Okay, I meant to do this on the first chapter by I'll do it now. First,
thanx to Alejandra for helping me with Leon's character. Two, thanx to
Maeve for trying to help think of a name for the story and for encouraging
me. Thanx the Rebecca for the good feedback. And thanx to Nine Inch Nails
(even though they prolly won't read this) for the "divine inspiration" that
finally got me the name for the story. If I hadn't have been listenin to
the story, I'd prolly still be thinking of names. Enjoy!
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Dallas was getting really bored. It had been a week already and she had been chained to Deacon's bed the whole time. He had only unchained her one time so she could take a shower. He was the only person that she had seen and was getting rather tired of their routine. He had come in the day before and told her that he had Fang and he was safe so she was relieved about that but she still didn't like being pinned up in his room, not knowing where she was.
She was sitting on the bed, staring at the wall and letting her arm hang freely in the handcuffs when Deacon came in. "I thought you could use a cigarette."
"Whoa, aren't you perceptive?" She said sarcastically. He handed her a cigarette and she lit it. "How's Fang? You said you had him but you never brought him to see me."
"He's fine. Mercury just fed him. He seems to like it here."
"That makes one of us."
"I'm sure I can make your stay a little more enjoyable."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah." He said, getting really close to her.
"And how are you gonna do that?" She said softly.
"I could think of something." He started kissing her and leaned forward, causing her to lie down so he was now lying on top of her. He kissed her down her neck as he moved his hands to her waist.
She felt his fangs on her neck and pushed him away. "We can't do this."
He stood up and looked at her. He really wanted her and he knew she wanted him but she wouldn't give in. He walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him, and went downstairs.
"Fuck." Dallas said. Then she started thinking. This is the perfect chance for her to get out of her restraints. She knew for sure now that Deacon wanted her so he wouldn't kill her if she tried to escape. She knew the worst thing that would happen is he would smack her around a little and she'd be healed in a few days anyway. It was a long shot but she decided to try. She turned to face the head board of the bed. She grabbed the chain with her right hand then grabbed it with her free hand. She put her foot up against the titanium head board and pushed. At the same time, she pulled with all the strength she could. She felt something pop in her shoulder and pain shot up and down her arm. She didn't care, though. She kept pulling until she heard someone walk in the room. She kind of hoped it was Deacon coming back to finish what he started. She turned around and saw Quinn standing by the door. "What the fuck do you want?" She asked.
"Well, from the looks of it, Deac's done with you so I guess it's my turn." He said with an amused smile on his face. He jumped at her and was met with a boot in the face.
"You guessed wrong."
"You bitch." He jumped at her again and, again, was met with a boot to the face.
She turned back to the head board and, with a large burst of strength, pulled on the chain and snapped one of the links, breaking herself free.
Quinn attempted to jump on her one more time and she rolled out of the way and he landed on the bed. "Stop fighting me." He said. He tackled her, knocking her to the ground. She struggled to get free but her arm was hurting bad. "Come on, you might enjoy it." She spat in his face and he smacked her hard then chuckled.
She squirmed to break free then realized her way out. She lifted her knee, connecting hard with his groin. He roared in pain and rolled onto the floor. She jumped and ran over to the nightstand and picked up the crystal ashtray that was sitting on it. He stood up and she beamed it at his head. He dodged it and hit the door.
Mercury, who was sitting in the living room, heard the ashtray hit the door and walked out into the hallway. She heard Quinn and Dallas struggling and went back into the living room. She picked up Deacon's headset off the coffee table. "Where's Deacon?" She said into it.
"He's on the blood level." A voice came through the headset.
"Tell him he needs to get up here now."
Back in the bedroom, Quinn had Dallas pinned up against the door. She head butted him, kneed him in his stomach, and pushed him to the floor. She turned and grabbed the door handle.
"FUCK!" She said. The door was locked.
"You didn't really think it was gonna be that easy, did you?" Quinn said. She turned to face him and he punched her in the face. She grabbed her face and he slammed her against the door, ramming her spine into the handle. He chuckled when she moaned in pain. Then he slowly ran his hand down her breast, across her stomach, then down to the buckle on her pants. He unbuttoned them and licked the side of her face.
