AN – Well, we come to a bit of a dramatic chapter, sadly a little short..
It contains peril and implied murder (not graphic). But who is it!? I hear
you ask? Don't worry, trust me, our favourites are still about....for the
time being. Also end of chapter is rated due to non graphic sexual
situations.
Chapter thirteen: Peter and Sarah, Sarah and James
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The second thing Sarah thought to do was to find a place to run to. The beauty of the port was that a lot of meetings, socialising and activities were all about and even thought the port was fairly clear of people, the local taverns, shops and homes that lined the area were a welcoming sight.
Running into a pub clad in a nice dress in front of scruffy men and thieves was a risk she was willing to take if it saved her life from Peter.
All eyes instantly turned on her and Sarah noticed a silence along with it. Looking along the floor, Sarah tried not to bump into anyone as clients continued their gawking but with their previous conversations.
Sarah appeared to make a beeline to the bar and found an empty stool. She perched herself steadily, trying not to look, not like a lady and waited, preferably with her back to the door, avoiding the gappy smile of an old toothless man who she sat next to smelling like he had had one two many.
For what seemed like a minute or so, Sarah thanked her quick genius to hide in the tavern. Peter, being who he was, would not venture into what he didn't know and that basically was the inner exploration of Ravens town. Sure he'd fly around the place every now and again, but Ravens town belonged to a different type of person; it was the pirate town and Peter wasn't welcomed.
The bar man who had been watching Sarah closely, finally sidled up to her, watching her from across the other side of the bar.
Sarah noticed the middle aged man, who had a deep shadow of stubble on his face but in all, looked quite normal, compared to the pirates.
"After something love?" He asked his voice raspy, a sign of a smoker or just working in the bar for a long time.
"Err, no thank you." Sarah replied taking a quick glance to the door, just in case Peter had taken to searching through the dark windows.
"There's no free hospitality in here you know love." The bar man stated. "Even if you think we're lower than 'your' type of class." He added looking over her dress.
Sarah also looked at her dress and realised what he was getting at.
"No, err, listen. I'm not what you think. But, I have to stay here just for a little bit. Thank you."
"Well, that's ok love, as long as you buy a drink...." The bar man stated.
Sarah pulled a light face of grimace. She had no money. The earrings occurred to her and she reached up to touch them, looking at the bar man.
He shook his head and licked his lips lightly. "I don't except earrings."
Sarah retreated her hand from the earring and gave an apologetic look to the bar man.
"What is a young girl, dressed like you doing in a place like this anyway?" He asked suspiciously.
Sarah looked at the man and stated quietly. "I'm hiding."
The bar mans patience was wearing thin.
"I'll give you two options love. You can make this easy and go freely, 'cus you can't buy a drink, or, I'll let you stay and we can, let's say, make a little arrangement of payment and I'll..." The bar man chuckled to himself. ".....Keep you safe."
Sarah eyes widened and then narrowed. She stood from her stool. She didn't want to argue with the man but worst off she didn't want to be chucked out causing a commotion in the street; a commotion that perhaps Peter could hear.
Sarah followed her trail back to when she entered the pub. If she had been brave enough she would have tried to find another exit out of the pub, preferably out in the back.
Luckily for Sarah, there was no sign of Peter. Her slow cautious steps turned into a dash as she raced up a hill and towards her own room. Coming to a couple of thin alley ways that lead to a more direct but dirty passage to the street she resided in, she stopped to remember her bearings. A puddle of dirty water, or at least she hoped it was changed her attention as her light clear slipper was now dripping and seeping to her bare skin.
"Shit." She cursed, shaking her foot, still clutching her skirt a little higher. A shadow from the sky, which blocked the sun from her face, dashed by high in the air. Sarah gasped lightly and pressed herself against the nearest wall, as if it would hide her. Luckily the alley was slim and shade resided close by. Sarah, breathing a little more rapidly and the prospect of being found by someone was growing higher by the minute. She hoped the shade was hiding her. Peter had a fabulous advantage of finding people because he had a bird's eye view of any location. It was just a matter of spotting people.
