CHAPTER NOTES

Hello Everyone, just to clarify - this fic is still ongoing. I do not drop things if I can help it. There are a lot reasons to why there has been such a long break. I will not bore you with details (but if you are curious read the end notes of this chapter). I just want to apologise for the lack of update. Secondly, I wanna thank everyone who are still following this. You guys are the best. And for the new followes, I welcome you all. Enjoy this next installment.


"How is she?"

"Shaken, but besides the superficial wounds, she hasn't suffered from anything permanent. Well, not anything physically at least. I wished I would say the same about her mental state, but…"

"Thank you, doctor. As longs as she's alive, I know she can get through this. I know she will. "

"I certainly hope so. This is a very delicate stage of her recuperation period, I have to remind you how important it is to assure her that she's not alone. And make sure that she isn't. God knows how much that poor girl has been through…"

"I'll make sure of it. You don't have to worry. She's my blood after all."

"Miss Blake is certainly lucky to have you as her brother. Now if there's anything, here's my card. Call me if there's any changes or if you simply need to talk. I'm all ears and don't worry. Confidentiality is my second nature, you do not have to worry about the press or anything."

"Thank you, doctor. Much appreciated, here let me walk you out…"

Octavia heard her brother and the doctor speaking in hushed voices. Clearly they thought she was asleep and she did not change their opinion, but instead she continued to pretend that she was dead to the world. That's how she felt. Dead. Her body ached all over, and she was pretty sure her face was an art piece by now. It was barely so she could open her eyes through the swell and her lips were almost sealed by dry blood. She would not have dared to open her mouth had her throat not been so dry. She tried to pry her lips open without causing more damage, but to no avail. With her mouth finally opened, she had managed to rip her dry lips further, and fresh blood escaped her wounds. Brilliant.

She tried looking around, and saw that she was not in a hospital, in fact, she was in her old room judging by the ridiculous panelled curtains. Ponies, really? Scrutinizing her duvet, she realised that she was under a sea of sparkly unicorns. Giving herself a mental shake, she almost smiled forlornly looking back at her past life. How she longed for the time when life revolved around pink ballerina skirts, and unicorns. Someone had the sense enough to remove anything resembling a mirror from the room. Whoever it was, she was grateful. Looking at her hands was enough to bring those horrid memories back.

On each side of her tiny wrists, she could see the marks. Dark purple dots, imprints of his touch. She hated it, and covered her arms with her soft white pyjamas sleeve. Closing her eyes, she wished to be temporarily blind. But even with her eyes closed, she could feel his touch all over her body. Feeling revolted by the memories, she twisted in her bed and tried to focus on happy thoughts. But she kept seeing the scene over and over again.

"Care to have some fun, sweetheart?"

"Get over yourself, Murphy." Octavia had said tiredly and tried to walk past him.

He had then stopped her by slamming his fist against the wall, trapping her.

"Stop flattering yourself, hon, I know that you want to as much as I want. Everyone knows." He whispered into her ear, leaving his foul breath on her neck. The gesture had given her goosebumps, not of desire, but of disgust. Sadly, he did not think so.

"Let me go, Murphy." This time she added some more power to her voice.

"Tsk tsk…" Using his free hand, he tilted her chin to face him. Staring at her lips he said,

"Drop the pretence, it's only you and me in this room. Be a nice whore and spread your legs for me." And he assaulted her lips. Pressing himself against her by force.

Octavia was out of her mind. Not only was the man delusional, he thought that she, Octavia Blake, would stand there and take his insult and worst of all, that it would turn her on?

Hell no.

Landing a nice kick on his shin, she balled her fist and hit him hard right between his eyes.

"Ouch!"

Shaking her hand from the blow, she was happy with her work and almost smiled. It had hurt like a bitch, but it was worth it. Picking up her clutch, she was almost at the door when he assaulted her.

