Ok time to switch characters here. This is a snippet that just wouldn't
let me go several months ago...at least for a while as I had continued this
off-the-cuff story in sequels. Sadly it may never come to fanfic, not
while I have a thousand idea's brewing for the Hero's story line. But then
again, I haven't done a UC story yet so there's always hope. LOL
So here's another offering for.in the shadows, our minds tend to wander and create Frank Donovan and Jade in a case of mistake identity.
Enjoy.
~*~
She stood in the foyer of her newly purchased Victorian home and watched in dismay as the lights flickered in response to the raging thunderstorm outside. She kicked the front door closed, slowly lowered the box labeled "bathroom" to the hardwood floor but kept her eyes focused on the antique light fixture overhead. Another crack of thunder rumbled overhead, loud enough to rattle the windows, and suddenly the house was pitched into darkness. The electricity finally caved in to the awesome power of nature.
"Great, just freakin' great," she muttered and realized she had no idea where the circuit box was or what carton she had packed the flashlights and candles.
There was some feeble illumination that streamed in through the foyer window that came from a street lamp outside. Using that as a guide and most likely looking like she was sleep walking with her hands out in front of her, she slowly made her way to the dining room. She was pretty certain the box with the flashlights had been placed in there by the movers.
Suddenly, a gray blur darted in front of her and she swallowed back a yelp of surprise.
"Damn it, Sam! Don't do that!" She said and placed a hand over her wildly beating heart. "You scared the crap out of me."
Sam perched on top of a high stack of boxes near the doorway and arched his back as his tail twitched in pleasure; he had a three story home to explore. She reached out to give him an affectionate scratch behind his ear and laughed when he pushed his head into her hand with a loud purr of contentment. "Crazy cat." She said with a smile.
"Will wonders never cease." A deep voice suddenly spoke up from behind her and she spun around in surprise. Sam leaped off the boxes in fright and disappeared into the next room. She swallowed the scream in her throat and stood paralyzed as she stared at the dark figure of a man standing in the foyer, his features shadowed by the light behind him. He was tall and lean, dressed in a flowing black trench coat and dark pants, his legs braced apart in a stance that could only be called....dominate. She could feel the weight of the stare even through the darkness, and when a bolt of lightening abruptly turned night into day for a moment, she could see the barely contained malice that glittered in his dark eyes.
"Not only do you forget to lock your front door, but now you have a pet." His strangely accented voice washed over her like an unexpected tidal wave of warmth. "Not like you, Jade, to get careless and sentimental."
"Who the hell are you?" She demanded, feeling a false sense of bravado. "Get out of my house before I call the police." Frantically, she mentally searched where she had last placed the portable phone and almost groaned when she realized it was on the second floor. In order to reach it, she would have to get past the intruder to the nearby stairs.
He gave a short, humorless bark of laughter. "Amnesia too, what a nice touch. You've really gone to great lengths to hide from me but as always, it's useless." He took a step forward. "I told you I would find you. Do you think I could let you go so easily, especially after last time?" His voice had gone soft and cajoling, but with a hard edge of hurt that wasn't lost on her. Whoever this woman was, she had hurt this man deeply and he still ached over it.
"Ok listen up, asshole. I don't know who Jade is, I don't know who you are and quite frankly I don't care. Get the hell out of my house now." She slowly edged towards him, and knew she surprised him with her boldness.
"I'm sorry but I can't do that." He shook his dark head. "I've come too far, risked too much to simply walk out this door."
They squared off at each other in a tense standoff, like two combatants ready for war as the storm overhead continued to unleash its fury. A clap of thunder, another brilliant flash of lightening that momentarily distracted her unwanted guest and she took advantage of it, feinting to the right towards the door. Then she suddenly darted towards the left and sprinted towards the stairs.
And to the phone.
