Okay, here is the promised chapter three. Like it says in the summary: WARNING...This chapter has violence and an agressive sexual situation. this is the pinacle of the story, so please remember that!

CHAPTER THREE

Thierry was late returning home. He stopped by a couple of places, first. He checked in with a couple of other Circle Daybreak members, who stayed to themselves. He informed them of the council's session, and that while he cleared most of them, there could still be questions.

Then, he decided to stop by a street flower cart. He wanted to get Sara something, to apologize for being so late.

By the time he reached home, he knew she would have fallen asleep. Nilsson pulled up to the front of the house and let Thierry out. Nilsson drove away, to the nearby hotel, where the other members who stayed at the masion, were holing up for the night. The hotel was run by a fellow Circle member, so they were safe and together. The hotel was closed just for them, so that they could give Thierry and Sara a night of privacy.

Thierry sighed tiredly, and walked in the house, locking the door behind him. The house was dark and quiet. He took off his jacket and hung it over a chair, sitting his bag on the floor. He started towards the stairs, when he noticed a lit candle and a note on a table in the living room. He walked to the room and took the note reading it.

Thierry,

I have a surprise for you.

Go into the den and help yourself.

I'll be down shortly.

Love, Sara.

Thierry smiled to himself. He knew it. He knew Sara would have another seduction scene awaiting his return. It pleased him that she desired to him enough, to want to satisfy him so eagerly. He started towards the den and paused.

She might be asleep by now, though, he thought.

After all, he was late. He told Sara he'd be home sooner. He shrugged and continued to the den, deciding he'd 'call' to her, telepathically. He'd wake her up that way. Then, she could go ahead with her sedution. He reached the den and saw that at the bar, a bottle and a vial of crimson fluid awaited him. He realized the vial was a shot of vodka, with some of her blood mixed in. He sighed.

It's been too long, since I've had a drink, he thought, I hadn't really been out much lately.. Maybe that's what she's telling me. I should take her out sometime.

He took the vial first and shot it, quickly. The familiar burn rose in his chest. It had been way too long. He then took the bottle and read it. The Rum orf'd Dyoniscous. He shrugged and uncorked it, and drank straight from the bottle, gulping deeply.

Damn, this is good.

He drank half the bottle. He had to admit, while he was no drunk, he liked to occasionally get a good buzz going. And, it most certainly enhanced the pleasure of sex. He turned, quickly, remembering that he hadn't called to Sara. He stood, and suddenly felt something..wrong.

His vision started to blur, and he felt as if he couldn't catch his breath.

What the hell..?

Sunddenly, a pain shot through his head.

"Ahhh..!" he yelled out, gasping.

The pain covered his whole head, worse than a migrane. His skull felt like it was on fire, and he doubled over in pain. As he fell, dark smoke started coiling out of the bottle. The liquid was still there, but the smoke flowed. It floated towards Thierry, and started shooting into him, covering his head. Thierry was on his knees, clutching his head, as they smoke melded into him.

Sara..! he screamed, mentally.

Then, he collapsed on the floor.

Sara jolted out of a deep sleep. She could swear she just heard Thierry screaming her name.

Was I dreaming?

She checked the clock. 4 a.m.

Dammit, I fell asleep!

She scanned the room and saw no signs that Thierry had returned. He should have been home way before now. She felt worried and grabbed her phone. She had one message. It was from Nilsson, letting her know he just dropped Thierry off. She frowned.

So, then where is he?

She scrolled down the message and saw the message was sent three hours ago.

Now, she panicked. She was all alone in her room, and Thierry should have been there. She got out of bed, grabbed a silky robe and covered her exotic lingerie. No one else was in the house, but still she felt..exposed. She started down the stairs, trying to reach out to Thierry with her mind. She reached the foyer and looked around.

Her eyes landed on Thierry's suitcase sitting by the catch-all, and his jacket hung over a chair.

Where'd he go?

She heard the clatter of a glass and hurried towards the den, where noise came from. He probably proceeded there and fell asleep, or something. But, she was wrong.

She walked down the hall, approaching the den. When she entered she saw Thierry, slumped over on the bar. The vial she left was on the floor, and the wine bottle was in his hands.

