A/N: This is the serious A.N, the funny one is down the bottom, BUT PLEASE. READ. I'd love for you guys to check out my story, "The Real World." I fixed it up and I have an idea where it's going...it's got no twists (yet, hehe) But it's about how Meggie changes and Dustfinger starts to lose her, and their relationship struggles. I promise it'll be good, and if it starts to turn sour I'll tell you beforehand. =D But yeah, please give it a shot. It's Meggie and Dustfinger, c'mon...lol. So yeah with that said, enjoy....
"Dustfinger, please calm down. You're going to pace yourself through a wall. Brianna is resting, and WHEN she wakes up, she will tell us." Roxanne put emphasis on the when for her part; as if she needed to hear the words herself to ensure that it would indeed happen. Dustfinger barely heard her, his face tight with only half the anger expressing itself, the rest a different type of anger. His feelings for Meggie he had finally stopped denying to her, but he had continued to lie to himself, as if it would change it. When people asked why he was in love with Roxanne, he was always able to come up with reasons. When he asked himself why he was in love with Meggie, he had could think of millions of reasons, and yet he still had no idea why his heart sang at the mere mention of her name.
Now, it was singing a dark song, twisting him. The urge to find her was so powerful and strong, overtaking him, and he wouldn't know it, but it was just like the urge his own daughter had felt to tell him of Meggie's kidnapping.
"Do you have any idea where she would be?" Roxanne blinked.
"Why would I?" she answered with a question.
"Because he was obsessed with you, because you two were connected." Dustfinger said simply, ignoring the striking glare Roxanne was projecting his way.
"Don't look at me like that," he snapped.
"You know what I meant."
"Yes I did. If I knew, do you think I would have told you so you could go find the girl? Why do you even care about her anyway?"
This time Dustfinger was the one with the glare, and he focused it so intensely on his wife that she flinched. Roxanne was the one who usually broke people down with her look; she didn't like to be on the other end.
"I've been through stuff with her that you wouldn't know about." You know absolutely nothing.
"And Mo has become like a best friend to me-she's his daughter." His daughter...your best friend's daughter. And your own is older than her....
Roxanne gave a sigh. "I'm sorry, I'm just worried...and so angry at that bastard." She seethed through clenched white teeth. Dustfinger accepted the apology and began to pace again.
"We have to tell Mo-yes I know...but..." he didn't want to do it. Roxanne, who had been stroking Brianna's hair, stopped and walked over to him, laying a comforting hand on Dustfinger's shoulder. He jumped at the touch, and moved away.
"I have to go. I'm going to go get Mo, and we are going to hunt down the son of a bitch and kill him." Dustfinger snarled, grabbing a jacket.
"Wait...what am I supposed to do?" Roxanne called. Dustfinger stopped at the door, pointing a finger at her.
"We'll be back. You my dear are going to watch over Brianna and Brandon, and if Brianna wakes up and tells you anything at all about Jeremiah, you contact me."
"Dustfinger....you know that's dangerous..."
"I don't care. It's Meggie. You do it, and I don't care about the consequences."
And then he was running, ignoring the shocked look on Roxanne's face. There were special herbs that Roxanne had found awhile ago. If she mixed them with the right ingredients, then she could get inside Dustfinger's head. It was extremely painful for the other person; the invasion hard for their brain to understand, and a lot of pressure on the head. People had died from it, and Roxanne had only done it once to Dustfinger, and he had been knocked out for the rest of the day.
Dustfinger reached Mo's house and hesitated slightly. He could foresee it now-Mo would be devastated. Meggie meant the world for him, and she did to him.
He knocked on the door urgently, wringing his hands as he waited, debating how to tell him. The door creaked before opening, showing a weary and confused Mo.
"Dustfinger?"
It came out, words racing each other.
"Jeremiah's taken Meggie."
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Meggie shied away, lowering her eyes. She wished she could still believe the saying she did when she was a kid: If I can't see it, it's not there.
"Do I need to use it on you to show you who's in charge?"
"No, I think I get it. I think." Meggie said sarcastically. She flinched when she felt the cool blade tease her skin, running down her arm. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to breathe calmly through her nose.
Heavy breathing usually indicated fear, and she would not give him the satisfaction he was scaring her. She swallowed the bile she felt forming, and let relaxing words whisper into her heart.
Jeremiah watched, amused, before his eyebrows scrunched down in annoyance.
He grabbed Meggie's chin forcefully, yanking her head up and smiling at her cry of surprise.
"You wanted a new life, fine, you wanted to be better, here's your chance. I haven't done anything!" He shrugged.
"Maybe I just like to feel like I'm in charge. Like women are afraid of me."
"That's because you're a monster."
"I'm not a monster-it's power."
"You're a monster junkie. It's like your crack."
"Why don't you just shut up?" Jeremiah's voice was calm, but it trembled slightly. Meggie smiled.
Jeremiah pointed the blade on her arm.
"You want to keep going?"
Her smile widened.
She was too pissed off, too annoyed to just sit there and let him intimidate her.
