Sydney could feel his arms around her, hear him say something about blanks,
but it didn't matter. He'd pushed her over the edge. She'd asked for death.
Turned her back on him and given him an easy target. He couldn't even kill
her. Two years of ticking him off and playing endless cat and mouse games
and he decides he doesn't want to kill her, he wants to...Sydney shuddered.
Sark was insane, this was a nightmare, she'd died and gone to hell for her sins. Any excuse was better than the truth. Sark's grip was loose and the door was wide open. How could she resist such a welcome invitation? She pulled away from him with lightening precision and ran for the door. She made it to the stairs, running purely on adrenaline, hatred and fear. She got down the stairs before she realized he wasn't rushing after her. He was walking down the stairs, a slight grin tugging at his lips.
She found the door and pulled it. It didn't budge. She pulled it harder now, but it was locked. She tried ramming into it, but only succeeded in bruising her shoulder. Sark was standing by her now, but she wouldn't look at him. She leant against the door and faced the solid wood that kept her from the outside world and her guardian Angel.
"Syd..." She banged the door with her fist and scraped her knuckles. "Let...me...go!" She growled. Her tone almost feral as the adrenaline had yet to wear off. He tried to place a hand on her shoulder; she shuddered again and pulled it away from his grasp. He gave in and walked away from her back upstairs and left her downstairs in the inescapable house. She collapsed to the floor and sighed. Why couldn't he hate her? Why couldn't he wish her dead? Was it so hard to hate your arch nemesis, the women who had plagued your career for the past two years?
She searched downstairs and found no windows, no other doors than the front and no handy air ducts. She swallowed her pride and went upstairs. Her room was at the end and the door was open, but Sark wasn't in sight. She opened three of the four other doors and eventually found him in a lavishly furnished room, packing up his meager possessions. "We're leaving." He muttered, refusing to look at her. Sydney felt a pang of guilt. She'd really hurt him...What was she thinking? Sark had abducted her! Saved your life. Abducted Will. Let him live and confessed his feelings of love to the women who most wanted him dead. Do you?
She scolded her mind for thinking such things. Sark was an assassin, a cocky, pompous and grating Killer! With amazing eyes and blonde hair you've been dying to run your hands through. "Where?" She had to talk to someone other than herself; she didn't like what she was saying.
He finished packing the duffel bag and threw a pair of handcuffs at her. "I don't wish to divulge that with you, miss Bristow." Back to the arrogant, shielded man who she felt no remorse for what so ever. She just looked at the handcuffs; the cold metal sent a shiver to her spine. "Where are we going?" She repeated. He frowned slightly in impatience. Then he stormed over, grabbed her wrists and forced the cuffs on to her already bruised wrists.
He grabbed the metal chain that kept both hands together and practically pulled her out of the room and down the stairs. He threw his duffel bag into the back of his green convertible and forced her into the front passenger seat. 'We're going for a drive." "Whoopee!" She muttered sarcastically. Just what she wanted to do. Take a drive with a cold-blooded killer she'd just rejected. As he drove she recognized familiar places in the dark streets. They were coming closer to their final destination and Sydney had a feeling she knew where they were going already.
Sure enough he pulled into the abandoned garage of the Credit Dauphine (the old front for SD-6) and took her down in the private elevator that had not been shut off. He was completely silent all the way through SD- 6. Sydney began to remember the events leading up to its destruction and smiled. She'd kissed Vaughn there. Sark scowled. "Your boyfriend won't be able to help you miss Bristow." Oh no, he knew about Vaughn.
He sat her on what was left of her old desk and took a seat on the station where Dixon used to work opposite her. "I'm sure Agent Vaughn must be distraught by now. He can't be much of a protector. He isn't here to help you is he?" Sydney felt a surge of confidence rush through her body. "He's my guardian angel." At this Sark laughed cruelly at her. "Then where is he? Why has left you with a fallen angel?" She stared at Sark and when, on the rare occasion, he smiled genuinely he did look like an angel, but in his enraged state the title 'fallen angel' suited him. He found her gaze and smirked. He pounced on her and soon had his lips over hers.
She tried to push him away, but the handcuffs restricted her and soon he had her hands pinned above her head. His tongue tried to slide into her mouth like the serpent he was and she tried desperately to keep her mouth closed. She felt his legs clamp her side and aggravate her wound. She groaned in pain and he seized his opportunity. As she felt his tongue slide into her mouth she screamed. He only grinned and continued the attack on her mouth. After a few moments he sat up again and panted for breath. The fear in her eyes wounded him. "Syd..." He choked. "I'm...I'm so sorry." He put a hand around her cheek and she flinched. She was fighting tears and loosing as stray drops of salty sadness escaped her eyes. "I..." "GET AWAY FROM HER!" Vaughn shouted as he pointed his gun at Sark's head. Sark cursed under his breath and stood back away from his Sydney while her guardian angel helped her up. He took his opportunity to grab his own weapon and point it at Vaughn.
He fled toward the exit and called back. "Enjoy your angel, Sydney." He was gone and Sydney grabbed Vaughn and pulled him into a kiss. "I love you." He smiled. "I love you too. I'm so glad I came here..." At Sydney's confused look he explained. "Kendall wouldn't let me go to the address Will gave us. He sent a swat team instead. So I came here to where we first kissed. It's not the first time." He was blushing slightly at admitting this, but Syd smiled. "I'm so glad to see you." She hugged him tightly and knew she was safe with her guardian angel.
