Dylan lay in a bed of gold satin sheets, in total amazment of what she had
just done. She squirmed, trying to transfer some of David's weight to the
space next to her and off of her body. Dylan had sworn she'd never do it
with David, but she did. God, she hoped Alex and Natalie would get there
soon, hopefully before David woke up again.
Dylan sighed heavily, moving his hand off of her shoulder. She wrapped the sheet around her and stood up. She examined the room around her. No windows, barely any light other than the few candles that were lit throughout the room.
She walked up to the door. There was a tiny hole in the door, she could see a guard outside. She tried to turn the handle but it wouldn't move. David must have had someone lock it from the outside. Dylan slowly walked back to the bed and sat down. She looked at David's body, in a peaceful sleep. He had finally gotten what he had wanted.
Dylan closed her eyes as she rested back on the mattress.
She missed Anthony.
She desprately missed Anthony.
The night on the roof flashed in her head over and over. How it felt to have his smooth lips on hers. His hand running through her hair.
In one moment, everything seemed perfect.
But then Seamus had to ruin it all.
If it wasn't for him, she'd probably wouldn't be in this room. She'd be lying next to Anthony instead of David, and everything would be perfect.
Right before Anthony had gotten stabbed, he was trying to say something to her. She'd wondered what he was trying to say.
Suddenly she felt an arm around her waist.
"Morning..." David leaned over her body. He flashed her a smile before leaning into a kiss. Dylan pushed him off of her.
"I'm not in the mood." That was her excuse, she didn't want to do it again. I mean one time has already scarred her for life.
"Come one honey..." He playfully kissed her neck, slightly laughing in her ear as he did. Dylan rolled over, so that she was on top of him.
"Look, can we get some fresh air? Maybe some light. You keep it too dark in here." She started to get out of the bed but he pulled her back in so that she was lying next to him.
"Well, when you live underground, you shouldn't expect much sunlight. You'll learn to like darkness." He stroked her hair as he spoke.
He paused, his eyes moved from her lips, to her cheek, up to her eyes. She raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?" she asked, slightly suspicious.
He smiled as he rested his hand on her thigh. "Just in case this never happens again, I'm trying to get a mental picture in my head. So that I can remember this moment forever." Dylan had to admit, even though he pissed her off and he was a total mental case, he was sweet. And he really loved her. Dylan closed her eyes for a second, sorting her feelings.
She couldn't have feelings for David.
She wouldn't.
Suddenly the door swung open and a huge man stepped into the room. Dylan immedialty grabbed the sheet that had loosened from her and flung it over her body.
"Can't you knock?" David said frustratingly, sort of guarding Dylan from the mans sight. The man cleared his throat.
"Um, sir. Walter Perry has sent me to inform you that the "bomb" will be ready in four days. He wants you to come down to the lab so he can show you something." David looked from the man, to Dylan.
"Um, did he happen to tell you what it is?" The man shook his head no. David got up from the bed, walked over to the pile of clothes and put on a pair of jeans before heading towards the door.
"I'll be back soon. Will you watch her for me?" The man smiled slyly as David started heading out the door.
"What am I, a poodle?" Dylan got up from the bed and ran to David's side. "Can I tag along?"
David ran his finger through her hair, then gently kissed her. He pulled back. "No, I'm sorry. But I'll be back soon." With that, he walked out the door closing it behind him.
Dylan checked the handle, it had locked from the outside again. She turned around and saw the man reclining on the bed. He gave her an inviting look as he patted the spot next to him.
Dylan shot him a glare as she walked over to the farthest side of the room, as far as she could get away from him.
The man looked about 6.7, 230 pounds maybe. Larger than Dylan.
Dylan held on to the sheet tightly, trying not to look the man straight in the eye.
He wanted her. She could feel it, and she knew he could get it too without getting it freely. The man slowly stood up from the bed and walked up to her.
"Don't be afraid. I don't bite...hard." He started to back Dylan up in a corner. The man started to pick up his pace, Dylan backed up until she felt the hard, dirt, brick scratch her bare back. The man knew he had her.
