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Chapter 6: Bad Men in Badlands

After Lucy locked the door she walked back to the bed and sat down. Her eyes started roaming around the room because once you get captured there is not much to do other than sleep or cry.

"Oh you know you would rather cry than go to sleep." The voice started talking again.

"Who's there? Look I am not joking around. Please show yourself. I am asking nicely. Please." Lucy begged.

A reddish blue hue of wispy smoke, that same cloud as before, filled the ceiling of the little room. A transparent figure appeared. It was not all connected lines but it had a reddish tint to it. She had a feeling it could become solid or at least solider. She tried focusing on it but it quivered like it was made of fluid.

"What are you?"

"Ah," It laughed. "That's for me to know and you to find out." It sounded annoyed. "Or I'll just let him tell you." Lucy got the feeling this thing was getting bored with her.

The eyes of the mass became clearer it was like black orbs reaching into her soul.

"I knew your father."

"What?" Lucy gasped.

"Oh I knew him very well." The voice turned darker. "I have been with him for a very long time, observing, giving him little shoves. You are what he was saving me for and it was very easy to convince him to let me talk to you. I know all things little one."

Lucy leaned heavily on the table with her injured hand, winced, and then pulled it back.

"What is the matter little one? You were foolish to punch him. He didn't want to hurt you and if you are nice enough maybe he will fix it for you. I see a well of power in him and you do too."

"Yeah, well he deserved it for kidnapping me. Why do you care?"

"I can see inside you," the voice turned into a whisper. "Why don't you give him a chance and decide for yourself."

The apparition started fading and Lucy was getting desperate for answers.

"Wait! Oh, if you know all things tell me where Hicks is! Please!"

The voice chuckled at her begging. "He is not coming for you. You must look towards the future," the voice commanded her.

Lucy looked at the disappearing apparition with frustration. "You know if you are going to mess with my head you should stay a little longer." The cloud lingered in her mind's eye but it had physically disappeared. It seemed to be willing enough to give her some sort of answers and a sort of blind trust developed towards it. She still could not ignore the fact that it made her sweat.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the door knob turning. A part of her hoped it was the man with the black hat, but she somehow doubted that he wanted to see her after punching him. Her knuckle still didn't feel right and she tried flexing her hand. Her mind turned black as she thought about his hard face, all rough lines that she just wanted to knock out. Telling herself he truly did deserve it she pushed his dark face out of her mind. She came back to reality because now the chain was being stretched and was about to snap.

Her heart fell as the pop of the chain sounded off and the door swung wide open. A familiar stood there with a clear bottle of liquid. It seemed that he was missing out on all the action with his vampire buddies, and now she suddenly felt so alone and afraid.

She tried to back off and look around him to see if she could make it out the door. She eased back towards her bed thinking, once again, that maybe she could launch herself past this stranger; it would be easier than earlier.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Lucy swallowed hard.

"I thought you might be a little thirsty so I brought you something," the familiar closed the door making an icy feeling grip her stomach.

"Th-tha-" she definitely didn't want to say 'thank you'

"It is just some water we had, I was sent to give it to you." He got a little closer to her. "Actually not quite, you see I lied, it is a type of water," he paused. "Oh what the hell- some of us call it moonshine and it goes down smooth. Here let me show you."

The familiar threw his fist into her jaw snapping her head back. It almost knocked her out, but instead it induced black spots in her vision. He was running out of time so he grabbed her by the hair and took her into another room and locked the door; it was one of the more secure rooms. He sat down on her stomach and popped the top off.

"You see, no, I am not going to hurt you," he drooled on her neck while he chuckled deep in his chest "I don't want the man knowing it was me. Actually I hardly want you to remember anything."

Lucy felt paralyzed and her chest pounded like her heart wanted to leap out of it. Her arms flailed around and she tried to push him off.

"L-l-let me go and I won't say anything," Lucy stuttered like her tongue was tied.

"No I am going to make you my little bitch," he gritted his teeth at the last word while he steadied her face. "No no, this is all wrong," he watched her face thrash from side to side. He grabbed her hard by the nose, wrapping his arm around her head, "Now, this is better sweetheart."