"Thierry?" she questioned, cautiously.

He lifted his head slightly, but didn't face her. She stepped closer to him, and reached out a hand.

"Thierry?"

Suddenly, he raised his head quickly and gripped the bottle tighter. He brought it to his mouth and chugged. He slammed it down with a loud thud. Then, rose of the stool and finally faced her.

Sara gasped and jumped back. Thierry's eyes were pure silver and darkened. His face was in an angry glare, and looked threatening. His canines were extended into fangs. She backed up a couple more steps.

"What do you want?" he growled out, through clenched teeth.

Sara just stared for a moment, then blinked.

"Um, are you..okay?"

"Okay? Am I okay?" he repeated.

Sara didn't answer and lowered her gaze to the floor.

"You mean, am I okay since you tricked me into thinking you were my soulmate?"

Sara snapped her head back up and frowned at him in confusion.

"What? What are you-?" she started, but he cut her off.

"Since you tricked me into falling in love with you?" he asked.

He started walking towards her menacingly, making her back away.

"Is that what you mean by okay? That, you tricked me into marrying you?"

"Thierry-"

"That's all it was. That's all you are is a trick. You put a spell on me, haven't you? You charmed me into thinking you were my soulmate! Didn't you? Didn't you?!"

Sara was so confused, then hurt.

How can he say these things to me? Does he really believe that?

Thierry kept stalking towards her, backing her into a wall.

"Thierry, stop! You're scaring me! Stop!"

He gave a cynical laugh, "Oh, I'm scaring you? You should be! Imposing yourself into my life..and my heart. Did you think I wouldn't figure it out? Did you think I was an idiot?"

Sara smelled the alcohol coming off him, and bit her lip. She glanced at the bottle on the bar, and saw it was damn near empty. Thierry followed her gaze and turned. He saw she was looking at the bottle and smirked.

"Yeah, I drank it all. I like to drink sometimes, you know? Not that it's any concern of yours."

He moved, just enough, that she could slip away from the wall he pinned her to. She moved quickly, and started moving towards his office. It had a lock and then she could call for help.

"It's none of your concern." he repeated.

He turned back to face the wall and saw she moved away.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going, huh?" he roared.

He moved to get in her face again. Sara tried to hurry and stumbled. It slowed her down, and gave Thierry the oppurtunity to catch her. He roughly grabbed her arm, and pulled her towards him again.

"Thierry, stop! You're drunk! I'm not going to stand here, and listen while you talk crazy!"

That made Thierry give another hard laugh.

"I'm drunk, am I? You're not gonna listen? Oh, I think you are! You want me to stop? Huh? You want me to stop?" he yelled out and started tugging her towards his office.

Sara struggled under his hold, and tried to fight him off. He was too strong and eventually pulled her in his office and shut the door, locking it. Sara stared at him in horror.

What is wrong with him? Why is he acting like this? If this is how he acts when he's drunk, I'd rather he didn't drink at all.

"Thierry! Stop! Let me go!" she cried out.

He held tightly to her wrist, and kept tugging her forwards. He was heading towards her darkroom.

"Come on! You want me to stop, right? Well, I'll stop it. I'll put a stop to everything you're trying to pull on me!"

She kept struggling against him and crying out for him to stop. His grip was strong and tight.

He threw open the door to the darkroom and pulled her forwards, thrusting her in the room, first. She stumbled in from the force of him shoving her. He was right behind her. He grabbed her again, pulling her up. He grabbed her face roughly, and jerked her head up. He directed her attention to the photos, of him and herself, hanging on the lines above her.

"Is this how you did it? Huh? Is this how you cast your evil spell? You cast a love spell by capturing images of me, right?" he yelled, angrily.

Tears were starting to stream out of her eyes. Thierry was being so brutal and cruel. She didn't know what to think or do or say. She just shook her head.

"No! Thierry, please stop! You're hurting me!"

He laughed again. He shoved her down to the floor, and moved away from her. He reached for the photos on the lines, and started pulling them down. He pulled them of the line and ripped them, then continued.