Taking hold of her hair from behind, he slammed her head against the wall. With her head pinned to her door, he tore the bands holding her dress up, off her shoulder, and shoved his hands down her bra.

"You think, anyone is going to survive after insulting me?" He savagely whispered into her ears as he continued to rip more parts of her dress. She tried to beat his hand away, but he had her head in a dead grip. She bit his hand, and he returned the favour by slamming her head against the door again. This time, she her vision started to blur.

He dragged her by her hair, and threw her on top of the large desk in the room.

He tore his tie, and threw his blazer off. She could not focus, but she heard the unmistakably sound of a belt being unbuckled. Her survival instinct kicked in, and she felt her way around the desk for anything. She found a mug and threw it at his direction. He was much clearer in his head, and dodged it easily.

She tried to roll of the desk, but he stopped her. One of his hands, held both of hers on top of her head. Straddling her, he unabled her from kicking his balls off.

"Get off, you son of bitch!" She spit into his face.

Slapping her, he simply snickered.

She tried to head bang him, but he escaped by moving his head. He continued to strip her. Her whole body was fighting against him, but her resolved faltered a bit when her panties got torn apart.

Is this really happening?

Octavia closed her eyes to the inevitable. But she was forced to open them again not long after. Murphy forced his tongue down her throat again.

No, not this time, she thought. And she bit him hard.

"Bitch!" He exclaimed and then he must have knocked her out.

Shaking, Octavia remember it all too vividly. They had said, that nothing has happened, but her body felt violated anyway. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his snickering face. Every time her body felt something alien, she shrugged on reflex.

Her mother had told her that it had all been a misunderstanding. She could not understand how such a well-behaved boy like Murphy would do something like that.

At first she had asked, if Octavia had remembered it wrongly, like as if there wasn't a multiple witnesses agreeing with her statement.

After that, she was convinced it was the fault of the alcohol.

But worst was when she had indirectly accused Octavia for being the one who started it all.

"It's good that nothing happened, Octavia. But God knows, you're not as innocent as you paint yourself."

She was at loss for words. Her mother had left then.

Her high and mighty father, still had to show his face. Some international business they said. Right he was. But she had long stopped waiting for him.

The only one who came frequently was her brother.

Bellamy, had visited her more than she could count for. Sometimes, he was there when she woke up, and sometimes, he would simply drop by. They didn't speak much. Talk about the weather and such. But nothing serious, and never about him.

That is, until one day, Bellamy's had refused to let her watch the TV. He had insisted for her to get out and some fresh air. He had hidden the remote, but when he was called away by some of the staff monitoring her, she went ahead and turn the TV on anyway. Flipping through each channels, she stopped as she saw what her brother had not wanted her to witness.

There on the screen was the man who had caused all of this, smiling.

In shock, she dropped the glass of water she was drinking from. Bellamy had come running in, and checked her out. But then he heard the sound of the news and clenched his jaw.

"Bell, he's…he's."

"The official story is that he has been in a car accident. That's the best cover up they had for the number the Princess did on him."

"Clarke did that?"

Instead of answering her question, Bellamy turned around and unplugged the TV.

Steering her back to her bed, he settled down on the chair next to it.

"O, you know I'll do anything for you right?"

Octavia didn't answer but just stared at her unicorn duvet.

"I promise you O, he's going to pay for what he did to you. Do you hear me? I promise you that I'll do everything in my power to see he gets what he deserves. My lawyers are already working on it. Don't you worry. You'll safe again."

"Safe huh?" She asked sarcastically as she turned her face to meet his.

She could see how much her words hurt him. But he could not do what's already been done. Burning with the feeling of hurt, anger and desire for revenge, she laid down and closed her eyes.

"I need to go, O."

"Whatever." And she turned her back against him, so that he wouldn't see her silent tears of frustration.


"Hello, sweetheart."

His voiced vibrated through the small room.

It was pitch black, she could not see him from where she was sitting on her bed, but he was there alright.

