Willow walked down the street from her radio station job as she hugged her pea coat tighter to her body. She needed some fresh air to sooth over her thoughts as she walked the blocks to her apartment building. She got the phone call from Mikey a couple hours ago about Leonardo trying to get them to stop seeing her. Her heart broke a little. She didn't know how she could live in this City without them. She told him to clam down and it was for the better. She knew Leonardo wouldn't do something to mental or physically harm his brothers out of spite so, she had no need to worry. It would pass over soon.
Before her phone rang she was caught in a daze. She had been going over the conversation with Donatello nights before about Leo. She tried to figure out a way to confront him, talk to him. She had been avoiding the lair because of what Don had told her to do. She wanted to talk to him, just the matter of working up enough courage to actually do it.
She wasn't scared of him. She knew that he would never harm her if he didn't have reason to. He wouldn't harm anything if he didn't have reason to. Just those glares of pure aggravation towards her made her stomach twist. She didn't know why he had so much anger behind his glares towards her, which was one of the reasons why she never approached him.
There was something about him that made her stomach twist in a different way. Even though she got those glares, something inside her told her they were out of protection and devotion to his family. To keep them safe and if he had to he'd tear down the whole world to keep them from harms way. That idea he had, that persona she knew he had within him drawn her to him. She resisted at first, but then the dreams came.
She thought them to just a normal part of her head playing with her as she was alone and hadn't had the touch of someone for a long time. She'd often had dreams about all of them, waking up with a smile from Michelangelo's sweetness, and Donatello's shy manners. She'd shoot up from her mattress as body still tingled from the linger image of Raphael pinning her against her bed as the sounds of her moans echoed in the back of her mind. Those were usually a little different.
Then, Leonardo came along. She thought nothing of it at first as they started to come more often then every night. Soon his brothers never appeared again, it was just her and him. She'd wake up as her heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest. They started off slow, with soft words that she never seemed to remember after waking. Then as weeks went on they became more intricate.
She'd find herself in a brown hazed color world, desert like ground and dead tress around her. She'd listen to the echoes of grunts as she stood up, seeing herself in a short black dress. It was tight around her chest and stomach like a corset, fanning out at the skirt that was knee high her black wedge heels crushing the dried dirt under her feet as she stood.
She turned her head seeing Leonardo fighting off blackened images in the distance. She'd feel arms around her as her screams were silenced by hands grasping around her mouth. Then he was before her, ripping her away from their hold in one swift pull. Her body fell on his as he'd smirk pulling her along with him as the desert turned into the city streets glossed over with rain. Their feet splashing in puddles as he stopped her pinning her tight against a wall in an alleyway. His breath is hot against her face as she tried to settle her thumping heart in her chest. He'd slam her slightly harder against the wall.
"Stop, you're going to get us killed." He'd whisper harshly in her ear to the sound of her heart beat echoing through the narrow space. She could do nothing but bite her lip from his deep commanding voice. She'd feel a weakness between her legs as they lock eyes. His glare of savage anger and desire to make it out alive burning through them as her heart beat raced on to the feeling. He'd growl even more irate than before slamming her against the opposite alleyway wall. She'd wince slightly to the pain of her head cracking against the bricks, accepting it as his eyes lock on hers again. "You want us to get caught?" He'd growl through his clenched teeth. She'd do nothing but smile through her bit lip.
She'd start to tremble to his tight grasp around her arms, her knees going weak. He'd move her down the alleyway more using the warmth of his breath against her cheek to guide her along with him. She'd clench her eyes shut to the wanting desire of leaning towards him and kissing his lips, but resists.
"I don't want them to hurt you." He'd say softly against her cheek. She'd feel him pressing his cheek against hers as he'd graze his lips against her neck. She'd suck in a breath to the feeling. "You're mine, no one else's." He'd say in a low whisper against her neck. "I need to protect what's mine." Then she'd feel his lips take over hers as he'd push his body as close to hers as possible. She could feel her spin straighten against the damp wall as his plastron pressed against her chest, mashing her breasts against him. He'd grab her hands by the wrists pinning them above her head.
It always ends the same way as she wakes up her head spinning and needed to take a drink of water. Sweat covering her neck and back as she lifts her body from her bed, still needing to steady herself as she gets up from the after effects.
She read somewhere that dreams are just the unspoken truth of feelings you're not willing or wanting to discover. She thought about it, it was partly true. But, either way she'd never act on them.
She broke out of her thoughts as she heard the shallow splashing of foot steps behind her. She darted her head back seeing nothing over her shoulder as she took a breath, fastening her pace through the streets. She had that sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she felt someone's eyes on her from the back. She tired to ignore it, but started to jog slightly as she was three blocks away from her home.
Arms grasped around hers as a black rag went over her face. She kicked and screamed as she felt men holding her back. They dragged her to the darkness of an alleyway well out of sight and sound from the main streets. She clenched her eyes shut tight as she felt her heart sink to her stomach. She could feel all her thoughts and dwelling the past couple of minuets to be useless now as she squirmed in the grasped of men. They held her arms behind her back as one man stood in front of her.