She had made it up halfway up before she felt a strong hand clamp around her ankle, making her trip and she bit back her scream of terror. She landed on the steps hard and grunted when he fell onto her even harder. His solid length covered her squirming one within a heartbeat, his hands struggling to capture hers as she tried to claw herself away from him. In a panic, she kicked out connecting with a solid thud against one muscular thigh, a desperate bid for freedom that was to be short lived. She scrambled up the last few steps, the phone only inches away from her outstretched hand when she was captured once more. This time, she couldn't help but voice her frustration with a strangled cry. She hit the floor and momentarily had the wind knocked out of her but had no chance to recover. He was on top of her in an instant, pinning her with his substantial weight and flipped her over, trying to impede her frantic movements. She pummeled him with her fists, in a wild flurry of panic that was easily stopped when he captured her hands and held them prisoner over her head. His body pressed her against the floor; his face inches away and he stared at her, with a mixture of lust and something else. Could it be regret she saw pooling in those intense black eyes?
"I can't leave you alone, Jade. You're like a sickness in my blood. So I thought if I were to find you, and make love to you, again and again, maybe I could cleanse you from my soul," he hung his dark head near her heaving breasts. "As easily as you've seemed to have cleansed me from your life."
She stilled her movements, a new dread snaking its way through her mind. He was going to rape her. Tears gathered in her eyes, making them glisten like diamonds in the gloom and she swallowed hard against her fear. "I told you I'm not." she started to protest.
"Why did you leave the safe house? What could have possibly motivated you to take a risk with your life, away from the protection of the FBI? Don Salvatora's mob has a contract out on your life and yet..."
He looked up, his face hardening with a decision and he suddenly swooped down on her lips in a bruising kiss. There was no gentleness, no tenderness, this was a kiss meant to punish, to make her hurt as much as him. His tongue slid into her mouth with ease, dominating, stroking, conquering and she tried to avoid it, turning her head as tears spilled down her face. When he tasted those salty droplets of anguish, he stopped his brutal onslaught and abruptly started to kiss her gently. The same tongue that had previously punished her now tended to her, fondling, caressing hers as the kiss deepened. He felt her arms creep up and slide around his neck, drawing him closer and they both drank deeply of each other.
Abruptly he broke off the kiss and stared down at her, his eyes searching her features in the darkness as a nagging voice suddenly popped up in his head. Never before had Jade responded to him this honestly, not with as much innocent passion as he had just felt with her now. And maybe, just maybe this woman was telling him the truth.
This wasn't Jade.
~*~
Part II to follow soon, I promise. Thanks for all the reviews and by the way, "Warrior, Wolf and Witch" is going to be revised and published here. I blame that all on Deana...lol. I'm kidding, just kidding Dee.
So here's another offering for.in the shadows, our minds tend to wander and create Frank Donovan and Jade in a case of mistake identity.
Enjoy.
~*~
She stood in the foyer of her newly purchased Victorian home and watched in dismay as the lights flickered in response to the raging thunderstorm outside. She kicked the front door closed, slowly lowered the box labeled "bathroom" to the hardwood floor but kept her eyes focused on the antique light fixture overhead. Another crack of thunder rumbled overhead, loud enough to rattle the windows, and suddenly the house was pitched into darkness. The electricity finally caved in to the awesome power of nature.
"Great, just freakin' great," she muttered and realized she had no idea where the circuit box was or what carton she had packed the flashlights and candles.
There was some feeble illumination that streamed in through the foyer window that came from a street lamp outside. Using that as a guide and most likely looking like she was sleep walking with her hands out in front of her, she slowly made her way to the dining room. She was pretty certain the box with the flashlights had been placed in there by the movers.
Suddenly, a gray blur darted in front of her and she swallowed back a yelp of surprise.
"Damn it, Sam! Don't do that!" She said and placed a hand over her wildly beating heart. "You scared the crap out of me."
Sam perched on top of a high stack of boxes near the doorway and arched his back as his tail twitched in pleasure; he had a three story home to explore. She reached out to give him an affectionate scratch behind his ear and laughed when he pushed his head into her hand with a loud purr of contentment. "Crazy cat." She said with a smile.
"Will wonders never cease." A deep voice suddenly spoke up from behind her and she spun around in surprise. Sam leaped off the boxes in fright and disappeared into the next room. She swallowed the scream in her throat and stood paralyzed as she stared at the dark figure of a man standing in the foyer, his features shadowed by the light behind him. He was tall and lean, dressed in a flowing black trench coat and dark pants, his legs braced apart in a stance that could only be called....dominate. She could feel the weight of the stare even through the darkness, and when a bolt of lightening abruptly turned night into day for a moment, she could see the barely contained malice that glittered in his dark eyes.