"Stop the charade, Linc." She answered tiredly.

"Sassy. You must be better as you are already baring your fangs towards me within the minute we meet. I somehow imagined our reunion slightly different." He said with a mock innocence.

"Cut the crap, Lincoln, I did not summon you for a friendly chat."

"So now we're friends. Good to know. Do you mind telling your brother that he needs to stop being an a-hole now and then. It's such a shame, you Blakes are such eye candies, but your temperaments are enough flare a whole nation."

"We are not friends. You owe me a favour and that's it. Though, I will consider your offer if you can finish this deal for me."

"Go on then, sweetheart. What is it you are proposing? But I must warn you, if it's unicorn you're seeking I cannot help you. I'm good, but I'm not that good. Besides, perky, rainbow shitting horses, are not my thing."

Ignoring him completely, Octavia fisted her duvet.

"Kill him."

"Happy to comply."

Octavia let out a breath she did not know she had been holding.

"But…"

Those dreaded "buts" Octavia nearly ripped her duvet with the tension. But keeping her voice calm she said:

"Bellamy won't be an issue. You get rid of Murphy and your debt is cleared."

"Love, you misunderstand me. Your brother is not the problem. And owing such a lovely thing as yourself, is nothing. "

Hmph! Right, he hates debts.

"What else do you want? Money?" Octavia screamed in frustration.

"No, as nice it is of you to offer love. You got nothing I do not already have."

"Can you do it or not?" Octavia asked exhaustedly.

Lincoln simple looked at her with those intense eyes of his. Calming herself, she broke the silence.

"Then what are you waiting for?" She asked tiredly.

"Octavia sweetheart, I know it's only been a few years, but you cannot mean to say that our bond is to be severed just like that?"

"Lincoln. What's done is done. You promised me a favour all those years ago when I mislead the authority from your tail. Now, do this one thing for me. And whatever feelings you might think we may still harbour, those are only in your twisted mind. You never loved me. You're not capable of love. This is why I know you are good at your job. Do this one for me and we are through."

The room remained silent for some time. Octavia was almost afraid that he had changed his mind.

"Then the debt shall be repaid. But let me ask you."

Octavia replied with her silence. If he wanted to ask something, then he would despite her opposition.

Looking at her with ridiculous cute eyes not fitting his character, she knew exactly what he wanted.

"No way in hell." She shrugged.

"A peck. Promise" He tried again.

"You- " She never finished her sentence. Looking at his stupid grin she knew there was no point of resisting. What Lincoln wanted, he got - one –ay or another. Besides, it was not like she was being shy or anything. Still…

He came at her as she gulped. Twisting her sheets between her knuckles, she forced herself to stay calm. Closing her eyes, she did not realise it herself, but a tear escaped the corner of her eye.

She kept waiting and waiting, but nothing.

"Lincol-" She opened her eyes and gasped.

But he stopped her in midsentence by placing a small kiss on top of her forehead and lovingly caressing the back of her head. It was too much, she could not hold it anymore. In one move, she leapt into his embrace and buried herself against his chest. He did not say anything, but tightened his embrace around her as she released all those pent up frustrations that she unconsciously buried inside her.

After some time, she did not know how long, three minutes, an hour – an eternity later, it finally hit her. Ripping herself of his embrace, she caught a surprised look of his face before she slammed him down her bed.

"Darling, what on earth-" He cried, but she would not let him finish and shut him up by a savagely attacking his mouth with her own.

Thank the heavens, Lincoln's body was faster to respond than his head. His body immediately adjusted itself for her to fit more comfortably. The kissing was only ever interrupted when she fiercely peeled one piece of his clothing at a time.

Lincoln was nowhere submissive in anyway – busying himself with his hands all over her body. He had it much easier, she only wore a thin chemise, a pretty thing if one were to stop and admire it. She couldn't remember what colour it was, but the thing was so thin it left little to the imagination. Despite himself, he never once attempted to unclad her, she felt her nipples stiffening in anticipation and her breath grew more labours and hot.