But the temptation of her fallen angel was still stored deep inside, along with all her other private thoughts. She didn't Sark, she had her Vaughn and she'd have him forever.
Sark was insane, this was a nightmare, she'd died and gone to hell for her sins. Any excuse was better than the truth. Sark's grip was loose and the door was wide open. How could she resist such a welcome invitation? She pulled away from him with lightening precision and ran for the door. She made it to the stairs, running purely on adrenaline, hatred and fear. She got down the stairs before she realized he wasn't rushing after her. He was walking down the stairs, a slight grin tugging at his lips.
She found the door and pulled it. It didn't budge. She pulled it harder now, but it was locked. She tried ramming into it, but only succeeded in bruising her shoulder. Sark was standing by her now, but she wouldn't look at him. She leant against the door and faced the solid wood that kept her from the outside world and her guardian Angel.
"Syd..." She banged the door with her fist and scraped her knuckles. "Let...me...go!" She growled. Her tone almost feral as the adrenaline had yet to wear off. He tried to place a hand on her shoulder; she shuddered again and pulled it away from his grasp. He gave in and walked away from her back upstairs and left her downstairs in the inescapable house. She collapsed to the floor and sighed. Why couldn't he hate her? Why couldn't he wish her dead? Was it so hard to hate your arch nemesis, the women who had plagued your career for the past two years?
She searched downstairs and found no windows, no other doors than the front and no handy air ducts. She swallowed her pride and went upstairs. Her room was at the end and the door was open, but Sark wasn't in sight. She opened three of the four other doors and eventually found him in a lavishly furnished room, packing up his meager possessions. "We're leaving." He muttered, refusing to look at her. Sydney felt a pang of guilt. She'd really hurt him...What was she thinking? Sark had abducted her! Saved your life. Abducted Will. Let him live and confessed his feelings of love to the women who most wanted him dead. Do you?
She scolded her mind for thinking such things. Sark was an assassin, a cocky, pompous and grating Killer! With amazing eyes and blonde hair you've been dying to run your hands through. "Where?" She had to talk to someone other than herself; she didn't like what she was saying.
He finished packing the duffel bag and threw a pair of handcuffs at her. "I don't wish to divulge that with you, miss Bristow." Back to the arrogant, shielded man who she felt no remorse for what so ever. She just looked at the handcuffs; the cold metal sent a shiver to her spine. "Where are we going?" She repeated. He frowned slightly in impatience. Then he stormed over, grabbed her wrists and forced the cuffs on to her already bruised wrists.
He grabbed the metal chain that kept both hands together and practically pulled her out of the room and down the stairs. He threw his duffel bag into the back of his green convertible and forced her into the front passenger seat. 'We're going for a drive." "Whoopee!" She muttered sarcastically. Just what she wanted to do. Take a drive with a cold-blooded killer she'd just rejected. As he drove she recognized familiar places in the dark streets. They were coming closer to their final destination and Sydney had a feeling she knew where they were going already.
Sure enough he pulled into the abandoned garage of the Credit Dauphine (the old front for SD-6) and took her down in the private elevator that had not been shut off. He was completely silent all the way through SD- 6. Sydney began to remember the events leading up to its destruction and smiled. She'd kissed Vaughn there. Sark scowled. "Your boyfriend won't be able to help you miss Bristow." Oh no, he knew about Vaughn.
He sat her on what was left of her old desk and took a seat on the station where Dixon used to work opposite her. "I'm sure Agent Vaughn must be distraught by now. He can't be much of a protector. He isn't here to help you is he?" Sydney felt a surge of confidence rush through her body. "He's my guardian angel." At this Sark laughed cruelly at her. "Then where is he? Why has left you with a fallen angel?" She stared at Sark and when, on the rare occasion, he smiled genuinely he did look like an angel, but in his enraged state the title 'fallen angel' suited him. He found her gaze and smirked. He pounced on her and soon had his lips over hers.
She tried to push him away, but the handcuffs restricted her and soon he had her hands pinned above her head. His tongue tried to slide into her mouth like the serpent he was and she tried desperately to keep her mouth closed. She felt his legs clamp her side and aggravate her wound. She groaned in pain and he seized his opportunity. As she felt his tongue slide into her mouth she screamed. He only grinned and continued the attack on her mouth. After a few moments he sat up again and panted for breath. The fear in her eyes wounded him. "Syd..." He choked. "I'm...I'm so sorry." He put a hand around her cheek and she flinched. She was fighting tears and loosing as stray drops of salty sadness escaped her eyes. "I..." "GET AWAY FROM HER!" Vaughn shouted as he pointed his gun at Sark's head. Sark cursed under his breath and stood back away from his Sydney while her guardian angel helped her up. He took his opportunity to grab his own weapon and point it at Vaughn.
He fled toward the exit and called back. "Enjoy your angel, Sydney." He was gone and Sydney grabbed Vaughn and pulled him into a kiss. "I love you." He smiled. "I love you too. I'm so glad I came here..." At Sydney's confused look he explained. "Kendall wouldn't let me go to the address Will gave us. He sent a swat team instead. So I came here to where we first kissed. It's not the first time." He was blushing slightly at admitting this, but Syd smiled. "I'm so glad to see you." She hugged him tightly and knew she was safe with her guardian angel.
But the temptation of her fallen angel was still stored deep inside, along with all her other private thoughts. She didn't Sark, she had her Vaughn and she'd have him forever.