"You're the girl who's always hanging out with those freaks aren't you?" His voice was young and she narrowed her eyes and she growled through the dampening fabric over her mouth. "Tell us where they live and we ain't gonna harm you sweetheart." He said placing a black gloved hand over her cheek. She narrowed her eyes to the touch darting her face away. He smirked slapping her across the face as she winced to the sting. "That's not very nice Willow." Her eyes widened to her name. How could he have known her name? "If you're not gonna tell us, we could beat it out of you?" He smirked tapping a metal bar against his palm. She looked at the dull metal and back towards his sickening smile.
She put her head to the ground as she noticed a manhole under him. She smirked in the cloth and picked her head up. Oh the irony. He removed the fabric from her mouth as he noticed her smile across her face.
"You goin' to tell us or what?" He said leaning in towards her. She gathered all the salvia in her mouth as she spat it at his face, it landing perfectly in his eye. She smiled wider now as she accepted that this would mean her death. She'd rather die than let those boys suffer, ever. She knew because they'd do the same for her. "That was stupid." He said in a low tone as he lifted the crow bar. She closed her eyes, wincing slightly to the pain she was about to feel, preparing herself for blow after blow until it just turned into numbing pain, then the wonderful release of death.
"That's not a way to treat a lady." She heard a beautifully familiar voice say from behind the thug. She opened her eyes as she saw four shadows behind him.
Raphael grasped the metal object before it sung down and at the poor defenseless girl. Leonardo had noticed the gathering of men in the darkened alleyway as they were about to jump the next roof top. He held his hand up for his brothers to stop as they all looked down upon the scene. The girl stood her ground, Leonardo slightly smirking to the fact that she had enough courage inside of her to spit in the man's face.
She was about to scream out Raphael's name as the men behind her pulled the fabric back over her mouth, pulling her down the alleyway. She winced, letting whimpers of pain escape her lips as they twisted her arms back more from the pull. She saw a bo staff come in and take one out as the other man pulled out a pair of chains.
Her black hood fell over her face as the man behind her threw her to the dirty alleyway ground. Her hands and knees landing in puddles as she tried to get the fabric off her mouth. She looked up as Donatello fought off a man with chains, letting them twist around his bo staff as he tossed them into a dumpster behind him. He smirked as the thug backed away slowly, defenseless. She smiled too, getting to her feet as she stumbled back from a man pushing her out of the way. Her hood fell over her face again as she growled in frustration from losing her balance.
She heard the slow approaching of feet against shallow puddles in front of her as she lifted the hood from her sight slowly noticing eight pair of two toed feet in front of her. She smiled in relief.
"Get home, and stay there." She heard Leonardo say as she pushed the hood completely from her face. Michelangelo gasped as he ran over to her helping her up.
"Oh my, Willow! Are you alright?" He asked as he basically lifted her to her feet. She smiled patting his arms.
"Yeah Mikey, I'm oK…" She said putting emphasis on the end as he squeezed her tightly lifting her feet from the ground.
"What happened?" Donatello asked stepping closer to the girl.
"Those guys, they followed me from work I guess? I had to stay later to get the station prepared for some famous person coming tomorrow." She shrugged. "Anyways, I was walking because I needed to clear my head about some things and those guys attacked me. They pulled me in here asking me where you guys lived and that I hung out with you."
"What did you tell them?" Leonardo asked already preparing himself for a bad answer. She sighed slowly.
"I spat in his face." She said as Raphael let out a chuckle.
"You what? Why!?" Mikey asked wrapping his arms around her. "You could have been killed!"
"Yeah, but at least they wouldn't of known. I'd rather die than let anything harm you guys, all of you." She said landing her eyes on Leonardo as he lightened his stern expression.
"Thank you." He said as he bowed his head slightly. He didn't think she'd be the kind of girl to stand up to death to keep a loyalty of friendship intact, especially not the kind of friendship she was getting from his brothers. He really didn't know at all the kind of girl she was, but whoever she was he was beginning to have a much higher form of respect for her.
"You're welcome. I just know that you'd…apparently do the same for me. So…thank you." She smiled.
"What I can't figure out is how did they know you hang out with us?" Donatello asked rubbing a finger over his forehead. She shrugged.
"They also knew my name." She said as a slight shutter came over her body.
"This isn't good." He said looking towards his brothers.
"You should stay with us for a little while, at least till this blows over." Leonardo said, his arms still crossed tightly to his plastron as he stood before her. All his brothers looked back at him in question.
"Wait…didn't you tell us earlier than you didn't want us seein' her. Now, she's gonna be our roommate?" Raph asked turning his body fully towards Leonardo. He didn't react and kept his eyes on Willow.
"We'll keep an eye on you till you get to your apartment. Then, you can meet us on your roof." He said keeping his even deep tone.
She remembered the voice from her dream as tried to ignore the twisting feeling in her stomach. She nodded her head as she walked back into the streets. She put her hood over her head as she looked behind her as they were gone. She turned down the street with a smile on her face.
"Ninjas…"
I'm sorry if there are mistakes in the last two chapters. I didn't proof read them yet, but I will. Hope you like them!!
