A/N: hey guys! Missy here! So Annie and I brainstormed this chapter before I wrote it. I hope you enjoy this! I'm oh so very sorry for how long it took to get this chapter written and up! I'll try my best to get my following chapter up sooner!
Claire's POV
Previously: Now it seemed that Ian's smile had reached full Creeptastic Potential. "That's alright. We'll see who's laughing when I'm done with you."
Running his dirty fingers lightly up Claire's arm and back down, she could tell by his heavy breathing that he was enjoying this. He leaned in and ran his nose up along the side of her neck to the back of my ear. She was sure to him, her lack of silence and heavy breathing was due to the fact that she was enjoying this, not because he had a sharp knife skimming all over her torso, ready to strike at any move of resistance.
"Mmm, little Claire, you smell absolutely ravishing." Could this guy sound any more like a vamp?
Claire turned her head away from him, "Don't touch me." His displeasure was clear from the pressure he put on the knife. She felt something wet soak into her shirt where his knife was. Blood. Claire suppressed the urge to whimper in pain. Thankful that the wound wasn't too deep, she racked her brain to find a way to get that knife out of his grasp. "Now, you don't want to make this harder than it is, right? Just sit back and enjoy this."
He continued to move his gross hands up Claire's side, while he breathed down her neck. This is gross… This is gross… This is gross… she chanted in her head, trying to hold herself together. His attempt of seduction was truly pathetic. In his attempt, he kissed Claire's neck. There would have been less saliva if a dog had licked her. She didn't know how much more she could take. He brought his face next to hers and lightly blew into her ear. Oh. My. God. GROSS! The words that flowed out of her mouth surprised her, "Ian, kiss me."
She could feel him smirk against her neck. "I knew you would give in eventually." He brought both of his hands to cup Claire's face and moved in. His lips were about half an inch from hers before she kicked her legs up, hit him in his side, and pushed him off of her. His knife flew out of his hands and skidded to the other side of the room.
"Dammit!" He yelled as he rolled off of her, "And here I thought we were getting somewhere."
"Well, now that you mention it, it was kind of nice…" Claire replied.
"Really?" He tried a seductive voice that did not work at all.
"Hell no!" She said wiping her neck of his drool, "That was nasty."
That created enough anger to send him attacking straight at her.
Shane's POV
Previously: Richard sighed and seeing all of their worried faces, said gently, "I'm sorry but all you can do is wait."
Shane has been in the police station enough to know what everything looks like and where everything is; however, this time was different. Nothing was clear, the walls were blank, and the people were like tiny figures floating with no meaning. The only thing that was running through his head was her name. Claire… Claire… Claire. Find her. He would do anything to find her. He would even be brought back to this place in handcuffs if that's what it would take.
Shane was pacing back and forth trying to figure out a plan, running his hands through his hair and grunting every so often. "Dude, calm down. We'll find her," Michael tried to console him.
"Calm down? Do we have any leads on where she is? Huh? No, we don't! Are we bringing in the bastards that were involved in this? I don't see them here! What the hell are these people doing to try and find her Michael? It would be more helpful to have Eve try and sniff her out!"
"Shane, they're trying. They found the groups of Ian's friends that you fought with in Common Grounds. They're bringing them in for questioning any minute. We'll find her."
Eve spoke up from the chair she was sitting in, finally breaking her stare-down with the wall, "I know you think that we're never going to find her and that your world is going to end, but you've forgotten how damn tough your girl is. She's been through fire… literally. She can handle anything. Just trust we're going to find her. The second we get a lead, I promise we will be out that door before anyone."
Shane sighed in defeat, "You guys better be right. Whoever did this is going to wish they were burning in a cage."
Richard came in to talk to Michael a few minutes later. "Michael," he called over, "Your brief statement said your weren't at home from twelve to three. I'm not blaming or anything, but where were you?"
"Um, Amelie."
"Sorry, but right now I'm going to need a little more than that."
"She needed me to do business on the other side of town and I was already at the blood bank, so I told her I'd go help with the disturbance that occurred."
Richard nodded his head, "Okay." With that they split ways and Michael went to rejoin Shane and Eve.
They waited for another ten minutes before the action in the station started to pick up. Shane turned toward the entrance to see what was happening. A couple guys from the group that he recognized from Common Grounds were walking in and headed straight toward the questioning room. Before going in, Richard walked up to Shane. "You can come listen from the window, but one wrong move and you're going to be put into a holding cell yourself. Got it?"
Shane nodded his head once and followed Richard through the door he saw the guys go through. The questioning was quick and to the point. Thirty minutes was all it took to question all four guys. They didn't give out any information or a lead on anything. They played it as if they were being good little angels and doing their remedial level homework the whole night, or rather having it done for them. They were easily released, which pissed Shane off.
"I need a breather. I'm going outside." Shane said as he turned on his heel and headed out through the door into the waiting room where Eve and Michael still sat.
"Shane," Richard stopped him before he could go any further. "Don't do something stupid. You know that is not what Claire would want you to do. Your being in jail is the last thing we need."
Shane just turned and walked out.
The group had taken their time in leaving, which allowed Shane time to have a little chat with them.
"Hey look! The hero makes a re-appearance!" One of the boys from Ian's group called out upon spotting Shane. The rest of them turned and either smirked or laughed except one. That one stood in the back cowering behind the others.
