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He carried the girl through the door, tightening his grip on her ribs as they walked past the bouncer so she would not be able to get the air to ask for help. The guy at the door grinned at them; he'd seen the drunks at this club doing all kinds of strange things.
He rounded the corner of the club, entering an alleyway. Satisfied they were out of site, he unceremoniously dropped the girl. She slipped at the suddenness, falling down on her ass on the hard concrete.
He watched as she took a few deep breaths, wincing at the pain in her ribs where he'd squeezed. She finally pushed herself to her feet, swaying unsteadily for a moment before catching her full balance.
"All right...Ok..." She brushed at the seat of her jeans, then straightened her shirt. "Look, I'm sure that there are lots of willing women in there who would screw you. You don't have to try to force yourself on me." Her eyes met his.
He looked her over, smirking. She wasn't bad as far as humans went. Light brown hair. Dark eyes. Nice body. He'd never 'forced' himself on anyone though. And did not plan on starting now.
He did not answer her. He slowly walked around her, seeing what her reaction would be. To her credit, she did not try to follow his movements. Just stood there, hands fisted at her sides, waiting.
"What is this, general inspection?" She asked hatefully. He raised an eyebrow, returning to stand directly in front of her. She certainly had spirit. That was good. It might make this a hell of a lot easier.
He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the chirping ring of his cell phone. He eyed the girl as he pulled it out of the front pocket of his pants. "Don't even think about moving."
"Yeah. Right." He could see in her eyes she was going to bolt as soon as his attention was turned.
"If you run I will find you. I will chase you down and do to you what you think I am going to do anyway." He met her eyes, knowing that she could see he was being honest. She slowly nodded. That was good then. Made things simpler.
"Yeah?" He finally punched the button on the phone, damning himself for the habit that made him bring it along. The familiar feminine voice made him frown.
"We found number three. Four is being a problem. We've isolated the state."
"Good."
"Where are you?" The voice was suspicious.
"Having a little...fun. Or will be as soon as you leave me to it."
"Mmm...I am positively jealous." There was a husky laugh. He glanced at the girl, who had turned her eyes up and was looking at the sky, pretending not to listen in.
"I would do things to her that would make your head spin," He said softly. The girl's eyes flicked to him. He remained blank-faced. Serious. She needed to understand that he meant business.
"Then I'll leave you to it..." He could almost see her smile through the phone. "Perhaps your human side is finally giving in to what you really are..."
"Yeah." With that he hit the button, cutting off the conversation. Then turned the phone off. No more interruptions, at least not until he was ready.
He turned his attention back to the girl. And did not like the look on her face. She was hiding something. It was obvious. He would figure out what it was.
"We are leaving. You are going to come with me." It was not a request.
"Uh...I don't think so, bud. I came here with a friend. She'd kinda miss me if I didn't ride home with her."
"I do not care who you came with. You are leaving with me." He stepped closer. "You are not being given a choice in the matter. I will drag you if I have to. If you fight me, I will do...something...much...worse..." Each word was punctuated with another step forward. He was barely a foot away, making the girl crane her neck to look up at him.
She visibly gulped. But held her ground. That spirit again. No wonder the others were having such a hard time tracking her down.
"What...Where are you taking me? Why me?" She asked, refusing to just give up and go.
"You will find out soon enough." He gestured toward the back of the alley, indicating she should start walking. The girl hesitated then turned, leading the way. He could almost hear her thoughts as she scrambled to think of a way out. He smiled with no humor. There was only one way for her to get out of this; his way. Whether she liked it or not.
The alley's back end opened into an employee parking lot. He prodded her shoulder, aiming her toward a gleaming black truck in the corner. Her footsteps faltered a bit, she was hesitating. Willful little thing. He took her upper arm in his hand and guided her forward, ignoring her sputter of protest.
He opened the driver side door and pushed her toward it. She reluctantly climbed in, then quickly slid to the far side. Not fast enough though. He was reaching across the seat and gripping her hand before she could even begin to reach for the door handle.
"Now that would not be nice, after all the trouble I went through to get you here," He said, voice low. The girl looked at him. She was struggling not to show him how afraid she was. But he also sensed...anger. Resentment at being pushed around. She was going to be a handful.
He climbed into the truck and slammed the door, then yanked her arm, pulling her across the seat to sit next to him. "Buckle."
"Huh?" She looked up at him with wide eyes.
Sighing in frustration, he reached across her body, grabbing the lap belt. Without a word he snapped it into place, the jerked the cinch tight, hearing her wince as it cut into her stomach. "Buckle." He said it slow, making it sound as if she were an idiot for not understanding. He was rewarded with a glimmer of hatred in her eyes as she looked at him.
He ignored it. He turned the key and started the engine, then buckled his own seatbelt. They were in for a long night of driving. If she tried anything, she was going to be knocked out. He had no qualms about doing it. He'd done worse in his time. Much worse.
She seemed to sense this. She folded her hands into her lap and stared down at them, refusing to watch the road as he drove. She tried to hold herself away from him, tried to not touch him. He found it amusing. He made exaggerated movements as he drove, brushing against her arm, her shoulder, her leg. Each time she'd jerk away as if scalded.
And still there was that anger, coming from her in waves. Oh, yes, this was definitely going to be interesting. For both of them.