She pushed his hand away and he slapped her then grabbed her by her throat, still holding her against the door. She raised her arm and brought it down on his. She kneed him repeatedly in the stomach then slammed his head against the door four times and pushed him to the ground. She then fell to the ground herself and pushed herself to the bathroom and leaned against the wall by the door.
Deacon and Mercury came in the room and looked at her and Quinn.
"Deac, man, she's crazy." Quinn said.
"Merc, get him out of here." Deacon said, looking at Dallas. Mercury did as she was told and closed the door behind her. "You're shoulder's dislocated." He said to Dallas.
She tried to pull herself up off the floor but couldn't. Deacon leaned down and helped her up. "Don't touch me." She said as he helped her up. She pushed him away. "I can take care of myself." She turned and lined her shoulder up with the doorframe of the bathroom then rammed her shoulder into it hard, popping it back into place. She grunted in pain and fell back down to the floor.
"You need a doctor."
"No. I don't need a doctor. I just need ice."
"Ice?"
"Ice, Deacon."
"How'd you dislocate your shoulder like that?"
"I broke your handcuffs."
He stood and looked at her for a second then picked her up and carried her back to the bed.
"No. Don't. I'm sorry. Don't chain me back to the bed. Please."
"Don't worry. I'm not gonna chain you back up. Besides, you broke my handcuffs, I couldn't even if I wanted to. Look, I'm gonna send Mercury in to help you get cleaned up, okay?"
She nodded at him and he left the room.
"Mercury, get some ice for her shoulder. Go in there, clean her up." He said when he got into the living room.
"Okay." Mercury left the room and he turned to face Quinn. She walked into the room and sat on the side of the bed. Dallas had started to drift off the sleep and she brushed the hair out of her face, waking her back up and causing her to flinch. "It's okay." She said. She put the ice on her shoulder and started wiping the blood off her face and neck.
Quinn had left big cuts, scratches, and bruises all over her face, chest and stomach and there were finger prints on her wrists from where he had pinned her against the wall. He had ripped her shirt down the front, exposing her bra.
"You need another shirt." Mercury said to her. She stood up and walked over to the closet. She pulled out one of Deacon's black button-up shirts and tossed it over onto the bed.
Dallas pushed herself up into a sitting position slowly and grabbed the shirt. She stripped her off and pain shot up her spine from where Quinn had slammed her into the door. She hissed in pain and turned her head to see if she could see a mark.
Mercury walked over and looked at her back. She ran her fingers over the spot where she hit the door and she flinched in pain. "Okay, put the shirt. Get some rest. Someone will be in the check on you later."
"Okay."
Mercury walked to the door and opened it.
"Mercury."
She stopped and turned around. "Yeah."
"Thanks."
"No problem." She walked out of the room and closed the door. She went into the living room where Deacon was still standing in the doorway, smoking a cigarette, staring down Quinn.
He finished his cigarette and walked up to Quinn. "Are you out of your fucking mind? What the FUCK were you doing to her? Huh?"
"Nothing." Quinn lied. "She was trying to get away. I was just trying to stop her."
"You expect me to believe you? Her shoulder was dislocated. Her shirt was ripped open. For fuck sake, her fucking pants were unzipped. What was she trying to do? Seduce you and then run out when you got distracted?"
"No. But I didn't dislocate her shoulder. She did that on her own when she was trying to get out of the handcuffs."
"SHUT UP!" He yelled. Then his voice changed to a calm tone. "You ever touch her again, I'll let her loose on your ass. And if she doesn't kill you, I swear to fucking god, I will." He walked out of the room and went to the bedroom. Dallas had already fallen asleep so he made sure he was quiet as he stripped off his shirt, walked over to the side of the bed, and climbed in. He laid and watched the woman sleeping beside him. She was so beautiful. Even when she was bruised and beaten, she was a ray of light in his dark world. He didn't want to admit it, but he loved her. He's always been set on world domination, thinking that all humans were was cattle, and here he finds himself in love with one. His feelings confused him and he didn't like being confused at all. As smart as he was, he didn't know how to handle this. He slowly drifted off to sleep, thinking about his situation and how much he wanted Dallas to stay with him forever.
