Chapter Six
"How do you expect me to get results if you won't tell me what it is you want to know?" Sark yelled into the phone that he clutched with white knuckles.
"Mister Sark, you will do well to remember your place." The voice on the other end said in gruff way, "The Covenant has been kind enough to forgive your mistakes so far, do not push your luck."
"Miss Vaughn will not talk. She laughs at me when I try to interrogate her." Sark growled, "I do not like being made a mockery of sir."
"You SHOULD be laughed at Sark if you can't get a girl, fifteen years younger than yourself, to talk." The voice said roughly, "The Covenant will get in touch with you later." With that the voice hung up and Sark slammed the phone down on its cradle.
He hated being left out, and that's what the Covenant was doing to him. They expected him to get the information they wanted, but they wouldn't even tell him what they wanted to know. How was Sark supposed to find anything out that way?
Rain pounded on the roof of the warehouse, lightening split the sky, and thunder sounded like a gunshot in the night. Sark looked out over the dark landscape, searching for answers in the bleak sky. He was tired of it all. Tired of running, tired of constantly hiding, tired of being someone's lackey, tired of everything. He rubbed his forehead wearily and let out a heavy sigh. Things weren't going the way he'd planned. Sark hadn't expected Chloe to fight back, hadn't expected her to be so strong willed. She refused to talk to him, even when he threatened her. Nothing worked. Then it hit him. There was one thing he hadn't tried. The room. Sark turned quickly on his heels and went down the trap door.
A small puddle had formed on the floor where the rain was dripping in. Chloe lay on the hard, thin mattress listening to the steady 'drip, drip' of the rain. Her eyes were heavy, but she refused to go to sleep, afraid of what Sark would do to her if she let her guard down.
She had seen the lust in his eyes when they had first fought. She knew what he would have done to her had Devin not interrupted. Rubbing her arms slowly, Chloe could remember the heavy weight on her as he had straddled her. The look in his eyes as he leaned closer, ready to capture her lips with his own. The feel of his warm, harsh breath could still be felt on her face. It had all unnerved her. No man had ever acted that way around her.
Chloe was not unaccustomed to men making advances, but they had never gone so far as to make her fear rape. Sark had been the first to ever scare her. He had been the first to be so bold. Most men she knew knew that Chloe was tough. They knew that she would kick their butts if they ever stepped out of line. But Sark was different. He wasn't scared of her. He showed no fear at all.
Footsteps sounded on the floor and Chloe looked up at the door to her cell. Sark stood there, staring down at her. His eyes were cold as he stood there, studying her intensely.
"What do you want?" Chloe snapped as he pulled out the key to the door. Three men materialized from behind him and filtered through the now open door.
"Get up." Sark commanded simply.
"Why should I?" Her eyes snapped at him. Unfazed, Sark merely inclined his head towards the men and they grabbed her arms and forced her up.
"Hey let go of me!" Chloe shrieked as they led her out of the cell. She struggled against them, but their combined grips were too much for her. All Chloe could do was trust that they would not harm her, which was easier said than done.
Sark stalked down the stone corridor with his men escorting Chloe behind him. The wooden door loomed before them, tall and threatening. He pushed the door open and stepped aside so his men could lead the struggling young woman inside.
"Strap her down." He ordered. The men forced Chloe onto the exam room like chair that sat in the middle of the room.
"Now," Sark said sitting down beside her, "you are going to tell me what I want to know."
"Haven't we already had this conversation?" Chloe asked sarcastically as she rolled her eyes.
"Perhaps." Sark replied, "But this time, I'm going to inject you with a truth serum. That way, you have to tell me what I want to know." He reached beside him and picked up a syringe filled with a clear blue liquid.
"You're mental if you think I'm gonna let you stick that thing in me." Chloe snapped, glaring at Sark with piercing eyes.
"Well you see Miss Vaughn, you really don't have a choice." Sark smirked as he met Chloe' gaze full on, determined to show her that he was in charge. He grabbed her arm roughly and yanked her jacket sleeve up. He positioned the needle and plunged it into her pale arm. A surge of giddiness flooded Sark's body as he watched Chloe flinch and heard the small whimper that escaped her trembling lips. A single tear fell down her face and Sark reveled in her pain. Slowly her eyes fell shut and her breathing deepened.