Jeremiah shrugged and sliced into her skin, his eyes on her face and grinning.
Meggie's intake of sharp breath made his smile widen, as tears came to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Her lips tightened and her nose scrunched up as she glared at him, trying not to yell as he continued to cut down her arm. Blood soaked through her shirt, dripping soundlessly onto the ground.
"Oh you son of a bitch...my dad and Dustfinger will find you, and I promise you Mo will read out the worst punishment-or Dustfinger will burn you alive."
Jeremiah pulled away, holding the bloody knife in one hand carelessly while smiling, baring his white teeth.
"What makes you think they'll find us, sweetheart? Brianna is dead, and no one else would know where we are. You think they will find us by luck?" he read her face and belted out a laugh. Meggie's hopeful expression shrunk into a horrified one.
"I promise you where we are, no one would think to look, no one would stumble upon it by accident."
"Why are you doing this? Besides the fact you're insane...why?"
"Haven't we had this conversation before?"
"Can't you just go somewhere else and let me go? The relief will overpower the revenge, I promise you."
"That's what they all say...until the relief pasts. I'm not stupid Meggie."
"I beg to differ," she mumbled.
Jeremiah stopped, and looked at her, and the next thing happened so fast it was a blur. His fist snapped out, ploughing unmercifully into her face. The force of it sent her reeling back, and her chair tumbling to the ground, her head smashing against the ground, and her legs kicking up in the air.
She let out a groan, blinking up at two blurry figures.
"Night, night, sweetheart." And then she knew nothing.
Me: I promise I had no idea I was going to do this.
Dustfinger: Yes you did, you sick little girl.
Me: Do you really want to have a conversation about young girls?
Dustfinger: ....
Me: Mm-hmm, that's what I thought.
Meggie: I'm not that stupid to encourage the kidnapper.
Me: Oh really?
Meggie: ....
Me: I am on a roll today.
Dustfinger: Shut up, no one wants to hear you talk.
Me: ....
Dustfinger: Yeah that's what-
Me: Actually they do because my talking involves an update which usually satisfies them.
Dustfinger: ...
Me: Don't try to con, a conman.
Dustfinger: That's from Supernatural
Me: Oh yes it is.
Dean: Did someone mention us?
Me: Oh...my....
Sam: (looking worried and amused) Uh...I think she's happy to see us.
Dustfinger: Girls...
Dean: (with his cocky smile) Yes, girls...
Dustfinger: Oh God, I feel sorry for you two boys.
Me: (still hyperventilating)
Sam: (looking worried) Um? Are you okay?
Dustfinger: She'll be fine.
Dean: (now looking at me) Hey! Snap out of it! And while we are here, I'd like to have a little chat about that story about us...Myspace quizzes? Come on! How gay can you get?
Me: Dean? Sam?
Dean: She speaks. Yes, sweetheart.
Sam: (looking amused) Yes.
Dustfinger: (to Sam and Dean) May God have mercy on your souls...
Dean: Okay that's just insensitive. And who are you supposed to be? Are you demonic?
Sam: Dean, you can't just go around asking strangers if they are demonic.
Dustfinger: I live in another world.
Dean: You live in another world, aye? (turning to Sam) Okay, he's not demonic just insane.
Sam-rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
Me: Okay that's enough out of you. As much as I love you guys, I think I need to wrap this up.
Dean: Sounds good to me, I don't even know why the hell I'm here. Oh God, this-is this fan fiction hell or something?
Sam: No Dean....
Me: I'm insulted.
Dean: Relax, I was just asking.
Sam: (turning to me) He doesn't mean any offence by it...I think.
Me: Aw you always were the sweet one.
Dean: And I was always the hot one.
Me: I beg to differ...I think you are both-
Dustfinger: I would leave guys.
Me: But-
Dean: Yeah as much fun as this has been...me and Sammy boy have work to do.
Sam: It's Sam.
Dean: Sammy you've been telling me that since you were in high school-do you think I'm going to start listening to it now?
Sam: Well there's a thing called hope and patience Deany-you should try it.
Dean: (scowling) Let's just go, man.
Sam: Fine, by As-Long-As-I'm-Around...nice talking to you for the first time.
Me: I hope it won't be the last!
Dean: I do.
Me: Oh Dean, you should know as well as I do, be careful what you wish for.
Dean: Aw "fudge."
Me: Okay I think they are gone. I'm sad now.
Meggie: Oh wow that was painful, I feel sorry for the readers.
Dustfinger: Speaking of readers....
Me: What? You actually care for them?
Dustfinger: You know what my heart is like.
Me: Oh wash your mouth out.
Dustfinger: What if I said no?
Me: Don't make me do it.
Dustfinger: I'm terrified. I'm shaking in my boots.
Me: (holding soap up) You're not wearing boots.
Dustfinger: That was the distracting line. *runs*
Me: Oh get back here! *runs away*
Meggie: Um, seeming as the author and Dustfinger are being too childish to say anything more, I'm asking please review readers, I really want to see how Dustfinger saves me...oh yeah and my father.
Me: (in the background laughing) Oh real smooth there.