"As much as I would love to kick your asses right now, I'm sort of determined to fulfill that hero
thing again. I know that load of crap you gave to them is bullshit."
One of them laughed straight in Shane's face. "Why would we know something? We were just studying." He smirked, turned, and walked off. Obviously he was the temporary leader because the rest followed. Shane took a step forward, fists clenched, ready to do whatever it took to find Claire again. Before he could reach the leader, Michael was by his side stopping him from a fight. "Shane, don't." He said quietly.
Shane was trying to control whatever was going on inside him when he caught the scared eye of one of the group members. The kid looked like he was debating something in his head; however, when he realized Shane was looking at him, he ducked his head and began to turn around to follow his group. Shane ignored Michael's request and stepped forward to grab the kid's arm. "Wha-"
"Dude, what are you doing?" Ian's group turned at the sound of the kid and was ready to fight to get him back. The leader took charge and went to go against Shane but not before Michael stepped in front of his path and shot him a death glare that made him take a step back. The kid only half protested while Shane dragged him back to the room where he was first questioned.
"Shane what are you doing? He has already been questioned." Richard stepped in.
"He knows something." He said sternly.
Richard, knowing that trying to fight with Shane was a lost cause, gave in and questioned the kid thinking he was just humoring Shane. He questioned the kid harder than before, and surprisingly, the kid cracked and gave them a lead on finding Claire. "I didn't know what they were doing. They asked for a few stuff from the chem. lab. I guess it was some form of hazing. I wasn't really in on their secret and they tried to keep it that way. I mean, I heard bits and pieces here and there but I didn't think he was serious. They kept talking about a girl and the old warehouse. I never thought they would go through with it…" The kid trailed off.
Shane slammed his hand on the counter, "Dammit! I'm going to kill him! I swear to God if he put one finger on her, he. Is. Dead." Shane's voice was heard around the station, and people cowered back as he walked through the waiting room to the doors.
"Shane! Stop!" He turned ready for whatever Richard, Michael, and now Eve would throw at him. Richard spoke, "Take him home. Keep him there. I'm sending all of our guys for her." Richard turned and was gone.
"There is no way in hell I'm going home after that!" Shane yelled.
"Shane! Calm down! Richard is right. We can't do much better than they can. They've got how many guys on this and we would only be getting in the way. Plus I'm completely positive that if you had one look at Ian, you would be in jail for murder. Claire doesn't need you there. We don't need you there." Eve tried to convince him.
Finally, after much debate, Shane caved, "Fine. We'll go home. Obviously you could give two shits about her, so yeah! Home is exactly where we should be right now."
"You know we love her and would do anything for her. Right now, we can only wait. They are going to find her." Eve consoled him in the car.
Claire's POV
Claire tried to get out of his path, but he was too fast and hit her left shoulder. She got knocked back a few feet, but regained her balance and prepared for his next attack. He took a predatory stance and jumped at her. She was ready and got out of his reach, but the second his feet hit the floor, he was back on her again. The wind got completely knocked out of her as her back crushed against the floor. A searing pain shot through her, but she pushed is aside and knocked his feet out from under him. When he fell to the floor, she purposefully stepped on his beloved manhood to cross over him. He cried out in agony, but regained his composure fast than she thought possible.
She saw the knife she had knocked out of Ian's grasp and tried to reach for it. He grabbed her ankle and pulled hard, causing her chin to come in contact with the concrete hard. She lets out a yell but it only created more fuel to her anger. Just as she was going to retaliate, she had a thought. Portal! She tried to concentrate, but she was pushed up against a pole. The pain in her back grew, but she pushed it aside again.
She hissed through her teeth, grabbed Ian by the throat and turned so he was up against the pole. She tightened her grip and concentrated. She heard a gasp and her name being called. She turned to her left and saw the faces of her roommates. Shock, concern, anger, love, and worry were all over their faces. When she met the eyes of her boyfriend, all concentration was lost and the portal snapped close. Her grip loosened in the process and Ian took complete advantage.
She was thrown and would come back with a stronger hit every time. Every blow he would throw at her would be pushed aside and only gave her fuel to hit harder. She was racing for the knife when she was brought down again. Ian got to it first and took every opportunity he could to swipe at her.
She memorized every movement he made and realized that every throw was sloppy and repetitive. She tried to grab his hand before it hit her thigh, but she missed. The knife cut straight through her skin, creating a pain she couldn't dismiss. She screamed out in pain and fell to the floor.
"Where is your knight in shining armor? I was hoping he would make an appearance. You know, after you I think I'm going to take him down too. He always did piss me off. I couldn't help but get a rush out the reaction he always seemed to get when I went after you." He didn't notice Claire trying to get to her feet.
"One, He would kick your ass any day. Two, you are creepiest psycho I have ever had the displeasure of meeting, and trust me, there are plenty. Three, I'll be taking that." She ripped the knife out of his hand before he had a chance to react. She pinned him against the pole, with the knife pointed at his chest, ready to pierce when a light was shown across the floor and the sound of the door hitting the wall followed. Both Claire and Ian turned toward the door.
A/N: Again, SO sorry this wasn't up sooner! I hope you liked my chapter. Review and get excited for the next chapter!
A/N: Didn't you love it! I was so proud of Missy when I read it. Granted, we did come up with the plot for this chapter before she wrote it, but didn't he do one helluva job? So my chapter is next and I honestly have no idea whats going to happen with writing it, so don't get your hopes up. Sorry