Watching her carefully, Sark let his eyes drift down her body. She truly was beautiful, and in her prone position he could have his way with her right then and there if he wanted. Shaking his head to clear if of such thoughts, Sark focused his mind on the task at hand.
"What is your name?" he asked the sleeping girl.
"Chloe Sandra Vaughn." Her reply was quiet, but Sark could hear her clearly in the silent room.
"What does the Covenant want with you Miss Vaughn?" Sark asked now that he was sure the serum was working.
"I don't know." Was the reply. The man frowned, this was not good. She'd been telling the truth all along.
"Who are your biological parents?" he asked, deciding to go another way with the questioning.
"Blake Cunningham and Sasha Gogolak." She replied. Sark ran the names through his mind, but he couldn't think of anybody of importance with those names.
"Where are your parents now?"
"Dead."
"Was the Covenant after your parents?"
"No." Sark frowned. He was getting no where with this. He had to think of something, and fast.
"What is your birth name Miss Vaughn?"
"Savannah Marie Gogolak." Yes, a break through!
"Why did you change your name?"
"My mother didn't want me to be found."
"Why?"
"Because..."
Hahaha, don't you just love cliffhangers? I know this chapter was short, but who cares. Lol. Please review. Oh yeah, the last name Gogolak came from the movie THE WHOLE NINE YARDS; though I don't know if I spelled it right.
Sam: Thank you SO MUCH for the compliment. I myself don't believe that this is one of the better stories about Syd and Vaughn's kid, but hey who knows. Thank you so much for reviewing.
Csk8-20: I thought I was the only one who was so obsessed about jotting down ideas for my stories. Lol. I carry pen and paper with me everywhere I go. Well, I can't wait to read that story you're going to write, and I'm sure it'll rock!
RedRose121: I'm so glad that you think I'm keeping Sark in character.
Angels Tough: Glad you like the chemistry between Sark and Chloe. I was trying to make it so that people could see they had a connection even though they were denying it, and now it seems as if I've succeeded with that.
Logan13: I'm glad that you like the characterization. I only hope that I don't let Sark get too mushy in later chapters since that would be bad for his rep. Lol.
Dizzy Izzy and Jonie: Thank you for taking the time to read this story.
"How do you expect me to get results if you won't tell me what it is you want to know?" Sark yelled into the phone that he clutched with white knuckles.
"Mister Sark, you will do well to remember your place." The voice on the other end said in gruff way, "The Covenant has been kind enough to forgive your mistakes so far, do not push your luck."
"Miss Vaughn will not talk. She laughs at me when I try to interrogate her." Sark growled, "I do not like being made a mockery of sir."
"You SHOULD be laughed at Sark if you can't get a girl, fifteen years younger than yourself, to talk." The voice said roughly, "The Covenant will get in touch with you later." With that the voice hung up and Sark slammed the phone down on its cradle.
He hated being left out, and that's what the Covenant was doing to him. They expected him to get the information they wanted, but they wouldn't even tell him what they wanted to know. How was Sark supposed to find anything out that way?
Rain pounded on the roof of the warehouse, lightening split the sky, and thunder sounded like a gunshot in the night. Sark looked out over the dark landscape, searching for answers in the bleak sky. He was tired of it all. Tired of running, tired of constantly hiding, tired of being someone's lackey, tired of everything. He rubbed his forehead wearily and let out a heavy sigh. Things weren't going the way he'd planned. Sark hadn't expected Chloe to fight back, hadn't expected her to be so strong willed. She refused to talk to him, even when he threatened her. Nothing worked. Then it hit him. There was one thing he hadn't tried. The room. Sark turned quickly on his heels and went down the trap door.
A small puddle had formed on the floor where the rain was dripping in. Chloe lay on the hard, thin mattress listening to the steady 'drip, drip' of the rain. Her eyes were heavy, but she refused to go to sleep, afraid of what Sark would do to her if she let her guard down.
She had seen the lust in his eyes when they had first fought. She knew what he would have done to her had Devin not interrupted. Rubbing her arms slowly, Chloe could remember the heavy weight on her as he had straddled her. The look in his eyes as he leaned closer, ready to capture her lips with his own. The feel of his warm, harsh breath could still be felt on her face. It had all unnerved her. No man had ever acted that way around her.