His breath was wretched and it almost made her throw up; he smiled down at her with a black mouth and rotted teeth that were ready to fall out on her. He tilted the bottle and aimed at her open mouth that she was trying to breathe out of while the bald stranger plugged her nose. Clear, liquid drops hit her chin and accosted her lips; she let out a shriek. A steady stream plunged into her mouth, the hot lava fluid burned its way down and back up several times; she was choking. He lifted the bottle up and uncovered her nose to let her breathe.

She sputtered and coughed trying to bring it back up, but she could feel it seep into her lungs and it made breathing feel like somebody was stabbing her. Alcohol assaulted her senses so she turned her head and threw up on the wood. The familiar scooted a little lower on her stomach, cutting off her coughing, and lifted her dress up with his hand. Unbuttoning his pants, he made kissing noises at her making her cry out.

He decided she hadn't had enough. He let go of his pants and dumped some more liquid onto her chest. Her nipples stood out as the wet fabric clung around them.

Lucy used her good hand to try to claw his eye out.

"Stay still, little bitch!" The familiar held her arms down with his shins causing her to scream until her face turned red. He was almost halfway done with the bottle.

The familiar looked like he was in heaven; the smile on his face was the ugliest smile she had ever seen. His erection pressed against her and it made her face turn green.

He lifted the pressure off of her arms and turned the bottle to point at her mouth again. She wondered if she was going to die at this man's hands; time was going by so slow and her chest was extremely tight.

The second time around she hoped it would be a tad bit easier. Bracing herself, she wished that she was never born. She wondered if it would be better to swallow instead. She struggled harder, freeing her arms from his legs and boxed his ears, but he effortlessly pinned her arms down. The familiar shook his head. "Now that hurt."

The liquid quickly flooded her mouth again and she took a big gulp; she immediately regretted it. The liquid swam over his fingers and made a run for her eyes. He let go of her nose and squeezed her throat. He set the bottle down away from her head as Lucy gagged.

The familiar stared at her body greedily. He ran his hand up down her hips and legs, and then he pulled the dress farther up to expose her toned stomach. Lucy was dizzy and she turned her head to throw up again. The familiar ran his tongue on bare skin making a trail from her chest to her neck and moaned loudly.

…

Black Hat looked into her prison room and found nothing but a broken chain lock. He searched one or two other rooms before he heard gagging coming from a locked door. Someone took Lucy and someone was having a good time.

The vicious surge of hatred made his mouth set with deadly purpose. He kicked the door with almost enough force to break it. Snarling with one last swift kick the door splintered into pieces.

Inside it smelled like alcohol, fear, sweat, and sickness. The sight before him of his familiar on his girl, after he specifically commanded she was not to be messed with, made him see red.

"Aughh, Heath, please, I wasn't going to do anything." The familiar pleaded for his life while he crawled on his hands and knees away from them. Lucy's body twisted to the side and she dry-heaved, unaware that her dress was still pulled up.

Black Hat walked up to her, grabbed the clear bottle of liquid and looked at his familiar with dangerous red-rimmed eyes. "Come here," he grinned. "It is just all fun in games, right? You weren't going to do her any harm." Black Hat held out his hand and beckoned the familiar to him.

"Yes, master, nothing at all. I'm going to go get something to eat," the familiar looked at his master, who blocked the door, nervously not wanting to get in arm's length of the beast before him.

Lucy turned towards them dazed and confused; she looked, with fuzzy eyes, at the familiar almost within reach of Black Hat. She could not get up.

Black Hat latched onto the familiar's collar and threw him out of the room without a sound. He looked back at her, while the familiar crashed into the hallway, with grim reaper eyes. She looked away from it all as he dragged the screaming familiar away.

…

Black Hat's fingers wrapped around the familiar's throat; the force he exerted popped the familiar's veins turning his skin to a reddish color. Blood oozed from the familiar's nose before Black Hat let go of his throat. The familiar's head lolled, "Heath," he cried.

Black Hat stared him down with cold eyes and the bottle in his hand. "Open your mouth," he commanded. The familiar's jaw shook as he parted his lips slightly. "Open it!" The familiar gave in knowing that all hope for him was gone. Black Hat raised the bottle high and came down on his mouth with crushing force. The familiar's screams were unhindered as parts of his teeth broke off and littered the floor; blood oozed from his torn and swollen lips.

