A/N: Thanks for the reviews! It makes my day! This is the same part except from Seamus' point of view. It's pretty strong PG-13 (I just can't help myself!) Chapter 3 will be up soon.
He had known that she would come. He knew Helen. Overconfident in her abilities and foolhardy, she would come even knowing that he would be waiting for her. Qualities he had loved in her once. Once.
He knew the minute she and her friends had the rings. He waited 10 seconds, and then "Oi, going so soon. Couldn't wait for me 5 minutes, Helen? Well I've waited for you…" and he had, oh he had waited. Waited for this day when he could see her again. He had had 8 years to fantasize about it, about what she was going to look like, what he would say, how she would react, and how he would fight her and kill her, relishing the moment.
But this sudden exposure to her in the flesh was different than he anticipated, simply because he hadn't expected to still want her, to feel the pull of her body even though they were 20 feet from each other. As he strolled toward her, reciting the words he had always imagined saying to her, he allowed himself time to look her over, examine her and watch for her reaction. She had allowed her natural red hair to finally come forth instead of the bleach blonde locks he had caressed years ago. It suited her. Her face was older, but even more beautiful than he remembered. Her body was toned and firm, powerful yet still possessing luscious curves. His eyes lingered on her ass, and remembered how, years ago, he had sworn to her that he could pick her ass out of a line-up, he loved it so much.
"Helen, I see you've still got the same lovely arse on ya" he drew out, watching her reaction. Her face remained stony, but in her eyes he could see a swirl of emotions. Those eyes he used to lose himself – full of fire and passion just for him.
He felt his brothers-in-arms gather behind him as backup. He would need them to distract the other two girls, for whom he only had a quick glance. His eyes were completely focused on Helen. She had the rings, he could see them dangling on her pointy finger. "Give us the rings" he commanded, reaching out his hand.
He could see the hesitation in her face, waiting, testing him, uncertain of the situation. "Give us the rings" he commanded a second time, reaching out his hand toward her. Finally, she gave in, holding out her small hand so he could take the rings. As he did so, he purposefully slid this forefinger lightly over hers, partially to see what her reaction was and also partly as an excuse to touch her.
The slight touch made him tremble on the inside, and he watched her intently to see if it affected her in the same way. He was rewarded by her tiny shiver and the slight movement thrilled him. He could still touch her – he who in the past was able to illicit her passionate reaction with a simple caress. Seamus knew that through 8 years in which she could have been making a new life her every attempt at a relationship had failed miserably, and now he knew why. She still wanted him, even after everything that had happened. He himself had spent that time dreaming of her – her sweet body, her beautiful face, and how she would look when he killed her.
She raised her eyes to look at him, and he stared right back at her, daring her to look away, and demanding that she face up to her past. Her hazel eyes held courage, confusion, hate, and just the smallest amount of fear. Was that desire he saw also? He wasn't sure. Her tall skinny friend finally spoke up, claiming that she would have the rings back within 48 seconds. Seamus could feel a fight coming, and his body was twitching in anticipation.
Suddenly they were plunged into darkness as the black-haired chick kicked off the lights. When the machine guns were finished blasting *what the fuck are they thinking? I told 'em that she was mine to kill!* Seamus flipped the lights back on, looking over his shoulder at Helen as he did so. "You know I always like it with the lights on" he berated her, and her eyes widened slightly at his comment.
Then she and her friends launched into action, kicking and punching his men who were twice their weight. The other two girls were good, flipping through the air and evading the attacks of his boys. He only had eyes for Helen though, and he stood watching her brutally punch O'Connell in the jaw. She had always been a fighter, tough as nails – just one of the things that had attracted him to her. He had taught her a few moves when they were dating, and she had once protected herself in a real nasty bar fight. But over the years she had improved so much that she was incredible to watch. She was hitting with a strength that none would suspect from her tiny frame, and he found himself wanting to bend her over a crate and spank her sweet arse as he pounded into her. He was itching to fight her.
Seamus grabbed his favorite weapons – 2 carved machetes given to him by his uncle. He saw his opportunity and lunged toward her with both blades pointing at her neck. She effortlessly dodged him and with an ariel missed his next attack. "You've gotten good Helen", he complimented her.
With a roundhouse she kicked away one of his machetes. "You don't know me anymore, Seamus" she spat at him, sinking into a fighting stance on the floor in front of him.
"I'm the only one here who truly knows you." He sent back to her, knowing that it was the truth. He was sure that her friends knew nothing of Helen's violent childhood, unloving family, dark passions, or…He had researched her entire life since he had been released from prison, and so he knew about her failed relationships, her loneliness, her Angel's training, and her desire to forget her past. Trouble for her was that he was her past, and he was here to stay.
Seamus could see in her slight hesitation that she knew his statement was true too, even though she was loath to admit it. She lunged at him and he flung her against a steel cargo container. Suddenly his rage exploded – * How dare you deny the truth? You belong to me, little bitch! How could you do that to me? How could you throw away what we had?* She looked at him, slightly stunned, and barely moved as he smashed his hand into the steel next to her head, denting it in a few inches. Before she could react again, he had gripped her throat, his arm muscles clenched like a vice as he lifted her off the ground. This way, she looked so helpless, so harmless, so beautiful…
Thunk! She had taken advantage of his momentary lapse of concentration and had broken away from him. Seamus was right behind her, and managed to pin her against a wooden crate, with his hips flush against her still perfect ass. * God, Helen! You feel better than I remember! * "You know Helen, I've never wanted you more."
She trembled slightly in his arms, then pushed him away. "Typical Seamus. You've always wanted what you couldn't have." She taunted back.
She ran away from him, and Seamus picked up a hand axe and rushed after her. He let his anger take over as he slashed at her with the axe, but with a quick jump she was up a rope that he immediately cut. At once, the heavy cargo that had been hanging by the rope began to plummet to the ground, shooting Helen and the others (who had quickly jumped on) up toward the ceiling.
He knew that she would try to leave the boat, so he pounded up the stairs to the deck, several of his men fast behind him. As he got to the deck he saw the 3 women slide down the docking rope on wood planks. Seeing Helen getting away from him, Seamus didn't even think twice as he flung himself over the side of the boat, dropping 30 feet to land hard on the dock. *Fuck woman!* He shook himself off and ran after her. As he rounded the corner of the dock, he saw the black haired girl spraying the dock with fire from a flamethrower. Helen was standing next to her, watching him.
His friends tried to hold him back, but Seamus knew that he had to get to her. *Nothing can hurt me now, Helen…you see, I'll walk through fire to get you* He steeled himself and slowly began walking through the flames. He could feel the heat around him but he was focused on her. As he came through the last layer of flames, he saw Helen, lying on the ground were she had evidently fallen. Her eyes widened and for the first time he thought she truly looked scared, seeing him emerge from the flames. "Seamus…" he saw her silently mouth.
He strode toward her, watching her backpedal on the ground. "Nothing you can do can hurt me now, Helen. I'm going to teach you and your friends about pain." He knew that she could take a threat to herself but not to her friends. *Ahhh Helen, always the protector, you were. I know you Helen.* Her eyes held his, and he could see the confusion, fear, and desire that she was feeling. It was like heroin to him, both quenching his need to dominate her and fueling his desire for more, for her.
She finally made it to her feet, and with one more glance over her shoulder, ran off to join her friends. Seamus was not upset about her getting away, because he knew he had planted the seed in her mind, and that the next time, she would come to him.
And he knew he could wait. He was good at waiting. And he would wait forever to get Helen.