"No! Thierry! Stop, please!" she cried out.

She got up and tried to stop him, but he brushed past her and continued his rampage. He even attacked her stacks of boxes, that held pictures and blank paper. Sara kept following him and calling for him to stop. He'd shove her away and continue his destruction. He had finally thrown the last box across the floor, scattering the contents everywhere. Sara fell to her knees and sobbed, looking at all the pictures, now on the floor. Suddenly, Thierry snatched her camera and smashed it to pieces.

Sara turned at the noise, and called out again again. She rushed to where he stood, and tried to gather the camera's pieces together.

"Thierry! What is wrong with you?" she sniffled out.

Thierry snatched her up again, and shoved her back towards his office.

"It's over! I don't want you here! I want you out! You're never gonna use me again!"

Sara turned to him and gasped.

"Get out! And, don't ever come back!" Thierry shouted again.

"Thierry..what..I..thought..you loved..me..I..You..said.." she stuttered, her chest heaving with hard sobs.

Thierry sneered at her, enraged.

"You thought wrong!"

Sara sobbed harder and lowered her head. Thierry went around her and left the office. She could hear him heading back to the den. She heard the clang of glass. He was getting another drink, or possibly the same bottle. She didn't know. She looked back towards the darkroom. It was a mess, like a hurricane stormed through it.

She walked back into it, slowly. She stepped a couple feet inside and kneeled down. She ran her hands over the torn scraps and pieces of camera. She couldn't believe Thierry, her Thierry, had done this. Thierry, who was always so calm and collected, and never quick to lose his temper, had destroyed her work. Their memories.

Still sobbing, she started to gather up what she could and gather the mess together.

But, Thierry returned and growled in anger.

"You're still here? Didn't I say to leave?"

He threw the bottle he had at the wall, smashing it to pieces. He came towards her quicker, than she could react.

"Thierry-"

She was cut off, by Thierry jerking her up from the floor, and shoving her out of the room once again. This time he shoved her hard and she stumbled into his desk. She cried out in pain, as the wood made contact with her body. Thierry slid the door of the darkroom with such force, that it slammed shut with a shudder.

"Thierry, please..Stop! You..you're drunk! Just go to bed and-!"

She was cut off again, by Thierry rushing to her. He was milimeters from her face. She thought maybe she could reason with him. She tried to cup his face in her hands. She could have used her powers, but she refused. She didn't want to hurt him, he was just inhibited by the alcohol.

Thierry saw her hands come up, and slapped them away. He suddenly turned her, and bent her over his desk. She was thrown over it so roughly, that she had to brace her arms quickly, so she wouldn't smash her face into the wood. When she did this, she accidently knocked over something and pens, pencils, paper clips and tacks fell to the floor.

Thierry held her body down to the desk, with one hand. His other hand went to work on his pants. He spoke, while doing this, and what he said terrified her.

"Go to bed, huh? That's it! That's how you did it! It wasn't the pictures. You used your body! You used sex, as a way to entice me and seduce me. You used sex, as a way to cast a spell on me, didn't you? Didn't you?"

He ranted and raved, not giving her time to answer. He had his pants down and now he was pushing her robe aside, and ripping at her pink silk negligee. She heard ripping and tearing, the realization hit her like ice water. He was going to force himself on her.

"That's what you did! That's how you want it! You want to use your body, as a weapon? Well, let me show you what I think of that! You want to use sex, as a tool? I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you the way you deserve!"

She felt her heart thumping so hard, it felt as if it would burst out of her chest. She had to act fast. She started struggling against him, trying to fight him off. Thierry then grabbed both her attacking arms, crossed them at the wrists and held them down in front of her, over on the desk. She was defenseless now. She couldn't move, even her legs, cause he now had himself in between them, and the were spread apart.

Without warning, Thierry forced himself into her. Sara screamed out at the roughess, and the way he started thrusting into her. She could do nothing, but lay still and sob. Her tears fell to the desk under her, and short groans escaped her, as Thierry took her.

"Thier-Thierry..st-stop.." she sobbed.