Sarah looked up and the shadow seemed to be gone. A further few metres away, she moved along the wall, holding her lungs and stomach in as if she could flatten herself against the wall and not be seen. She had to think this carefully if she was going to try and make it to her room and not let Peter see her, if that was Peter at all, but how may other people did you see flying around in the sky unless there were only a couple of inches tall. The thought then occurred to her if she could make it to 'the rat' tavern near her room, she'd be able to find help through Gloria, the bar mans daughter, who knew James.
Sarah sighed heavily and took another breath and released it slowly. She crept along the wall again coming off it slightly, feeling a little braver.
The run wasn't that far it was just a case of not being seen but he did see her and he flew with tremendous speed to the ground near her. Sarah saw this and dashed even further towards the direction of what she thought would be the pub. Peter made a move to grab her and did successfully. Sarah struggled as both didn't exchange words but grappled with one another. Peter had the obvious upper hand and threw her into the ground. The sun now shined in the street and made it a beautiful sun spot as warmth radiated along the walls of brick and stone. Sarah gasped as Peter put his fore arm over her throat and came to kneel next to her. Peter took her arms with one hand and held them above her head. Sarah's struggling came even more frantic as the fight for breath was draining her. Silent tears streamed from the far edges of her eyes making the green pools glisten like emeralds. Her bottom red lip quivered and her struggle ceased to a weak fight.
"Why?" Her lips asked without words.
Peter noticed this and broke his concentration for a moment.
"Because..." He replied in a whispered tone, coming closer to her blueing face. "I love you and I don't want anyone to have you. I'd rather see you dead."
These were the words that struck poison in her heart; to be associated with the word love by Peter was a joke. Did he even know what love was!? Did he even show it!? If he had he'd been every wrong to think that what he put Sarah through was love. These were the words that fuelled her anger and her strength to fight. Her body squirmed to Peter's surprise and he actually weakened his grip on her at the unexpected movement she was emitting. It had just been enough and Sarah gasped in her breath, the biggest she could muster while she coughed and tried to run. Peter's fury wasn't complete as he knew she wouldn't be able to run away, but the annoyance of being back to step one and having to catch her again was grating on him.
Sarah propped herself up on her hands and knees, still taking in the air that flowed like silk through her chest. She felt extremely light headed and a bit queasy too but she fought the urge to just collapse onto the ground.
Peter had just stood up and watched with his arms folded in amusement, walking slowly to her.
"Stop!" A voice cried, a little croaky.
Peter turned to the voice which belonged to an old man. He was standing by his door, his walking stick, grasped in his old, thin hands.
Peter sneered at the old man who kept up his stance, a small Jack Russell type dog barking and snarling towards Peter from behind the door.
Sarah heard the barking and registered it was coming from another direction.
"Leave that woman alone, you little scum!" The old man protested brandishing his walking stick for emphasise.
The dog continued to bark.
"This doesn't concern you old man." Peter threatened him in a deadly tone.
"Help." Sarah gasped turning her face towards the old man.
Her plea wasn't that loud and the old man missed it. She mouthed the words again, but found it difficult to do so. Sarah watched as Peter approached the old man. He looked startled that Peter had actually walked right into his house, kicking the dog away. The dog continued to bark and to Peters annoyance. Sarah saw Peter close the door but not before a horrid 'yelp' from the dog was emitted followed by no more barking. A muffled noise of which must have been the old gentleman could be heard and Sarah, feared for him. As a couple of crashes came from behind the closed door, followed by silence. Sarah stood up, a little wobbly and held herself against a wall. She tried to yell for help but her voice still felt sore.
"Please, help, please....." She mouthed in a weak audible sound as she only knew what Peter was doing. Her calls were useless and her tears came back once more in a panic.
Her mind told her to run; this was an opportunity, but her legs stood like jelly unable to move in fear and guilt of the old man.