His aggressor's mouth twisted like a gnarled tree root, and with glee in his eyes he came down again on the familiar's mouth breaking the rest of his teeth. The familiar spitted out blood, cutting his tongue on the jagged ends of what was left over.

Now that he got passed the teeth, Black Hat lifted up the bottle one last time; he shoved it down the familiar's throat until it tore from the massive intrusion. His lifeless body fell to the floor. Black Hat had expended all his malice, frustration and hatred on him.

He turned to see Lucy curled up against the door frame looking a tinge horrified, but more sickened than anything else. Trying to stand up, her body lost its equilibrium and she began to fall to the floor. He caught her, looked at her dilated pupils, and lifted her up to take her back to her room. Her dress was still wet and he tried not to look down at was clearly exposed to him now.

Black Hat set her down on the vanity chair that had the blue dress draped over it, and in front of her was a jug of water. He looked at how weak she was and frowned. He got her to take a sip. Her eyes fluttered open as the sip of water cleared up her head a little. She was agitated and she looked at him like he was the one that did it to her.

He wanted to apologize to her badly, but instead he bent over and kissed her forehead impulsively. It was getting a bit awkward so he looked at her limbs to see if any damage was done. Feeling a draft, Lucy shrugged her shoulders and felt her wet chest with trembling fingers. In doing so she drew his attention once again to her chest and a smirk formed on his face before he looked away.

His voice was a little rough starting out from lack of use, "Drink some water."

"Why?"

The corner of his mouth arched up producing dimples, "Something magical will happen."

She thought better of it and tried to get some more water down. He watched her inexperience and grinned. She tried to stand up, wobbled, and almost broke the vanity if he hadn't caught her. The sting of alcohol rushed up his nose as if it was trying to intoxicate him. He looked down at her; his breath came out unsteady and he closed his eyes. He willed himself to keep them closed.

He had not thought their next encounter would be this hard because the connection between them seemed to be growing stronger; he could practically taste her. It was obvious how much that bastard made her drink. He really didn't want to take advantage of her like this, especially since she almost got raped. A dark shadow simmered in his eyes like a writhing snake.

His hand drifted down her neck, fingering the chain of her necklace and yet still moving farther down to the beginning of her breasts. Lucy's good hand grabbed a hold of his bicep letting him continue his path. The ruby was resting in his hand and, as if he was in a trance, he snapped out of it and withdrew his arms.

She clung onto him like he hadn't even tried to let her go. The golden orbs of his eyes reminded her of what a home should be like: a safe place, a warm hearth, and happiness. She saw no trace of evil, only another obscure emotion, but her eyes wandered to his mouth knowing what lay behind his grin. Her eyes traced his tan skin around his jaw line then to the skin surrounded by his collar.

He noticed her scrutiny, and the smirk on his face was frozen in time. He switched the power of his strong gaze on her and she tried to look away. He swung her away from the vanity and backed her up against the wall with one hand on her flushed cheek. He put the other hand against the wall next to her, and brought his head down to hers in a motion to kiss her. Her eyebrow furrowed in deep concentration.

"I noticed you hurt yourself punching my face." He smirked while he moved his hand from her cheek to her arm. The touch was steady and firm. Stretching her arm out, he moved his rugged hand closer to her hurt knuckle. She barely flinched when his fingers skillfully ran over her abused knuckle for the alcohol numbed her pain.

A faint pop had her shivering with the hint of pleasure and pain making her head roll back to expose her neck.

If you bite her now you can have her. His mouth watered as he led her to the bed.

Lucy stumbled a little and asked, "So, is that the magical happening you mentioned?

"No, that comes later," his tone was serious but his eyes wandered to her tattered dress. He could smell her alcohol induced arousal when they locked eyes and it was driving him crazy. His hand once again grabbed hold of the gem that lay between her breasts. Her sensitivity to his touch made her lips draw closer to his and her breath hitched looking into his hypnotic eyes. Nostrils flared as he looked at her delicate facial features and he lowered his head to meet with her pink lips. He felt like he was Hades coming to claim Persephone, a dark lord about to pluck the softest flower in the field.