He came in closer. Dylan knew she had to do something before he had totaly closed her in. She played to whole "seeing things" trick. She fixed her eyes on a loose peice of brick from across the room. The man suspiciously turned around to see what she was looking at...
Wam. She had got him right in the nose as hard as she could, the man lost his balance and fell flat on his butt.
Dylan ran to the other side on the room. She quickly grabbed her jeans, she slipped them on, and then she tied the sheet around herself tight enough so it wouldn't slip off.
The man looked really angry, he ran towards her in rage, Dylan flipped across the bed. He jumped across it in one jump and lunged for her. All her got was a foot in his face. Dylan knew she couldn't hold him off forever.
"David!" Dylan knew he probably couldn't hear her, but it was worth a shot.
"You bitch. I'm going to show you what I'm made of..." He started to come in closer, she knew he had her, then....
"Dylan!" The door swung open and in stepped David with two other guards.
"Buddy, you're going to be the first man I destroy." The two other goons grabbed the man by his arms and dragged him out of the room.
David walked up to Dylan and hugged her, she hugged back.
"Are you alright?"
"Um, yeah." Dylan felt quite embarrassed. She was hooked, she slightly liked David. Yes, slightly. Now she had 3 men to worry about now.
"David, can we please get out of this room?" Dylan really needed fresh air. David raised an eyebrow.
"How about a shower first?"
*****
"Hi, has a Dylan Sanders checked in?" Eric and Anthony ran to the clinic hoping she'd be there.
"Yeah. She left last night. But she told me to give you directions on where to find her." Their faces lit up with happiness.
"Thank you! But who...."
"I'm just a friend. Now here's what you should do...." Suddenly the doors to the clinic swung open and Natalie, Alex, and Max came inside.
"Hi has, oh my god!" Natalie and Alex stared in amazment at Anthony and Eric, back from the dead.
"How did you guys..." Natalie started to ask.
"It's a long story. Are you guys looking for Dylan to?" Natalie and Alex looked at each other.
"We thought Anthony had kidnapped her. Weren't you at her apartment?" Anthony nodded. He wrote something down on the notepad. "I went there to see if David had beat me to her."
Natalie stared at him qeaunstionly, "Who's David?"
Eric and Anthony give each other a look. "You have a lot to catch up on. First, this guy is giving us directions on where to find Dyl."
"Who is..."
"We don't know, but that's not important. We have to find Dylan."
**********
"So, where did you live before I met you?" David had his arms wrapped around Dylan as they lied on the bed, still soaking from their shower.
"New York, with my older brother." Dylan rested her chin on his chest and stared up at him.
"Where were your parents?" Dylan's eyes wondered to the wall behind them.
"My mother died when I was six and I never met my father. I remember the night that she died. She left me and my older brother, who was about seventeen at the time, to go get some milk at a grocery store. It was a full moon that night, and me and my ma would sit on on the sidewalk and talk about it. I used to ask her why the moon was in the sky. She would tell me that God created the moon so the angels would have a place to rest. That night she died, I feel asleep on the couch waiting for her. My brother woke me up in the morning. The store she went to was mugged, and she was shot. But when I asked him where mom was, he told me the moon took mommy away. So now, whenever there's a full moon, I watch it all night, trying to get a glimpse of my mother." The was a brief silence. David stroked the back of her head.
"I remember when my mother died. I was fourteen, and she was run over by a car right on Christmas day. That holiday ever since, I've spent it alone. Maybe this Christmas you'll be with me." Dylan stared up at him, he had tears in his eyes. She took her left hand and wiped away one of them, she ran her hand across his face, he had smooth freshly shaved skin. It felt great to touch. She ran her hand down his neck and rested it on his chest.
"I have one question.' David raised an eyebrow at her, as he waited. Dylan sat, still resting her hand in the middle of his chest.