Sarah looked up the street. Her room wasn't too far away. If she could just make it into the open space of the street by the tavern, someone was sure to see her.
Sarah moved slowly at first and continued try to move quicker, her legs still not obtaining all the instructions she was telling them to do. She could now see the tavern and it wasn't too far. The sound of a door closing and her name being called harshly signalled the return of Peter and Sarah briefly turned to see his face ablaze with anger. He ran, chasing her and Sarah's adrenaline exploded in her body. Her heart began a serious thudding in her rib cage and a nervous feeling sent a cold chill over her skin as Peter caught up near her. Sarah turned again and stumbled onto the floor, her knees grazed and the smallest trace of blood on her skin. She didn't realise her legs were still running as she tried to get up, successfully moving again but only to have Peter grabbing her around the waist and flinging her into a wall.
"You shouldn't have run!" He spat harshly at her, his eyes narrowing, pushing again into the wall.
Sarah gasped again as her back collided with the warm stone. Her hands fumbled in front of her and she crossed her arms to shield her face before slicing in the air towards Peters face. He closed his eyes briefly and backed his face away from her hands as he struggled to catch them as they kept on attacking and clawing towards his face. Sarah, for once, had the upper hand and the thought of it made her even braver, yet frightened at the same time; this fortune wasn't to stay this way. Sarah used a knee which impacted in his groin and Peter double over in pain holding himself as he caught his breath. Sarah made another dash coming closer to 'the rat' and felt a little relief as she drew closer. Another struggled occurred again as Peter caught her for the third time, extremely pissed off. He hit her across the face but Sarah kept her stance. A trickle of blood slid down from the corner of her mouth and over her chin. Peter watched the motion as he held her. He brought his face towards her, his eyes burning into hers. Sarah made a mewl of protest and he held her tighter, his lips dropping to her chin as his tongue made a slow lick over her the trickle of blood up to the corner of her lips. Sarah growled at him and tried to push him away.
"Sick bastard!" She spat at him, her own blood now mixed with his saliva which she could taste.
Peter tried to pull her away but Sarah struggled again and finally when she felt herself being lead away in a hurry she did the last thing possible; she screamed. The scream was piercing and fairly loud. It put Peter off for a moment and it burned in Sarah throat. He instantly put his hand across her mouth and held it there tight.
A head from a window near Sarah's room peered out. The woman recognised Sarah and saw the situation she was in. The woman screamed as well not understanding the scene but because of the scream and kept screaming out of her window.
Peter noticed the door to the tavern pub open and a couple of men ran out into the open, slightly intoxicated but still out into the street. They looked up to the scream and then noticed Sarah who was crouching on the floor by herself, steadying her heart beat and breathing.
Gloria poked her head out form the door, her fiery red hair making her noticeable. She noticed Sarah and ran to her side picking her up.
"Why is it, when I always see you, you look like a state?" Gloria asked.
Sarah didn't reply and let herself be taken into the care of Gloria and the tavern, noticing there was no sign of Peter anymore.
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The bath wasn't welcoming, but it seemed only right as Gloria had taken the time out to fill it. She had already washed this morning and the bath water seemed too cold for her, as it seemed to chill faster. Sarah looked at her wrinkled fingertips and licked her lips only close her eyes briefly at the sore spot where Peter had hit her near her jaw. The light gown she had worn this morning was a little ripped by the hem and Gloria had decided to fix it surprisingly. It now hung over a small stool along with cleaner slippers. The small room that acted as a wash room was cosy but a little cramped and dark. It may have been because the room at which she normally resided in was light a fresh, or maybe because she had spent recently a lot of time outdoors in the open and the light. Sarah didn't really know, but then again she didn't really care. She was just thankful; Peter hadn't got his way with her. A nasty slice of guilt came on her conscience for the old man who she assumed Peter had murdered. A single tear rolled down her cheek and she sat in the tepid water, her knees drawn up and her arms hugging her them. She rested her chin on her knees and starred blankly before herself.