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Dallas was getting really bored. It had been a week already and she had been chained to Deacon's bed the whole time. He had only unchained her one time so she could take a shower. He was the only person that she had seen and was getting rather tired of their routine. He had come in the day before and told her that he had Fang and he was safe so she was relieved about that but she still didn't like being pinned up in his room, not knowing where she was.
She was sitting on the bed, staring at the wall and letting her arm hang freely in the handcuffs when Deacon came in. "I thought you could use a cigarette."
"Whoa, aren't you perceptive?" She said sarcastically. He handed her a cigarette and she lit it. "How's Fang? You said you had him but you never brought him to see me."
"He's fine. Mercury just fed him. He seems to like it here."
"That makes one of us."
"I'm sure I can make your stay a little more enjoyable."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah." He said, getting really close to her.
"And how are you gonna do that?" She said softly.
"I could think of something." He started kissing her and leaned forward, causing her to lie down so he was now lying on top of her. He kissed her down her neck as he moved his hands to her waist.
She felt his fangs on her neck and pushed him away. "We can't do this."
He stood up and looked at her. He really wanted her and he knew she wanted him but she wouldn't give in. He walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him, and went downstairs.
"Fuck." Dallas said. Then she started thinking. This is the perfect chance for her to get out of her restraints. She knew for sure now that Deacon wanted her so he wouldn't kill her if she tried to escape. She knew the worst thing that would happen is he would smack her around a little and she'd be healed in a few days anyway. It was a long shot but she decided to try. She turned to face the head board of the bed. She grabbed the chain with her right hand then grabbed it with her free hand. She put her foot up against the titanium head board and pushed. At the same time, she pulled with all the strength she could. She felt something pop in her shoulder and pain shot up and down her arm. She didn't care, though. She kept pulling until she heard someone walk in the room. She kind of hoped it was Deacon coming back to finish what he started. She turned around and saw Quinn standing by the door. "What the fuck do you want?" She asked.
"Well, from the looks of it, Deac's done with you so I guess it's my turn." He said with an amused smile on his face. He jumped at her and was met with a boot in the face.
"You guessed wrong."
"You bitch." He jumped at her again and, again, was met with a boot to the face.
She turned back to the head board and, with a large burst of strength, pulled on the chain and snapped one of the links, breaking herself free.
Quinn attempted to jump on her one more time and she rolled out of the way and he landed on the bed. "Stop fighting me." He said. He tackled her, knocking her to the ground. She struggled to get free but her arm was hurting bad. "Come on, you might enjoy it." She spat in his face and he smacked her hard then chuckled.
She squirmed to break free then realized her way out. She lifted her knee, connecting hard with his groin. He roared in pain and rolled onto the floor. She jumped and ran over to the nightstand and picked up the crystal ashtray that was sitting on it. He stood up and she beamed it at his head. He dodged it and hit the door.
Mercury, who was sitting in the living room, heard the ashtray hit the door and walked out into the hallway. She heard Quinn and Dallas struggling and went back into the living room. She picked up Deacon's headset off the coffee table. "Where's Deacon?" She said into it.
"He's on the blood level." A voice came through the headset.
"Tell him he needs to get up here now."
Back in the bedroom, Quinn had Dallas pinned up against the door. She head butted him, kneed him in his stomach, and pushed him to the floor. She turned and grabbed the door handle.
"FUCK!" She said. The door was locked.
"You didn't really think it was gonna be that easy, did you?" Quinn said. She turned to face him and he punched her in the face. She grabbed her face and he slammed her against the door, ramming her spine into the handle. He chuckled when she moaned in pain. Then he slowly ran his hand down her breast, across her stomach, then down to the buckle on her pants. He unbuttoned them and licked the side of her face.
