This story is first told through Jackson's perspective. It is post Red Eye, about three months to date, give or take. After escaping from the hospital, he sets out to find someone that he has unfinished business with. Maybe some romance, though they both try to suppress it as much as possible. Rated M for the usual reasons because I'm not sure where this story will go. I don't own anything Red Eye, so don't sue. I don't own anything Harry Potter either; I just know that if I had a cat, I would name it Crookshanks because it's cool. So don't sue!

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Chapter Ten – Following Orders

"No!" Lisa croaked out. "If you think that I'm going anywhere with you after what you've done, you're insane! Get out of my house!"

Jackson was an inch away from her face before she could blink. His cold eyes looked into hers, challenging her. He gave her a hard slap across the cheek, leaving an angry red mark behind.

"You are going to follow my orders if I have to beat them into you," he whispered ominously.

She spit in his face in reply, the moisture landing on his chin. Her innocent defiance and righteous anger penetrated him, as he felt it come off of her in hot waves that threatened to burn him alive. Her rebellion was like foreplay to him, and he enjoyed toying with her.

That damned rebellion, he thought. It's going to be difficult to break her. But not impossible. It could be fun. Lots of hot nights between the sheets.

He nearly shuddered in pleasure just thinking about taking her. He noticed that she refused to flinch when he slapped her again, but she could not help the tears that welled up in her eyes. He wiped his chin, feeling the power of his control over her. She was going to do whatever he wanted without question before long. He was going to have full control of her, body and soul. At the present moment, he glanced down at her arm to check her wound, but her other hand was clasped on her wound to stop the bleeding. He took her wrist, lifting her hand away from her scratch. Jackson glanced up at her for a moment before lifting her sleeve to take a look. He gently unwrapped the bloody gauze from her arm. She looked sick and turned her head to retch as soon as her cut was revealed. Jackson let go and waited for her to finish. She wiped her chin of excess vomit when she was done and looked at him.

"Stay here," he muttered before going to get the things he needed.

He came back with extra gauze, butterflies, and tape. She leaned against the stairs as he worked to patch up her arm, her body limp as she stared blankly into space. He wondered what she was thinking; her eyes were not giving anything away.

"What's going to happen to me?" she finally said in almost a whisper.

"Well," he replied, finishing with the tape. "That all depends on you."