After only a couple of minutes Sarah's concentration was broken as she registered, after its third knock, someone was at the door.
Her face went to the door and she asked who it was. There was no reply and so Sarah went back to her staring into space. Maybe it was Gloria, hopefully with hot water, but she didn't really care now.
The door crept open and Sarah didn't notice or bother to look at the person who had entered the room. She knew she was safe in 'The Rat' and knew that as long as Peter didn't fancy strolling into the room, she'd be ok. The faint smell of what seemed to be something she couldn't place her finger on got her attention in the end.
There wasn't any need to speak when Sarah turned her face lightly and saw who was in the room. If it had been anyone else she was had blushed about her dignity, possibly accused them of storming in a being a pervert, but instead she stood up from the tub the exact second James came over to her and held in a strong embrace. Sarah held James tight, a smile mingled with a lump in her throat.
"Oh God, I've missed you." She whispered as the feeling of safety filtered through her.
James let go of her and looked into her eyes. "Gloria told me what you told her about before. I'm sorry I wasn't there."
"James." Sarah whispered as tears started to flood her eyes.
James took her hand and helped her out of the bath finding a towel and wrapping it round her. Sarah stood motionless as water dripped onto the floor and her tears were added as well. James held her again and tried to sooth her and she soon calmed down. He kissed her fore head and held her with his hooked arm over her lower back. His hand went to his mouth and he pulled off his glove with his teeth, dropping it onto the floor. Using his bare hand he brushed her cheek and Sarah smiled into it, revelling in his caress.
"I wish you'd never gone away." Sarah told James.
James heart felt a twinge of guilt for leaving her.
"You shouldn't have strayed from your room Sarah." He replied softly but making a point.
"I only did it because...." Sarah started to say.
"I know." James interrupted. "I know, because of your friend; the lost boy."
Sarah looked up to James. "How?"
"I saw him and the other one. These were the boys I presume Tinkerbell was trying to tell me about. Peters plan worked only so far."
"So he planed to lead you astray?"
"No, not really. It was fate that both the lost boys and I ended up in the same spot. Peter also arrived too and when he found out you were not where he thought you'd be, he went to find you. I think we all thought you'd be in that damned tree house place. I didn't think you'd actually be back in Ravens town."
"Did he kill anyone?" Sarah asked
James shook his head.
Sarah looked away but quickly looked back at James, a frightened look on her features as she locked eyes with him.
"I didn't touch them." James replied, reading her mind.
Sarah didn't reply but James noticed the relief in her face.
"The curly haired one told the truth – that you'd went to see him. I found out he was the one that saved your life."
"Thank you for not touching them, I know you're involved in Peter's game still, but believe me, they're not on his side."
James didn't say anything just gave her a brief closed smile.
"Did they want you?" James asked.
Sarah frowned at first but understood what he meant.
"Hmm." Sarah mumbled unsure if she should answer.
"I was just wondering why they wanted you to see them. That's all."
Sarah knew James couldn't be fooled and sighed.
"So what have you decided?" James asked, a little apprehensive.
Sarah stood on her tip toes and kissed him. All the fury, all the passionate that needed to be let out was let out in her kiss. James had to steady her as she battled against his mouth, taking possession of it. It was a turn on for Sarah, whom had always been the 'weak' person and now that she had control she found herself hungry for the warmth, safety, comfort and body of the man in front of her. James dropped to his knees and Sarah moved her head in the slightest gesture, a tiny smile on her lips at what hopefully he was going to do. James pulled the towel from her body slowly and the material slid over her skin. A heat rose in Sarah's belly just because she was standing naked in front of James. It was amazing how a couple of days apart made you forget your confidence with someone. James, being the most confident took the lead in this new 'game'. He picked up the towel again and actually started to dry her leg. Sarah smiled at the strange activity but it all made sense when he rubbed the towel up her leg and over her thigh. He did the same on the other leg coming every close to her crotch but blanking it as he rubbed the material over her belly and below her breasts. He stood up and placed the towel over and across her back and down over her buttocks. A little smile had stayed on Sarah's lips. James then tried under her arms then turned and threw the towel, now damp, over to another side of the small room and looked back at Sarah. Her nipples were hard and her legs had that stance which wasn't quite together but a little parted. James reached to her hair and gently pulled the blonde locks out of its arrangement, running a hand through it and coaxing it to lie on one shoulder.