She pushed his hand away and he slapped her then grabbed her by her throat, still holding her against the door. She raised her arm and brought it down on his. She kneed him repeatedly in the stomach then slammed his head against the door four times and pushed him to the ground. She then fell to the ground herself and pushed herself to the bathroom and leaned against the wall by the door.
Deacon and Mercury came in the room and looked at her and Quinn.
"Deac, man, she's crazy." Quinn said.
"Merc, get him out of here." Deacon said, looking at Dallas. Mercury did as she was told and closed the door behind her. "You're shoulder's dislocated." He said to Dallas.
She tried to pull herself up off the floor but couldn't. Deacon leaned down and helped her up. "Don't touch me." She said as he helped her up. She pushed him away. "I can take care of myself." She turned and lined her shoulder up with the doorframe of the bathroom then rammed her shoulder into it hard, popping it back into place. She grunted in pain and fell back down to the floor.
"You need a doctor."
"No. I don't need a doctor. I just need ice."
"Ice?"
"Ice, Deacon."
"How'd you dislocate your shoulder like that?"
"I broke your handcuffs."
He stood and looked at her for a second then picked her up and carried her back to the bed.
"No. Don't. I'm sorry. Don't chain me back to the bed. Please."
"Don't worry. I'm not gonna chain you back up. Besides, you broke my handcuffs, I couldn't even if I wanted to. Look, I'm gonna send Mercury in to help you get cleaned up, okay?"
She nodded at him and he left the room.
"Mercury, get some ice for her shoulder. Go in there, clean her up." He said when he got into the living room.
"Okay." Mercury left the room and he turned to face Quinn. She walked into the room and sat on the side of the bed. Dallas had started to drift off the sleep and she brushed the hair out of her face, waking her back up and causing her to flinch. "It's okay." She said. She put the ice on her shoulder and started wiping the blood off her face and neck.
Quinn had left big cuts, scratches, and bruises all over her face, chest and stomach and there were finger prints on her wrists from where he had pinned her against the wall. He had ripped her shirt down the front, exposing her bra.
"You need another shirt." Mercury said to her. She stood up and walked over to the closet. She pulled out one of Deacon's black button-up shirts and tossed it over onto the bed.
Dallas pushed herself up into a sitting position slowly and grabbed the shirt. She stripped her off and pain shot up her spine from where Quinn had slammed her into the door. She hissed in pain and turned her head to see if she could see a mark.
Mercury walked over and looked at her back. She ran her fingers over the spot where she hit the door and she flinched in pain. "Okay, put the shirt. Get some rest. Someone will be in the check on you later."
"Okay."
Mercury walked to the door and opened it.
"Mercury."
She stopped and turned around. "Yeah."
"Thanks."
"No problem." She walked out of the room and closed the door. She went into the living room where Deacon was still standing in the doorway, smoking a cigarette, staring down Quinn.
He finished his cigarette and walked up to Quinn. "Are you out of your fucking mind? What the FUCK were you doing to her? Huh?"
"Nothing." Quinn lied. "She was trying to get away. I was just trying to stop her."
"You expect me to believe you? Her shoulder was dislocated. Her shirt was ripped open. For fuck sake, her fucking pants were unzipped. What was she trying to do? Seduce you and then run out when you got distracted?"
"No. But I didn't dislocate her shoulder. She did that on her own when she was trying to get out of the handcuffs."
"SHUT UP!" He yelled. Then his voice changed to a calm tone. "You ever touch her again, I'll let her loose on your ass. And if she doesn't kill you, I swear to fucking god, I will." He walked out of the room and went to the bedroom. Dallas had already fallen asleep so he made sure he was quiet as he stripped off his shirt, walked over to the side of the bed, and climbed in. He laid and watched the woman sleeping beside him. She was so beautiful. Even when she was bruised and beaten, she was a ray of light in his dark world. He didn't want to admit it, but he loved her. He's always been set on world domination, thinking that all humans were was cattle, and here he finds himself in love with one. His feelings confused him and he didn't like being confused at all. As smart as he was, he didn't know how to handle this. He slowly drifted off to sleep, thinking about his situation and how much he wanted Dallas to stay with him forever.