Suddenly, Thierry pulled back and released her wrists. But, he still held her arms tightly, and he jerked her up from the desk. Sara tried to struggle against him again, but he was so much stronger than her. He moved her towards the couch, shoving her so roughly, that she kept tripping. He would growl and yell at her to move and get up. He pushed her onto the couch, and she fell onto it with a thud. He drew back for a split second, and that gave her the oppurtunity she needed. She brought her knee up and pushed into his stomach. She shoved, with all her might, and Thierry stumbled back.

That gave her a small window of chance. She rolled off the couch, to the floor, and crawled on her belly. But, she just wasn't fast enough. Thierry was suddenly on her again, grabbing for her, pulling her to him. Every inch she pulled away from him, he jerked her back twice as much. Finally, her arms were too weak to resist anymore. They went limp and her body succumbed to Thierry's pull. He slid her to him and lay over her again.

She tried catching his face again, to make him focus, but he countered her. He once again clamped her wrists together, and pinned them above her head. He pushed her thighs apart, and shoved himself into her a second time.

"No-o-o.." she cried out at the adruptness.

Thierry once again was plowing into her, pounding against her. She felt her insides tear, at his rough force. She knew, she was bleeding from the roughness he used on her. He pushed into her and thrusted harder, deeper. Sara could only close her eyes and wait for it to be over, all while tears poured down her face. Thierry suddenly nuzzled her neck, then bit her throat and drank from her. She knew when he was getting close to climaxing, for he threw his head back and growled.

Thierry's body jerked, with the spams, and he moved slower and slower, as they faded. When she faced him, and despite that he drank from her, his eyes were still silver and dark. His face was even darker and still angry. He looked at her with disgust and..hate. She closed her eyes and lay still. He finally rose from her and stood, pulling his pants up and stared at her.

"Worthless witch," he spewed out, with cynicism, "Get out." he said in the same tone and just as calmly.

He then turned and walked out, not hesitating or saying another word. Sara stared after him, her face shocked at what he just said, and done. She couldn't cry anymore. She felt numb and detached. She moved slightly, and felt the soreness starting to set in.

Slowly, she sat up and her chest heaved. She had the need to cry, but her eyes were all cried out. She rose painfully and slowly. She stood and looked down at herself. She knew it, she knew she would be bleeding. Her thighs were spattered with blood, and her negligee was torn to scraps. She couldn't believe what just happened. She couldn't believe it, but it did. It happened, the evidence was clear and present.

She needed to clean herself. But, the thought of going anywhere near the stairs frightened her. She couldn't face Thierry. His last words echoed through her mind.

Worthless witch..get out..

She felt it best, that she heed his warning, and just go. She didn't know where or how, she just had to go.

Just then, something in her suddenly broke, and she lost her confidence and self-esteem. She felt hollow and empty, just like a shell.

As if in a trance or dreaming in slow-motion, she went to his desk and found a small notepad, that still sat on the desktop. She picked up a pen from the floor, then shakily she wrote a goodbye note. She doubt, by now, he wouldn't care, or would even bother to read it. But, she left it anyway. She set it on his desk and walked to the foyer. She stopped at the rack by the catch-all and searched. She didn't dare attempt to go to a bathroom, or get her clothes. She was honestly scared.

Besides, they were from Thierry and he probably wouldn't let me, she thought sadly.

So, hopefully, she could at least cover up well enough to get somewhere, find clothes and a place to stay. She saw Thierry's coat, but she didn't risk taking his things. She spotted another long coat, that belonged to Lily. She took that one and gingerly pulled it on. It would serve it's purpose, as it covered her down to her calves.

She found some pull-on boots, that she'd left on the bench-rack and put them on. She then grabbed her purse, and pulled out her wallet. It all belonged to Thierry, since he bought everything for her, so she didn't think she should take anything with her that he'd bought.

So, she pulled out her driver's license, student I.D. card and all the money she had. The money she earned from taking pictures, so that belonged to her. She counted it out. She had fifty-five hundred dollars. It was enough to last her a few days. She also had her debit card for her bank account. She still had fifty-thousand dollars in it, from her parents estate. She never really spent her own money, because Thierry bought her everything, and he gave her his credit cards casually. But, she should be okay for awhile, long enough to find a job.