With a frustrated roar she, left his mess of a face, and started to suck him hard all over his chest, going lower and lower – leaving scratch marks all over his upper body. But when she tugged his belt, damnation! Why would not the piece of shit undo itself. She was so busy with the belt, she had not noticed that Lincoln hands were no longer on her body but around her hands.

"O…"he whispered hoarsely.

Slapping his hands away, she continued to undo his belt.

"Octavia…stop… don't…"

Her vision grew blurry. Suddenly there was a wetness on both of their hands. She felt his large hands on her cheek.

"Darling, stop it." There was nothing to his tone. If anything, he sounded almost apologetic. But then the thought of Lincoln ever being apologetic was so ridiculous she almost burst in a laughing fit. He wiped away her tears then, angling her face towards his, forcing her to look into him.

"Sweetheart, he's not worth it."

That made her angry. He thought, she did this because of him. That filth!

In a swipe she wiped her eyes and nose and god knows what else, and caught Lincoln's eyes. Staring into that well of darkness, she raised her eyebrow in a challenge and grabbed her chemise and tugged it over her head. Never once breaking the eye contact. The corner of her mouth curved as she saw the man infront of her doing his best to plaster that poker face on. But she knew him – intimately. The sweat beads on his temple suggested an internal struggle.

She then slowly laid her body down his, his hard chest against her softer counterpart. Slowly, she ran her tongue on his neck, whilst at the same time, calmly unbuckling his trousers. Just when she was to slide his underwear down, he grabbed her wrists.

She was still on top of him and they both laid there completely still. Then he turned his head to meet her face and whispered.

"You sure?"

No! She was struggling hard. Closing her eyes, her body kept telling her she was mad. Her head telling her that this was silly.

Lincoln slowly released her wrists, and was carefully running his down her body.

I can do this, Octavia kept telling herself. She resumed tugging at his underwear. But when his hand was close to her sensitive area close to the upper thigh, her body stiffened.

Suddenly, the heat radiating from Lincoln's body was overbearing. His hands like iron branding her body. She screamed then.

She did not know how long it had been, but when she came to. It was daylight in the room. Rising to a sitting position she looked around for Lincoln. The room was empty.

There was a note on her desk and she rose to get it.

Rest well little sweetheart. Do not fret, I will do my goddess bidding.

It was hard to not roll her eyes at the statement, nevertheless she resumed reading the note.

As for last night, darling I know this, I do not care whether you used me to erase that asshole's touch – in fact I pretty much would have enjoyed it, truth to be told. You sure would, she thought bitterly.

But I am willing to wait. Till the day you are willing to come to me because you want to, not because you need to. So what I want to say is, don't feel bad about last night, as if, Octavia thought tiredly, it's not like I left empty handed. You've grown a lot in these past years since I've seen you. Particularly in the women department – I approve *wink*.

From the true Love of Your Life,

What the heck? Taking up the note, Octavia scrunched the piece of paper into a ball and threw shit into the bin. She caught her reflection in the full body mirror in the room. The bruises was fading, but were still ever present. She doubted they would ever disappear really. But then she looked down. Grabbing her breasts, she looked back at the bin. Smiling she left for a well-deserved shower.

"Get out of my way, imbecile."

Lincoln was just around the corner of the mansion of his target. Just when he was ready to skim the wall, this idiot showed up, blocking him.

"N…n..no." The boy barely stood straight. He was terrified of him. Smiling Lincoln simply calculated how long it would take for him to knock the boy out and then hid the body.

"No offense, mate. But your timing is impeccable. Now if you excuse me, I've got business to tend to."

By the look of the boy, Lincoln could tell that no KO was needed. The boy was petrified. He would not move.

Just when he the CCTV camera moved in the opposite direction, Lincoln knew that it was his cue. If he missed this chance, the opening would not be for another 6 minutes.

