Chapter Title: Property of Bumblebee
Author: BlueLunacy7
Chapter Warnings: bad language, dark (I think) creepiness, torture, character death.
Pairings: Sam/Bee
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or any quotes or lyrics, or song titles in any way, shape, or form. Basically, nothing you recognize is mine.
This a collection of short one-shots of how Sam and Bee meet through alternate universes. Chap 2: Property of Bumblebee
Chapter 2: Property of Bumblebee
Love is often gentle, desire always a rage. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966
Sam stared at the computer screen, not really seeing it. The glowing screen was the only source of light in the darken room and the brightness hurt his eyes but he dared not turn on the overhead light. His parents would know he was up then and would want to why he was still awake, just as they wanted to know why he covered his window with a thick blanket or why he threw his webcam away.
He couldn't tell them that even now, in his darken room; he felt the eyes of his watcher upon him.
It had started out simply enough. He began receiving bouquets of flowers with a single unsigned note that told the symbolism of the flowers and simply stated to: Sam.
The first bouquet were purple roses: love at first sight
The second bouquet were bellflowers: Thinking of you
The fourth bouquet were red carnations: My heart aches for you
The fifth bouquet were Mallows: Consumed by love
The sixth bouquet were Pink Camellias: Longing for you
The seventh bouquet were Jonquils: Return my affection
His mother teased him about having a secret admirer and his father teasingly informed him that the man was supposed to send flowers. Sam couldn't help but be flattered by all the flowers, even if was a little strange.
The flowers had stopped but now he was getting gifts that were just appearing in his room. Some were clearly expensive, such as a new computer, iPod and various clothing with top fashion bandings on them. Some were odd such as cosmetics and nail polish. Some were downright creepy: ball-gags, collars, wrist/ankle restraints and various sex toys along with the Sleeping Beauty trilogy by A. N. Roquelaure.
It was disturbing, the idea that someone was coming into his room without him knowing it and leaving things. His parents called the police but they had told him there was nothing they could do. But there was now a police car patrolling the area now, which was distant comfort.
But he had overheard his parents wondering what he had done to deserve this.
The internet window he was looking at closed suddenly. He wasn't surprised anymore as new windows began to pop up without his input with titles such as The Beauty Of Tight Bondage, Scarification, Naughty Boys Get Spanked, Electrostimulation, The Peep Show, Dominance And Submission. It was the reason the webcam was now safety in the trash can, after he had been changing one day and couldn't decide which shirt to wear. He had gotten a message pop up telling him to wear the yellow shirt because it brought out the green in his eyes.
Sam pulled the cord out of the wall, plunging the room into darkness. Rubbing his eyes, he sighed, he was so tired but he dared not sleep.
Sleep brought dreams, vivid dreams of a boy his own age in his room, holding him down, tormenting him teasing touches, a boy that vanished when Sam called for his parents.
He was losing his mind.
His cell phone rang loudly in the quiet house. After a moment of hesitation, Sam picked up the phone, bracing for the throaty voice of a phone sex operator.
"Sam?" A familiar voice asked on the phone.
"Mikaela? Hey what's up?" He replied confused as to why she was calling him, they had been lad partners for a weeks but that was all.
"Could you come get me? Trent's being an ass and I don't have another ride home."
"Sure. No problem." Once he got the address from Mikaela and hung up the phone, he quietly crept out of the house after leaving a note for his parents.
Outside, Sam checked his camaro over as was his habit now in case it had been messed with. Seeing nothing out of place, he slid into driver's seat and started it up. The radio clicked on loudly but thankfully not loud enough to wake his parents.
"…I wanna fuck you like an animal…I wanna feel you from the inside…." Poured from the radio, "…I wanna fuck you like an animal…"
After trying to turn it off and having it only get louder, Sam gave up. He was used to the radio being weird. A while later, Sam pulled up to the curb where Mikaela was sitting in front of a house were a party was taking place.
"I'm sorry, calling so late Sam." She said with a smile as she got in.
"No problem. I don't mind." Sam replied as he pulled away from the curb. An awkward silence fell between them
"You are really sweet guy, Sam." She said suddenly, placing a hand on his arm.
"…Keep your hands to yourself….Keep your mind to yourself….Keep your breath to yourself…"
"Thanks…you're nice too."
"I mean really sweet."
The seatbelt tighten almost painfully, pinning them to their seats. "What the hell?"
The camaro suddenly accelerated with a squeal of tires, almost flying down the road down the road, going seventy, eighty, ninety miles an hour.
"What are you doing Sam!"
"I'm not doing anything!"
Music blasted from the radio almost too loud to understand, "…Slit ya throat to the meat, bitch…"
Amid dilapidated factories and warehouses, the camaro turned sharply while releasing the seatbelts and open its doors, fling both Sam and Mikaela out in heap. Then it transformed. As they watched, the camaro unfolded with a musical sound into a huge yellow bipedal shape… a gigantic robot with cold blue eyes.
"Oh my god!"
"Run!"
They didn't get very far. The robot simply picked them up, one in each hand. With surprising gentleness, it placed Sam on the skeleton of a half finished building and turned its attention back to Mikaela.
For the rest of his life, Sam would remember her screams for mercy. He would remember her begging for death; her voice hoarse from screaming as robot slowly, oh so slowly tore her to pieces. By the time it killed her, she didn't look human, didn't look like she had ever been human. Carelessly, the robot tossed away the lump of flesh that had once been Mikaela and reached for Sam.
With his heart pounding his chest and skin slick with sweat, Sam tried to get away by jumping off the building, but those huge, blood covered hands caught him. As one of those huge hands held him in tight but gentle grip, one of the fingers gently titled his face up to look in the robot's glowing blue eyes.
The robot's staticy voice asked, "Who do you belong to, Sweets?"
Wanting to survive, Sam gave the only answer he could, "You…. I belong to you."
"Good boy." The robots nodded in satisfaction.
Sam whimpered and cried as the robot carefully, slowly carved symbols into his flesh, symbols he would later learn read: Property of Bumblebee.
Songs in this chapter:
Nine Inch Nails: Fuck You Like An Animal Lyrics
Hootie & The Blowfish: Let It Breathe
Brooke Valentine: Girlfight (Remix)
Author notes:
Uhhh…yeah.
I blame Tori-chan (aka: GemiDonnie) for this.
She wanted evil Autobots and dark Bee.
Well, Bee is an Autobot and he is dark, thought now that I think about, I doubt this is what she meant….But she also wanted dark Bee to switch sides to the good 'cons and then having him meet Sam, which didn't happen here…
Do I get points for trying?
Stripperella: They're both author error and the nibbling of FFN. Thank for pointing them out to me.
(Blush) thank you so much for the compliment.
Yeah I caught that too. I was kind of hoping I could just gloss that over.
Thank to everyone who read and reviewed.
