I did not."

"You did, too."

"Danny, be quiet, you'll rouse her."

"Danny be this, Danny be that. I would have been better carrying her."

"I said-"

"Be quiet, yes I heard."

There was a grunt and then silence again as she was lifted once more, placed quite carefully on to a large soft area; a large double bed. Amy turned her upper half immediately from her captors, unable to make sense of the situation she found herself in. The room was dark, the curtains were all drawn, and there was not much in the room to focus on in the first place.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Can I have her?"

"Certainly not."

"But, Harry. I want her."

"No."

"I'll tell Tom, you're being selfish again."

Another grunt, and more silence. Amy was becoming restless, hearing the voices, but not seeing their original source. Frustrated, she turned again, looking up at the two pairs of eyes staring down at her, as if waiting for this action. Her eyes adjusted slowly, finding that both men were of the most attractive she'd laid eyes on. Both shockingly pale, similar, yet completely different. The sight confused her.