A/N: Ok so I gave Mac a bit of a moral code in this chapter. I just think there are some things he would not do. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. It's about to become a rough ride so hang on tight :)

When we come down, o yeah yeah yeah
We'll be dreaming safe and sound.

Safe and Sound by Rebelution

If you walk away, walk away, walk away, I will follow.

I Will Follow by U2

There was a fight on Halloween, and Remy relented because she knew she was being paranoid. She couldn't keep Jenny under lock and key forever, no matter how necessary that seemed. He was out there waiting to strike, Mac could be nearby and she would never know it. But Jenny was suffering and Remy felt responsible for that.

The fear, always the fear of him that permeated everything now, and it was seeping into Jenny's life too, where it should have never been. But all coherent logic left Remy's mind where he was concerned; she knew that she was on high alert and not thinking clearly. But she felt like she had no choice.

It wasn't even fair, the poor kid went to school, driven there and back by Remy, came home and was under house arrest the rest of the time. She was just sixteen and wanted to live her life, but he had threatened her, in his signature fucked up way.

Remy knew what he was capable of and he was not doing that to her sister, over her dead body and his. If she had to keep her locked up in an ivory tower so be it.

If anything happened to Jenny she would never live through it, she had wasted so much time with Billy that she couldn't get back and suddenly it seemed like life was so short.

Then Halloween came and the concert of a lifetime. Remy had to let her live her life, this wasn't fair, and she knew it.

Still, Remy had taken Halloween much more seriously this year, it had become a production of sorts, a big deal.

Luke was there and low key armed with her to answer the door when the kids came around from the neighborhood for candy and Jenny would be in a crowd of people. They had looked and there had been no action in Utah, but Remy knew he would not fly there this time.

This time he would drive.

Mac wasn't coming to kill her outright, he'd want to take her back to Utah, he would need a car for that, and stuff he couldn't bring on a plane; getting into his brain was easy and terrifying. But she knew his plans involved much more than killing her, first he would want to spend time with her, to be alone with her; to possess her.

"Remy. It's 311, Rebelution, Slightly Stoopid and Matisyahu I can't miss it, please." Jenny pleaded, "Please, please, Josh, Mike, Carl, Miranda, and Kelly are going, I have my knife and taser, I'll be with them, please, please, please."

"You don't let her out of your sight Josh. You hear me!" Remy warned.

"Thank you, thank you," Jenny kissed her on both cheeks with joy, "Thank you."

"Promise me, Josh," She said softly.

"Promise," Josh replied and Jenny kissed her cheek again and gave her a long warm hug.

"Don't you wanna go, I know you love 311?" Jenny asked.

Remy shook her head, "Don't feel like it," She shrugged. Remy always loved live music of all kinds and now she couldn't even get excited about that. He had taken a lot away from her, Mac had changed her. He had changed everything about what she thought was true in this world, that people were inherently good and that it was safe.

That if you did the right thing everything would be ok, but it wasn't and never would be.

Evil walked the earth, she knew that all too well now; she had stared him right in the face, and lived.

Jenny gave her a sad smile, "You can't dwell on this 24/7 and not have a life." She said with all of the innocence of the young. She really had no clue of the menace that was coming their way. Remy knew and that's why Luke was here helping her handle the trick or treaters and making sure they were the only ones that came knocking.

That's why he had a gun.

"Will you come to see Sublime next month?" Jenny asked, tempting her with her favorite live band.

Remy gave her a wry smile, "Maybe."

"Good," Jenny hugged he again, "Love you, love you, love you so much, thank you."

"Love you too," Remy smiled and for the first time in a while, Luke saw her pretty dimples one on each cheek, the ones he fell in love with, and he smiled too.

Finally though after all this time Luke understood too, and he was in for whatever she needed so they could start a real life together when this was over. In his sock drawer at home sat a ring that he had planned to surprise her with at Christmas time, no one was going to ruin that.

Often Luke wondered when he thought of his love for Remy; would he kill for her? Do anything for her? Yes, he would, there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her. He wanted to marry her, she was the one.

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There was something wrong, she was on the edge of sleep, not really awake and yet Remy knew; there was something horribly wrong. The air in the room was thick, it was too hot and sweltering, yet she was freezing. She had been dreaming about swimming pools and red dust.

She sat straight up in bed, shivering and completely awake now; it was three am and she had broken out in a cold sweat. Remy had been dreaming, a nightmare about Mac, one of so many she had still, and they were always so real. Her breath hitched in her chest; she knew something was wrong, now she was awake, it wasn't the nightmare and she couldn't breathe. The TV was still on and she had been waiting up for Jenny, but it was three am now!

"Shit, goddammit, oh my god!," She cursed praying that the girl just snuck in like she herself used to do at that age, "Fuck."

Remy jumped out of bed and ran down the hall to Jenny's room and busted through the half-open door but she wasn't there, her bed was empty, and had not been slept in. "No, no, no no." She started to panic.

Her feet pounded loudly on the steps as Remy ran downstairs like a bat out of hell, still yelling "no, no no" until she got to the couch where Luke was sleeping and woke him up.

"She's not here!" She started to cry, "Luke!, oh my god, oh my god..."

Then her phone began to ring.

/

The sister had been an easy mark, she didn't take after Remy at all, the kid wasn't even carrying her purse and weapons; at least Remy wore boots and carried that knife at all times. He had seen it himself from a distance; his girl was smart at least.

The last time he had been in South Carolina, catching up on what she was doing he'd watched Remy leave the house from down the street to go jogging, she was fuckin fast and wild like he remembered.