"God help me," she whispered to him before passing out with a sigh.

…

A couple of hours passed before she woke up. She was still reeling off of that blasted moonshine. The blue dress caught her eyes. She felt gratitude towards the man that saved her and gave her something to wear. She looked over and noticed the man casually leaning against the wall, wondering how long he had been there.

"Put it on," the voice commanded. She looked at the man's imposing stance, noticing the muscles hidden beneath the cloak; his black hat covered one eye so that the other shown out with a golden luminosity.

Respecting her privacy, he went to look out the window. She put it on and he turned around just as she tied the drawstrings. It looked breath taking and he slowly walked to her, ignoring the bracelet that he tucked away in the vanity. Instinct told her to get away from him, but she was determined to hold her ground and let it play out how it was going to play out. Lucy stared at herself in the mirror and noticed the split up the side of her abdomen.

Looking at him with hooded eyes, her voice was even when she said, "I should punch you with my good knuckle."

"And break your hand on my solid jaw again? I thought you would have learned the first time."

Lucy sucked in her cheeks, giving off a more angled appearance. "Yes, I was foolish and now I have learned to use my foot." She stumbled into the chair as he stepped closer to her.

"Drink some more water." He came up behind her while she faced the mirror, resting one hand on her hip while the other hand traced the split up her side, sending shivers down her spine. His expression in the mirror looked hungry, smirking with a loaded look of desire; she began to feel light headed. Involuntarily tilting her neck, she leaned lightly against his tight chest and his smiling mouth lowered to the dip of her shoulder.

Her weakness to him was revealed in that moment. Those brooding eyes of his locked with hers and she began to feel like pudding left out in the sun. The smell of apprehension, indecision and awe came wafting up to him, almost making him shudder for the sheer attraction of it. He closed his eyes and broke the spell, but not for her; she was still entrenched.

She wanted to touch his tan skin and she wondered if it was alien-like. Her fingers tips lightly brushed the skin on his face. He flashed his teeth briefly and stared into her eyes; he was holding back momentarily. His skin was not hot, but it wasn't cold either. It wasn't leathery so she brushed her fingers along his jaw line; the stubble was attractive. He had had enough of teasing; putting his hand around the back of her head, at first he kissed her roughly and then it turned soft.

The flood gates opened and everything he had been holding back all his life was unleashed on her. She placed her hand on his shoulder as he devoured her mouth. Breaking the kiss, he looked away for a second. The reaction was instantaneous, she wasn't thinking clearly, but she grabbed the back of his neck to make him face her. She swayed, almost tipping herself off balance, as his breathing grew slightly heavier, his passionate face turned on her with exposed fangs and, before she could feel fear or protest, he started again.

The kiss made her lips tingle like electricity flowed through them, making her feel like her face was on fire. She moaned a little in his mouth, which only encouraged him until he thought he was going to throw her down and take her. He thought about her exposed nipples from the earlier drama and his hand began to roam up her stomach. A small voice in her head nagged at her to say no.

He was so much bigger than her that it took no time for him to overpower her. His tongue invaded her mouth hungrily as he moved his hand into the tear of her dress; he brushed the underside of her breast. She broke the kiss as soon as she felt his invasion, scuttling away from him like he had a third eye; the realization of what happened between them had not fully hit her yet.

"Don't be afraid. I am not going to hurt you." His eyes lit up in a predatory shimmer of lust; he took a step closer to her and she took one step away from him.

A frantic knock stopped him from going any further and, instead of going to her, he left; and it dawned on her how close she had been to the enemy. She chugged some more water, thinking about how crazy this day was, hoped that her soul could be saved, and how she was going to escape her fate with this man. Being locked away with him for any longer just might make her go insane and she had a feeling that would be soon. As quick as her interaction with the mysterious man was, she put it away in a locked drawer in her mind and growled at nothing. Looking for an escape, she wondered what it was that demanded the dark leader's attention. Why was he so fascinating all of a sudden? It had to be the alcohol; she would never touch it again after this experience.

You have to love me for the moonshine I mean come on that stuff is wicked.