"You look like a goddess." James whispered already by just looking at her, feeling a tight constriction on his body.
It felt odd to be on display but the eyes that studied her were the most beautiful eyes Sarah had ever seen. They were indescribable, they could hold the ocean. Another heart beat seemed to pulse in the junction between her legs and was calling to be touched in some form.
James moved closer to her and Sarah caught the look he gave it her body before he kissed her. It was lustful and hungry. Amazed and relaxed.
Sarah wrapped her arms around the neck of her lover and kissed him eagerly. James' hand ran to her hip then over to the small of her back and pulled her closer to his body. Sarah moaned as she felt his imprint on her.
James pulled away from the kiss after a small amount of time and looked at Sarah.
"I think it best if we go." James said wanting to changing their surrounds to a more comfortable one.
Sarah pressed her lips together.
"Wait." She asked taking hold of his hand.
James looked down to her hand and back to her eyes, with a confused smirk on his features.
Sarah let go of his hand and went to retrieve the towel, placing it on the floor by his feet.
James got a funny twitch in his groin and he eyed Sarah as she dropped to her knees in front of him, running her hands up his legs over his hardened member and to the fastening on his trousers.
James had to smirk to himself. It was a good job he didn't have a schedule or anything, but it was pain to know that the door to the room they were in was unlocked and that tavern walls were thin. The only things that reassured him was the fact they were in a tavern and that it was fairly busy and noisy. The second was the person who was about to pleasure him. He would have preferred to be in better surrounds but the way that Sarah looked into his eyes before she held him, stroked him and then tasted him vanished anything that was on his mind. A moan escaped his lips and he pursed them together holding his groans in his throat.
Chapter thirteen: Peter and Sarah, Sarah and James
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The second thing Sarah thought to do was to find a place to run to. The beauty of the port was that a lot of meetings, socialising and activities were all about and even thought the port was fairly clear of people, the local taverns, shops and homes that lined the area were a welcoming sight.
Running into a pub clad in a nice dress in front of scruffy men and thieves was a risk she was willing to take if it saved her life from Peter.
All eyes instantly turned on her and Sarah noticed a silence along with it. Looking along the floor, Sarah tried not to bump into anyone as clients continued their gawking but with their previous conversations.
Sarah appeared to make a beeline to the bar and found an empty stool. She perched herself steadily, trying not to look, not like a lady and waited, preferably with her back to the door, avoiding the gappy smile of an old toothless man who she sat next to smelling like he had had one two many.
For what seemed like a minute or so, Sarah thanked her quick genius to hide in the tavern. Peter, being who he was, would not venture into what he didn't know and that basically was the inner exploration of Ravens town. Sure he'd fly around the place every now and again, but Ravens town belonged to a different type of person; it was the pirate town and Peter wasn't welcomed.
The bar man who had been watching Sarah closely, finally sidled up to her, watching her from across the other side of the bar.
Sarah noticed the middle aged man, who had a deep shadow of stubble on his face but in all, looked quite normal, compared to the pirates.
"After something love?" He asked his voice raspy, a sign of a smoker or just working in the bar for a long time.
"Err, no thank you." Sarah replied taking a quick glance to the door, just in case Peter had taken to searching through the dark windows.
"There's no free hospitality in here you know love." The bar man stated. "Even if you think we're lower than 'your' type of class." He added looking over her dress.
Sarah also looked at her dress and realised what he was getting at.