"Not only do you forget to lock your front door, but now you have a pet." His strangely accented voice washed over her like an unexpected tidal wave of warmth. "Not like you, Jade, to get careless and sentimental."
"Who the hell are you?" She demanded, feeling a false sense of bravado. "Get out of my house before I call the police." Frantically, she mentally searched where she had last placed the portable phone and almost groaned when she realized it was on the second floor. In order to reach it, she would have to get past the intruder to the nearby stairs.
He gave a short, humorless bark of laughter. "Amnesia too, what a nice touch. You've really gone to great lengths to hide from me but as always, it's useless." He took a step forward. "I told you I would find you. Do you think I could let you go so easily, especially after last time?" His voice had gone soft and cajoling, but with a hard edge of hurt that wasn't lost on her. Whoever this woman was, she had hurt this man deeply and he still ached over it.
"Ok listen up, asshole. I don't know who Jade is, I don't know who you are and quite frankly I don't care. Get the hell out of my house now." She slowly edged towards him, and knew she surprised him with her boldness.
"I'm sorry but I can't do that." He shook his dark head. "I've come too far, risked too much to simply walk out this door."
They squared off at each other in a tense standoff, like two combatants ready for war as the storm overhead continued to unleash its fury. A clap of thunder, another brilliant flash of lightening that momentarily distracted her unwanted guest and she took advantage of it, feinting to the right towards the door. Then she suddenly darted towards the left and sprinted towards the stairs.
And to the phone.
She had made it up halfway up before she felt a strong hand clamp around her ankle, making her trip and she bit back her scream of terror. She landed on the steps hard and grunted when he fell onto her even harder. His solid length covered her squirming one within a heartbeat, his hands struggling to capture hers as she tried to claw herself away from him. In a panic, she kicked out connecting with a solid thud against one muscular thigh, a desperate bid for freedom that was to be short lived. She scrambled up the last few steps, the phone only inches away from her outstretched hand when she was captured once more. This time, she couldn't help but voice her frustration with a strangled cry. She hit the floor and momentarily had the wind knocked out of her but had no chance to recover. He was on top of her in an instant, pinning her with his substantial weight and flipped her over, trying to impede her frantic movements. She pummeled him with her fists, in a wild flurry of panic that was easily stopped when he captured her hands and held them prisoner over her head. His body pressed her against the floor; his face inches away and he stared at her, with a mixture of lust and something else. Could it be regret she saw pooling in those intense black eyes?
"I can't leave you alone, Jade. You're like a sickness in my blood. So I thought if I were to find you, and make love to you, again and again, maybe I could cleanse you from my soul," he hung his dark head near her heaving breasts. "As easily as you've seemed to have cleansed me from your life."
She stilled her movements, a new dread snaking its way through her mind. He was going to rape her. Tears gathered in her eyes, making them glisten like diamonds in the gloom and she swallowed hard against her fear. "I told you I'm not." she started to protest.
"Why did you leave the safe house? What could have possibly motivated you to take a risk with your life, away from the protection of the FBI? Don Salvatora's mob has a contract out on your life and yet..."
He looked up, his face hardening with a decision and he suddenly swooped down on her lips in a bruising kiss. There was no gentleness, no tenderness, this was a kiss meant to punish, to make her hurt as much as him. His tongue slid into her mouth with ease, dominating, stroking, conquering and she tried to avoid it, turning her head as tears spilled down her face. When he tasted those salty droplets of anguish, he stopped his brutal onslaught and abruptly started to kiss her gently. The same tongue that had previously punished her now tended to her, fondling, caressing hers as the kiss deepened. He felt her arms creep up and slide around his neck, drawing him closer and they both drank deeply of each other.
Abruptly he broke off the kiss and stared down at her, his eyes searching her features in the darkness as a nagging voice suddenly popped up in his head. Never before had Jade responded to him this honestly, not with as much innocent passion as he had just felt with her now. And maybe, just maybe this woman was telling him the truth.
This wasn't Jade.
~*~
Part II to follow soon, I promise. Thanks for all the reviews and by the way, "Warrior, Wolf and Witch" is going to be revised and published here. I blame that all on Deana...lol. I'm kidding, just kidding Dee.