She had also bought a new car, a jeep, and tooled around in it with the top down, there was something about a girl who drove a truck. It suited her, the red car and that red hair he couldn't get off his mind.

Mac knew he was obsessed; he didn't care, he watched her daily while he was there, even sat a few rows behind her in a movie on the day before he went back home; he longed to touch her with a burning fire that wouldn't be quenched.

His obsession with her boarded on the cusp of insanity now. Because she had gotten away when no one else ever had and he couldn't stop thinking about her. What was it they said about redheads, firecrotch? That was her, his fireball if she was lit up enough. And he intended to light that fuse, she would fuck him up for this and he welcomed it. But first he had plans for her, it was always hard not to just grab her outright and be done with it but the truth was he wanted to send her to crazy town first and this was the way to do it.

He knew that Remy's weakness was her baby sister, and right now Mac had her Achilles heel handcuffed in the back seat of his car.

Good things came to those who waited, and although he wasn't the waiting type, more the instant gratification kind, this was how it had to go down. He wasn't used to this area of the country and he wasn't trying to fuck up and get caught. There was also the build-up of anticipation that he found he liked, knowing that she would be his again soon. He would get to touch her again soon enough and it would be sweet, he would touch her, fuck her and anything else he wanted to do, she belonged to him.

He'd been sitting in a nondescript rental car all day, had followed Jenny and her friends to that reggae concert and suffered through that fucking shit music until she went to the bathroom alone. Easy peasy. Mac preferred SKA reggae like "Sublime " if he had to listen to it at all. But he hadn't had to be there very long, the kid came along halfway through the opening act and had gone down like a sack of potatoes.

Remy would have put up a fight at least, a hell of a fight and that was what he desired most of all. This kid wasn't what he wanted, not by a long shot.

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"Got someone here who wants to talk to ya Remy," He handed the phone to Jenny, allowed her to say two words then yanked it back from her.

"Jenny," Remy cried, "Oh Jenny, Jenny."

"Alright, that's enough for now," Mac growled.

"Where are you? You fucking bastard?" Remy screamed, "I'm going to kill you!

"You talk a lot of smack for someone who knows first hand what I'm capable of, Remy."

Don't you touch her!"

He wasn't going to, not one hair on the kids head and he'd already told her so. That was even too much for him, this girl was, just a girl, a kid. It was the sister with the firey green eyes he wanted, Jenny was a means to an end, that's all. But he wasn't telling Remy that, he needed her lit up and terrified and this was the best way to achieve that.

"You want this kid back alive you know what to do." He growled again.

Remy searched through drawers, where were her cigarettes? A drink, she needed a shot of Southern Comfort, vice she had not partaken in recently. Luke watched her skitter around the house like a wound up top and was powerless to help her; this man had to die, it was the only way to give her peace.

After a minute Luke figured out what she was looking for, poured her a shot and she downed it like it was water.

"I'll kill you!" She screamed into the phone and fought back the tears that threatened to spill over her eyes and down her cheeks.

"So you keep telling me," He laughed into the phone, " Listen up Remy, I will cut this bitch open, I will fuck her up."

"Where are you!" She screamed.

"Your passion for me is making me hard Remy." He whispered into the phone like a lover would.

"You piece of shit."

"Fuck I'm gonna cum you keep talkin like that."

"Where the fuck are you!"

"You know where." He said simply and he hung up.

She slammed the phone down and ran back upstairs to pack a bag and get out of there, Luke followed close behind her and she was already shoving clothes mindlessly into a backpack. He took her in his strong arms and ran his hands through her hair so gently. His touch was so sweet, gentle and she had never been touched with such kindness before. It did help a little and she started to focus just a bit.

"Honey you have to calm down...she's gonna be ok, we're gonna get her back..." He knew this was useless even as the words came out of his mouth, it seemed such a trite thing to say, yet he had no other words to comfort her.

"Luke where are my cigarettes?" She sobbed, pulling out a drawer next to her.

With shaky fingers, Remy sifted through the items in the drawer, where were they? Where ? Luke watched her dump the contents out of the drawer and onto the bed, " Honey, breathe, deep breath," He took her in his arms again. "Honey, we both quit, months ago," He reminded her and held her tight. She struggled to get out of his grip and looked up at him with the saddest eyes he had ever seen.

"I know where he's taking her, I have to go."

"You can't."

"I have to!" She broke away from him and went back to her closet and pulled more clothes out.

Luke didn't have an answer and she kept packing.

"I need you to go there, Luke, separate from me like we said. Rent me a storage unit, or a garage way far away from the town, look for the jeep in the town and slip the keys and address under the floor matt. I need you to go there and do what we talked about."

"I can't let you do this..." He would do it for her, but he did not want her going up against this lunatic.

"Look. I'm going, that's my sister. It has to be me. Either you'll help or you won't, I'll do it myself, you know I will," Remy hissed, "The police will call her a runaway you know that!"

"Alright, alright," He relented he loved her after all; he knew she needed to do this, and she was right about the police, unfortunately. As he watched her finish packing in her panicked state he wondered again: would he kill for her? Could he? The answer was yes. He would kill this man so they could move on if that was what it came to.

"You have my list right? I'll re-email it to you, I need more things, I need a generator, some Coleman lanterns, an ax and a cage."

Thank you for reading, please let me know what you think.
PS: Totally unnecessary side note, the concert that Jenny goes to was real here in NJ last summer at the Stone Pony summer stage and I was broke because I saw Badfish( A Sublime tribute band that I would legit quit my job to follow around like The Grateful Dead if I could) five times and couldn't go. I'm still a little salty about it LOL

Thank you for reading xoxoxox