"No, err, listen. I'm not what you think. But, I have to stay here just for a little bit. Thank you."
"Well, that's ok love, as long as you buy a drink...." The bar man stated.
Sarah pulled a light face of grimace. She had no money. The earrings occurred to her and she reached up to touch them, looking at the bar man.
He shook his head and licked his lips lightly. "I don't except earrings."
Sarah retreated her hand from the earring and gave an apologetic look to the bar man.
"What is a young girl, dressed like you doing in a place like this anyway?" He asked suspiciously.
Sarah looked at the man and stated quietly. "I'm hiding."
The bar mans patience was wearing thin.
"I'll give you two options love. You can make this easy and go freely, 'cus you can't buy a drink, or, I'll let you stay and we can, let's say, make a little arrangement of payment and I'll..." The bar man chuckled to himself. ".....Keep you safe."
Sarah eyes widened and then narrowed. She stood from her stool. She didn't want to argue with the man but worst off she didn't want to be chucked out causing a commotion in the street; a commotion that perhaps Peter could hear.
Sarah followed her trail back to when she entered the pub. If she had been brave enough she would have tried to find another exit out of the pub, preferably out in the back.
Luckily for Sarah, there was no sign of Peter. Her slow cautious steps turned into a dash as she raced up a hill and towards her own room. Coming to a couple of thin alley ways that lead to a more direct but dirty passage to the street she resided in, she stopped to remember her bearings. A puddle of dirty water, or at least she hoped it was changed her attention as her light clear slipper was now dripping and seeping to her bare skin.
"Shit." She cursed, shaking her foot, still clutching her skirt a little higher. A shadow from the sky, which blocked the sun from her face, dashed by high in the air. Sarah gasped lightly and pressed herself against the nearest wall, as if it would hide her. Luckily the alley was slim and shade resided close by. Sarah, breathing a little more rapidly and the prospect of being found by someone was growing higher by the minute. She hoped the shade was hiding her. Peter had a fabulous advantage of finding people because he had a bird's eye view of any location. It was just a matter of spotting people.
Sarah looked up and the shadow seemed to be gone. A further few metres away, she moved along the wall, holding her lungs and stomach in as if she could flatten herself against the wall and not be seen. She had to think this carefully if she was going to try and make it to her room and not let Peter see her, if that was Peter at all, but how may other people did you see flying around in the sky unless there were only a couple of inches tall. The thought then occurred to her if she could make it to 'the rat' tavern near her room, she'd be able to find help through Gloria, the bar mans daughter, who knew James.
Sarah sighed heavily and took another breath and released it slowly. She crept along the wall again coming off it slightly, feeling a little braver.
The run wasn't that far it was just a case of not being seen but he did see her and he flew with tremendous speed to the ground near her. Sarah saw this and dashed even further towards the direction of what she thought would be the pub. Peter made a move to grab her and did successfully. Sarah struggled as both didn't exchange words but grappled with one another. Peter had the obvious upper hand and threw her into the ground. The sun now shined in the street and made it a beautiful sun spot as warmth radiated along the walls of brick and stone. Sarah gasped as Peter put his fore arm over her throat and came to kneel next to her. Peter took her arms with one hand and held them above her head. Sarah's struggling came even more frantic as the fight for breath was draining her. Silent tears streamed from the far edges of her eyes making the green pools glisten like emeralds. Her bottom red lip quivered and her struggle ceased to a weak fight.
"Why?" Her lips asked without words.
Peter noticed this and broke his concentration for a moment.
"Because..." He replied in a whispered tone, coming closer to her blueing face. "I love you and I don't want anyone to have you. I'd rather see you dead."
These were the words that struck poison in her heart; to be associated with the word love by Peter was a joke. Did he even know what love was!? Did he even show it!? If he had he'd been every wrong to think that what he put Sarah through was love. These were the words that fuelled her anger and her strength to fight. Her body squirmed to Peter's surprise and he actually weakened his grip on her at the unexpected movement she was emitting. It had just been enough and Sarah gasped in her breath, the biggest she could muster while she coughed and tried to run. Peter's fury wasn't complete as he knew she wouldn't be able to run away, but the annoyance of being back to step one and having to catch her again was grating on him.