Just when he was by the wall, the boy blocked him. Well, he tried. But his move was enough to ruin the opportunity. Growling, he pulled the boy with him to a blind spot further down the street. He could not risk the chance of the boy pulling the same stunt again.

"What are you playing at, mate? Would you like to get us both killed or what?" Lincoln yelled as loud as the situation allowed him to. He had grabbed the boy by the neck and dragged the sodden thing along him. He threw the boy against the fence of someone's property. He knew that this one, was mostly for show, no motion detectors. He had after all, done his homework, despite his laid back attitude.

"And you better give me a good pitch, because right now, there's only you and your skinny ass between me and my next victim. Unless, you volunteer to take his place, I suggest you start talking. Now!" Lincoln hissed, terrifying the boy further. "Well? Chop, chop mate, haven't got all day."

"I'm….I'm…not..not…NOT…" The boy stuttered.

Rolling his eyes, quite visibly so, Lincoln made a move to punch the boy.

Closing his eye, the boy shouted:

"I'M NOT AFRAID!"

Stopping his fist barely an inch in front of the boy's big nose, Lincoln could not hold it any further. Dropping all pretence, he started to chuckled. Hard.

"What's….what's so-o-o….fu-u-u-nny-y-y-y…"

That did it. He was now doubling in laughter.

After his fit, Lincoln finally got himself together, and put his hand on one of the boy's shoulder.

"Jasper, was it huh?"

The boy nodded.

"You've earned my respect, mate. I can now drop the whole psychotic-evil-lunatic-mass-murderer act, right?"

The boy just dropped his jaw dumb-folded. Chuckling, Lincoln used his index finger to close the jaw.

"Now, now. As much fun we have, we'll have to take it over a drink some time. I've got a promise to fulfil."

Lincoln patted the either sides of the boy's cheek and was all about ready to go, when the boy grabbed his shoulder. And he felt a sharp pain on his neck.

A man, looking like a boy, yet was not a boy. He should have seen it coming. Never, underestimate anyone. Friend today, foe tomorrow. He should not have let his guard down. Spinning around to see the face of his assailant. He grinned.

"Kudos to you mate, you caught me. Say hi to Blake. I finally…..see…wha-a-at h-ee…se-ee-s-s in y…o-o-ou…" Lincoln managed to slur out before feeling numb. He was conscious, just not able to so move anything.

"I'm terribly sorry, man. But I cannot let you do it. The Captain asked me to look out for the two of you. Please it's nothing personal really. Quite frankly, I wouldn't have minded it if you had gotten to that son of a bitch, but orders is orders."

I'm sorry, sweetheart. It just was not meant to be.


CHAPTER NOTES CONTINUED.

So this is where I lay out my case and you'll be the judge. Nya, I'm just joking but, truth to be told the reason for the lack of updates is what we all known as LIFE.

I've mentioned it before, but I am currently a med-student, and the end of last semester was just crazy in all proportions.

Also, just like everyone else, I do need to make a living, so I've been working my butt off.

And then there was the SDCC, which frankly killed me (no, I did not even attempt Hall H) but, San Diego lit is across the globe from where I live, so plane tickets, travelling fees, living fee, provisions - shit is costly (hence why I've worked my ass off!)

But SDCC gave me a chance to see Bob and Eliza IRL, not to mention Ricky, he's such a great guy off screen.

But then, you ask, SDCC ended in July - so why wait till August? Well, if I'm paying that much money to travel across the world, I might as well do some sightseeing. For you guys living in California, I'll shall pray to the god of evil heaven for some rain. As for the folks living in New York, all I say it - thank the goddess for aircons!

But one of the most relevant reasons for the slow update is that my beta, had moved and internet can be a bitch to set up (and the fact that I kidnapped her for my selfish trip).

There you have it, so what's the judgement? Am I redeemable? Or shall turn myself in?

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