Chloe was not unaccustomed to men making advances, but they had never gone so far as to make her fear rape. Sark had been the first to ever scare her. He had been the first to be so bold. Most men she knew knew that Chloe was tough. They knew that she would kick their butts if they ever stepped out of line. But Sark was different. He wasn't scared of her. He showed no fear at all.
Footsteps sounded on the floor and Chloe looked up at the door to her cell. Sark stood there, staring down at her. His eyes were cold as he stood there, studying her intensely.
"What do you want?" Chloe snapped as he pulled out the key to the door. Three men materialized from behind him and filtered through the now open door.
"Get up." Sark commanded simply.
"Why should I?" Her eyes snapped at him. Unfazed, Sark merely inclined his head towards the men and they grabbed her arms and forced her up.
"Hey let go of me!" Chloe shrieked as they led her out of the cell. She struggled against them, but their combined grips were too much for her. All Chloe could do was trust that they would not harm her, which was easier said than done.
Sark stalked down the stone corridor with his men escorting Chloe behind him. The wooden door loomed before them, tall and threatening. He pushed the door open and stepped aside so his men could lead the struggling young woman inside.
"Strap her down." He ordered. The men forced Chloe onto the exam room like chair that sat in the middle of the room.
"Now," Sark said sitting down beside her, "you are going to tell me what I want to know."
"Haven't we already had this conversation?" Chloe asked sarcastically as she rolled her eyes.
"Perhaps." Sark replied, "But this time, I'm going to inject you with a truth serum. That way, you have to tell me what I want to know." He reached beside him and picked up a syringe filled with a clear blue liquid.
"You're mental if you think I'm gonna let you stick that thing in me." Chloe snapped, glaring at Sark with piercing eyes.
"Well you see Miss Vaughn, you really don't have a choice." Sark smirked as he met Chloe' gaze full on, determined to show her that he was in charge. He grabbed her arm roughly and yanked her jacket sleeve up. He positioned the needle and plunged it into her pale arm. A surge of giddiness flooded Sark's body as he watched Chloe flinch and heard the small whimper that escaped her trembling lips. A single tear fell down her face and Sark reveled in her pain. Slowly her eyes fell shut and her breathing deepened.
Watching her carefully, Sark let his eyes drift down her body. She truly was beautiful, and in her prone position he could have his way with her right then and there if he wanted. Shaking his head to clear if of such thoughts, Sark focused his mind on the task at hand.
"What is your name?" he asked the sleeping girl.
"Chloe Sandra Vaughn." Her reply was quiet, but Sark could hear her clearly in the silent room.
"What does the Covenant want with you Miss Vaughn?" Sark asked now that he was sure the serum was working.
"I don't know." Was the reply. The man frowned, this was not good. She'd been telling the truth all along.
"Who are your biological parents?" he asked, deciding to go another way with the questioning.
"Blake Cunningham and Sasha Gogolak." She replied. Sark ran the names through his mind, but he couldn't think of anybody of importance with those names.
"Where are your parents now?"
"Dead."
"Was the Covenant after your parents?"
"No." Sark frowned. He was getting no where with this. He had to think of something, and fast.
"What is your birth name Miss Vaughn?"
"Savannah Marie Gogolak." Yes, a break through!
"Why did you change your name?"
"My mother didn't want me to be found."
"Why?"
"Because..."
Hahaha, don't you just love cliffhangers? I know this chapter was short, but who cares. Lol. Please review. Oh yeah, the last name Gogolak came from the movie THE WHOLE NINE YARDS; though I don't know if I spelled it right.
Sam: Thank you SO MUCH for the compliment. I myself don't believe that this is one of the better stories about Syd and Vaughn's kid, but hey who knows. Thank you so much for reviewing.
Csk8-20: I thought I was the only one who was so obsessed about jotting down ideas for my stories. Lol. I carry pen and paper with me everywhere I go. Well, I can't wait to read that story you're going to write, and I'm sure it'll rock!
RedRose121: I'm so glad that you think I'm keeping Sark in character.
Angels Tough: Glad you like the chemistry between Sark and Chloe. I was trying to make it so that people could see they had a connection even though they were denying it, and now it seems as if I've succeeded with that.
Logan13: I'm glad that you like the characterization. I only hope that I don't let Sark get too mushy in later chapters since that would be bad for his rep. Lol.
Dizzy Izzy and Jonie: Thank you for taking the time to read this story.