"Out of everyone in the world, why would you choose me? Why do you like me so much? You don't really even know me. I mean, how do you know that I'm the right person that you'll spend the rest of you life with?" He sat up too, he took her hand before it slipped away.
"Some times you just know."
Dylan sighed heavily, moving his hand off of her shoulder. She wrapped the sheet around her and stood up. She examined the room around her. No windows, barely any light other than the few candles that were lit throughout the room.
She walked up to the door. There was a tiny hole in the door, she could see a guard outside. She tried to turn the handle but it wouldn't move. David must have had someone lock it from the outside. Dylan slowly walked back to the bed and sat down. She looked at David's body, in a peaceful sleep. He had finally gotten what he had wanted.
Dylan closed her eyes as she rested back on the mattress.
She missed Anthony.
She desprately missed Anthony.
The night on the roof flashed in her head over and over. How it felt to have his smooth lips on hers. His hand running through her hair.
In one moment, everything seemed perfect.
But then Seamus had to ruin it all.
If it wasn't for him, she'd probably wouldn't be in this room. She'd be lying next to Anthony instead of David, and everything would be perfect.
Right before Anthony had gotten stabbed, he was trying to say something to her. She'd wondered what he was trying to say.
Suddenly she felt an arm around her waist.
"Morning..." David leaned over her body. He flashed her a smile before leaning into a kiss. Dylan pushed him off of her.
"I'm not in the mood." That was her excuse, she didn't want to do it again. I mean one time has already scarred her for life.
"Come one honey..." He playfully kissed her neck, slightly laughing in her ear as he did. Dylan rolled over, so that she was on top of him.
"Look, can we get some fresh air? Maybe some light. You keep it too dark in here." She started to get out of the bed but he pulled her back in so that she was lying next to him.
"Well, when you live underground, you shouldn't expect much sunlight. You'll learn to like darkness." He stroked her hair as he spoke.
He paused, his eyes moved from her lips, to her cheek, up to her eyes. She raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?" she asked, slightly suspicious.
He smiled as he rested his hand on her thigh. "Just in case this never happens again, I'm trying to get a mental picture in my head. So that I can remember this moment forever." Dylan had to admit, even though he pissed her off and he was a total mental case, he was sweet. And he really loved her. Dylan closed her eyes for a second, sorting her feelings.
She couldn't have feelings for David.
She wouldn't.
Suddenly the door swung open and a huge man stepped into the room. Dylan immedialty grabbed the sheet that had loosened from her and flung it over her body.
"Can't you knock?" David said frustratingly, sort of guarding Dylan from the mans sight. The man cleared his throat.
"Um, sir. Walter Perry has sent me to inform you that the "bomb" will be ready in four days. He wants you to come down to the lab so he can show you something." David looked from the man, to Dylan.
"Um, did he happen to tell you what it is?" The man shook his head no. David got up from the bed, walked over to the pile of clothes and put on a pair of jeans before heading towards the door.
"I'll be back soon. Will you watch her for me?" The man smiled slyly as David started heading out the door.
"What am I, a poodle?" Dylan got up from the bed and ran to David's side. "Can I tag along?"
David ran his finger through her hair, then gently kissed her. He pulled back. "No, I'm sorry. But I'll be back soon." With that, he walked out the door closing it behind him.
Dylan checked the handle, it had locked from the outside again. She turned around and saw the man reclining on the bed. He gave her an inviting look as he patted the spot next to him.
Dylan shot him a glare as she walked over to the farthest side of the room, as far as she could get away from him.
The man looked about 6.7, 230 pounds maybe. Larger than Dylan.
Dylan held on to the sheet tightly, trying not to look the man straight in the eye.
He wanted her. She could feel it, and she knew he could get it too without getting it freely. The man slowly stood up from the bed and walked up to her.
"Don't be afraid. I don't bite...hard." He started to back Dylan up in a corner. The man started to pick up his pace, Dylan backed up until she felt the hard, dirt, brick scratch her bare back. The man knew he had her.
