(To be honest with you guys I think I'm not going to make anymore fan fiction, it's not really my thing, I like original stories better. I've started an original series a long time ago, and as soon as I edit them how I like I might try to get them published, but for now, and possibly forever, this is my last fan fiction story. Still a bit more too go on this one. Enjoy!)

Ashley

It wasn't like Dare thought I'd stay where he left me. I never stayed when he told me to, and I had a very good reason to believe that I wasn't safe here. I felt my way to a light and turned it on. I grabbed what I thought I'd need, basically a weapon. It took me a moment to look for something I could carry that wouldn't stab me or be a complete danger to me in case I needed to run. The best I could find was a pocket knife. Well, at least it was something right?

I shut the light off after grabbing a set of keys from the table and felt my way to the front door. I shut the door and locked it, and right as I heard the lock click I heard a voice behind me.

"Ashley." I froze, to afraid to turn around.

It was familiar but I couldn't quite pin down who's voice it was. I turned around and Brad was standing there gripping Kim by her hair hair roughly, holding her hostage.

"Mark's looking for you." He said as Kim stared at me, her eyes pleading with me for help.

But what was I supposed to do? I literally had nothing more than a little pocket knife and I realized how stupid it was for me to even have thought that would help me fight a werewolf.

"Really? Then why didn't he come here himself, was he so much of a coward that he had to send you?" I replied venomously.

"He's a bit busy at the moment." Brad replied, his voice showed no resentment or impatience.

I stared at Brad, he had no reason to act so cool and calm, unless his pack had the upper hand.

"And what is it that he is busy with, exactly?" I asked, trying hard not to let my lip quiver.

He merely smiled at me.

"That is entirely up to you Ashley."

"Ashley run!" Kim begged. "Don't listen to Brad, please. You need to get out of here, they-" Brad silenced Kim with a tug of her hair and a kiss to her lips.

But I could not move. I was scared. Scared of what Brad meant by up to me. What was up to me? Kim struggled with his lips against hers, she was trying to protest, and then her fighting grew weak. She seemed somewhat exhausted as she let him kiss her. Her eyes had a sort of look to them as though she needed sleep, I attempted to push Brad off of her, but he grabbed a hold of my hand and ended his kiss with Kim.

"Give me your knife." He said, eying the pocket knife in my hand.

"Why, it can't hurt you anyway." I feigning innocence.

He glared at me and I heard his teeth grind together.

"Brad, baby..." Kim murmured, her tone flirtatious, devilish, if a bit tired.

She used that tone only when she was flirting with Jared, never anyone else. Kim had kept some exclusive things between Jared and herself, she had told me all her little telltale signs of trying to seduce Jared, though she told me it was never that hard. Brad turned immediately to Kim, his eyes caught hers, and she tilted her head back.

"Come on lets just go baby, I'm so tiiiireeed." She dragged her word on, her lips pulled into a pout and she leaned against him.

He seemed so taken by her, he loosened his grip on my arm, but then he whispered.

"Alright my baby." He kissed her cheek affectionately, as though within him he still had that protective instinct.

He held us both, but he was distracted now, he held Kim by her hand. She was playing him, and she was playing him well. His hand gripped my wrist tightly. He did not care for me, and I knew it was best for me not to draw attention to myself as he eyed Kim, whispered sweet things in her ear that Kim did not care to hear, but she sighed, nudged him, yawned, and groaned in exhaustion. She knew how to play him for the fool he was. He took in all that she gave. Her bait was like the finest of steaks. How could he even hope to resist her? I stayed quiet, and moved at their pace as he walked us into the forest.

Oh god, how the forest looked so terrifying at night. I walked without knowing where I was going, until Kim collapsed to the ground and Brad freaked out.

"Kim!" He cried as he let go of me without a thought.

I grew concerned as well and when he laid his head against her chest to see if her heart was still beating she mouthed the word run to me. I nodded and she closed her eyes before I turned, and silently left them. But I soon found it to be a mistake. It was too dark to navigate properly, though the trees sometimes let moonlight through. I walked for a long while, and finally rested against the trunk of a tree. I silently prayed that Dare would find me. Though with the distant sounds of fighting going on, I prayed he wasn't injured as well.

"Look what we got here..." Marks voice echoed against the trees.

I looked around and squinted in the darkness hoping to make out a silhouette or a shadow, or him, but I saw only the darkness itself. My lip quivered as I tried desperately to find him in the darkness.

"All by yourself... you came looking for me?" He asked. "What a good girl you are to come by yourself, right to me."

I cringed at the sound of him trying to smooth his words like honey, but there was anger there, anger and jealousy, and violence hidden in his voice. I refused to speak, to encourage him. I had no reason to speak or reply. He was toying with me plain and simple. Though a question was on my lips and I my heart was begging for an answer. Where is Dare?

"You must be freezing." He continued. "I can warm you up easily, I have but one favor to ask of you."

"A favor?" I spat, forgetting my silence.

I heard him chuckle incredibly close by and I froze.

"Yes a favor..." He whispered in my ear.

My breathing became ragged. I could not hear him move closer, I could not see him, I could not move. He gently stroked my hair, though he had an obvious desire to do more. He pulled my hair back away from my neck, and he kissed my neck from behind. My lips quivered still.

"A deal, we could make." I said with no emotion, before I lost the ability to bargain with him.

"A deal?" He repeated in a whisper.

His lips settled against the skin at my neck as he began to suck. I breathed in sharply and held my breath, as to hold back a moan.

"Yes." I let out the word. "Dare."

He lifted his head from my neck and I let out my breath.

"Dare?" He snarled, he did not even try to conceal his hatred. "Always Dare, the bastard."

"Yes it is always Dare." I said defiantly, and he pressed his lips against my neck with force and when he began to suck on my skin there it was all to quick for me to respond the way I wanted and I let out a moan.

"There we go, good girl." He whispered in my ear.

I shivered and my vision blurred slightly as tears came to my eyes.

"Now, what deal... is it you'd like to make with me?" He asked.

"Dare, I want him alive, and safe." I said carefully.

"And what is it you're willing to bargain?" He asked, again playing with my hair, as his fingers shook slightly.

He was barely holding himself back.

"Myself."

That was exactly what he wanted.

"What do you mean? You're going to have to be very clear with me." He said with a grin in his voice.

I closed my eyes as the tears spilled over. He knew exactly what I was offering him.

"First." I said, trying to take control of the situation.

I commanded myself to gain control over my fear as I turned to face Mark. I wasn't ready to see his eyes shining in the dark as they captured my own. I was slightly caught off guard. They had an intensity that forced me to continuing looking into them. It wasn't anything pleasant that I saw in his eyes. I took in a breath and then built up enough courage to continue.

"I want to know where Dare is." I said though my voice wavered a bit and he grinned at me.

"After you give me what I want..." He said as he looked down at my lips.

My lip quivered and jutted out in defiance as I remembered my pocket knife.

"Fine." I said, and he smiled at me devilishly, as he leaned down to kiss me I brought the knife to his stomach and plunged it into his flesh with all the strength I had left.

He cried out, and I ran without waiting for him to recover.

"Dare!" I screamed.

I ran as fast as I could, stumbling as I went.

"Dare!" Tears were in my voice.

"Ashley, my dear, why not quiet your voice down a bit? I'm sure Dare is doing just fine." It was his father's voice I heard.