She stuck everything in the inside pocket of the jacket. She took her keys off the hook, and started walking towards the door. She took a couple of steps and reached her hand up to her breasts.

The golden locket, that Thierry bought her a year and a half ago, still hung from her neck. She pulled gently, but firmly, and it broke free of her neck. She let her hand drop slowly, and the locket and chain fell behind her. She kept walking and she took her left hand into her right, and tugged off her wedding band. She let it fall the same way as the necklace, followed by her engagement ring.

She pulled the door open and stepped out into the night. It was a cold night, weather befitting the situation, and her mood. The sky was dark and the moon was hidden by overcast, no stars were visible either. She closed the door, but in her trance-like state, she didn't realize, it didn't latch. It popped back open slightly. But, Sara was oblivious.

She walked down the drive, looking for her car. Luckily, her car was at the front, from when she made her trip to the store. That, and everyone else was at the hotel. She got in her car and hesitated. She could feel her chest tighten, and her throat sore, from the sobs she was holding back. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was decent enough, her face was unmarked. Thierry didn't hit her, or hurt her that way. But, one could see that she'd been crying. She could pass it off as tiredness, saying she had been traveling and needed sleep.

With one last look at the darkened mansion, she started her car and drove. She didn't know where she was going, she just went. She found herself heading towards the city. She shrugged.

No better place to hide, than in downtown Las Vegas.

Besides, there were plenty other hotels where she could stay, and the other Daybreakers wouldn't find her. She didn't know how she managed to drive, in the state she was in, but she did. She drove, until she was an adequate distance, from where the Circle was staying. She pulled in, parked and checked herself again. She was decent enough to pass without suspicion. She got out, stuck her keys in her pocket and counted out some money.

She didn't want to pull out so much in front of a crowd of people. Anyone could get jumped for that. She combed a hand through her hair, and walked into the hotel lobby. She talked to the concierge and paid for a room. While he went about setting up a card key, she glanced around and saw a souvenier shop. It just happened to have clothes. She sighed, with relief, and went to buy a set of clothes, while the man was setting up her room.

She was able to find a few shirts and shorts. She found some white tennis shoes and toiletries. While they didn't have undergarments, she decided she could use a bikini set for the time being. She bought a black set and a blue set. This was enough to last her a couple of days.

Just then, the concierge came to let her know her room was ready, and handed her the card key. She thanked him and he eyed the merchandise. She made up an excuse that her luggage was lost at the airport. The kind man smiled, understandably. He sympathized with her, and gave her a discount on the clothing. Sara just thanked him softly and gave a slight smile. She went up to her room and let herself in.

Shutting the door behind her, she looked around. The room was small and impersonal, but it was cozy. She went to the bed and laid her bags on it. She pulled out what she needed, and headed for the small bathroom. Gently, she pulled of her torn scraps and let them fall to the floor. She started a shower, making it as hot as she could bear. Standing under the flowing hot stream, she finally broke. She cried so hard her chest ached, but the flow of tears just wouldn't stop. She leaned against the tile behind her, and slid to the floor of the shower stall, drawing her knees up and hugging them.

After everything, all of it, that she and Thierry had been through, this was how it ended. She blamed herself, it was her own doing. She caused this.

If only I hadn't been practicing my powers behind his back. That's what caused this. He couldn't forgive me for such deception. No matter what I did, or how hard I tried, to make it up to him. He hates me now, she thought to herself in anguish.

Many minutes later, she was exhausted and all cried out again. She rose rinsed her body quickly and got out. She dried herself gingerly and gazed at her body in the mirror. There were bruises on the inside of her thighs, on her hips and circled around her wrists. She would be able to heal herself. Her powers tended to make her heal quickly, so she wouldn't have to hide the ones on her wrists for long.

She threw away the torn scrap of silk she had on before. She dressed and went to lay in the bed. The curtains were already opened and she hadn't closed them. So, she stared out at the black night, until sleep crept in and snatched her into a world of dreams.

Okay, here so tell me what you think! Don't worry...it will get better again! Trust me. I love Thierry, but this is the council's doing. RxR!