He came in closer. Dylan knew she had to do something before he had totaly closed her in. She played to whole "seeing things" trick. She fixed her eyes on a loose peice of brick from across the room. The man suspiciously turned around to see what she was looking at...
Wam. She had got him right in the nose as hard as she could, the man lost his balance and fell flat on his butt.
Dylan ran to the other side on the room. She quickly grabbed her jeans, she slipped them on, and then she tied the sheet around herself tight enough so it wouldn't slip off.
The man looked really angry, he ran towards her in rage, Dylan flipped across the bed. He jumped across it in one jump and lunged for her. All her got was a foot in his face. Dylan knew she couldn't hold him off forever.
"David!" Dylan knew he probably couldn't hear her, but it was worth a shot.
"You bitch. I'm going to show you what I'm made of..." He started to come in closer, she knew he had her, then....
"Dylan!" The door swung open and in stepped David with two other guards.
"Buddy, you're going to be the first man I destroy." The two other goons grabbed the man by his arms and dragged him out of the room.
David walked up to Dylan and hugged her, she hugged back.
"Are you alright?"
"Um, yeah." Dylan felt quite embarrassed. She was hooked, she slightly liked David. Yes, slightly. Now she had 3 men to worry about now.
"David, can we please get out of this room?" Dylan really needed fresh air. David raised an eyebrow.
"How about a shower first?"
*****
"Hi, has a Dylan Sanders checked in?" Eric and Anthony ran to the clinic hoping she'd be there.
"Yeah. She left last night. But she told me to give you directions on where to find her." Their faces lit up with happiness.
"Thank you! But who...."
"I'm just a friend. Now here's what you should do...." Suddenly the doors to the clinic swung open and Natalie, Alex, and Max came inside.
"Hi has, oh my god!" Natalie and Alex stared in amazment at Anthony and Eric, back from the dead.
"How did you guys..." Natalie started to ask.
"It's a long story. Are you guys looking for Dylan to?" Natalie and Alex looked at each other.
"We thought Anthony had kidnapped her. Weren't you at her apartment?" Anthony nodded. He wrote something down on the notepad. "I went there to see if David had beat me to her."
Natalie stared at him qeaunstionly, "Who's David?"
Eric and Anthony give each other a look. "You have a lot to catch up on. First, this guy is giving us directions on where to find Dyl."
"Who is..."
"We don't know, but that's not important. We have to find Dylan."
**********
"So, where did you live before I met you?" David had his arms wrapped around Dylan as they lied on the bed, still soaking from their shower.
"New York, with my older brother." Dylan rested her chin on his chest and stared up at him.
"Where were your parents?" Dylan's eyes wondered to the wall behind them.
"My mother died when I was six and I never met my father. I remember the night that she died. She left me and my older brother, who was about seventeen at the time, to go get some milk at a grocery store. It was a full moon that night, and me and my ma would sit on on the sidewalk and talk about it. I used to ask her why the moon was in the sky. She would tell me that God created the moon so the angels would have a place to rest. That night she died, I feel asleep on the couch waiting for her. My brother woke me up in the morning. The store she went to was mugged, and she was shot. But when I asked him where mom was, he told me the moon took mommy away. So now, whenever there's a full moon, I watch it all night, trying to get a glimpse of my mother." The was a brief silence. David stroked the back of her head.
"I remember when my mother died. I was fourteen, and she was run over by a car right on Christmas day. That holiday ever since, I've spent it alone. Maybe this Christmas you'll be with me." Dylan stared up at him, he had tears in his eyes. She took her left hand and wiped away one of them, she ran her hand across his face, he had smooth freshly shaved skin. It felt great to touch. She ran her hand down his neck and rested it on his chest.
"I have one question.' David raised an eyebrow at her, as he waited. Dylan sat, still resting her hand in the middle of his chest.
"Out of everyone in the world, why would you choose me? Why do you like me so much? You don't really even know me. I mean, how do you know that I'm the right person that you'll spend the rest of you life with?" He sat up too, he took her hand before it slipped away.
"Some times you just know."