Sarah propped herself up on her hands and knees, still taking in the air that flowed like silk through her chest. She felt extremely light headed and a bit queasy too but she fought the urge to just collapse onto the ground.
Peter had just stood up and watched with his arms folded in amusement, walking slowly to her.
"Stop!" A voice cried, a little croaky.
Peter turned to the voice which belonged to an old man. He was standing by his door, his walking stick, grasped in his old, thin hands.
Peter sneered at the old man who kept up his stance, a small Jack Russell type dog barking and snarling towards Peter from behind the door.
Sarah heard the barking and registered it was coming from another direction.
"Leave that woman alone, you little scum!" The old man protested brandishing his walking stick for emphasise.
The dog continued to bark.
"This doesn't concern you old man." Peter threatened him in a deadly tone.
"Help." Sarah gasped turning her face towards the old man.
Her plea wasn't that loud and the old man missed it. She mouthed the words again, but found it difficult to do so. Sarah watched as Peter approached the old man. He looked startled that Peter had actually walked right into his house, kicking the dog away. The dog continued to bark and to Peters annoyance. Sarah saw Peter close the door but not before a horrid 'yelp' from the dog was emitted followed by no more barking. A muffled noise of which must have been the old gentleman could be heard and Sarah, feared for him. As a couple of crashes came from behind the closed door, followed by silence. Sarah stood up, a little wobbly and held herself against a wall. She tried to yell for help but her voice still felt sore.
"Please, help, please....." She mouthed in a weak audible sound as she only knew what Peter was doing. Her calls were useless and her tears came back once more in a panic.
Her mind told her to run; this was an opportunity, but her legs stood like jelly unable to move in fear and guilt of the old man.
Sarah looked up the street. Her room wasn't too far away. If she could just make it into the open space of the street by the tavern, someone was sure to see her.
Sarah moved slowly at first and continued try to move quicker, her legs still not obtaining all the instructions she was telling them to do. She could now see the tavern and it wasn't too far. The sound of a door closing and her name being called harshly signalled the return of Peter and Sarah briefly turned to see his face ablaze with anger. He ran, chasing her and Sarah's adrenaline exploded in her body. Her heart began a serious thudding in her rib cage and a nervous feeling sent a cold chill over her skin as Peter caught up near her. Sarah turned again and stumbled onto the floor, her knees grazed and the smallest trace of blood on her skin. She didn't realise her legs were still running as she tried to get up, successfully moving again but only to have Peter grabbing her around the waist and flinging her into a wall.
"You shouldn't have run!" He spat harshly at her, his eyes narrowing, pushing again into the wall.
Sarah gasped again as her back collided with the warm stone. Her hands fumbled in front of her and she crossed her arms to shield her face before slicing in the air towards Peters face. He closed his eyes briefly and backed his face away from her hands as he struggled to catch them as they kept on attacking and clawing towards his face. Sarah, for once, had the upper hand and the thought of it made her even braver, yet frightened at the same time; this fortune wasn't to stay this way. Sarah used a knee which impacted in his groin and Peter double over in pain holding himself as he caught his breath. Sarah made another dash coming closer to 'the rat' and felt a little relief as she drew closer. Another struggled occurred again as Peter caught her for the third time, extremely pissed off. He hit her across the face but Sarah kept her stance. A trickle of blood slid down from the corner of her mouth and over her chin. Peter watched the motion as he held her. He brought his face towards her, his eyes burning into hers. Sarah made a mewl of protest and he held her tighter, his lips dropping to her chin as his tongue made a slow lick over her the trickle of blood up to the corner of her lips. Sarah growled at him and tried to push him away.
"Sick bastard!" She spat at him, her own blood now mixed with his saliva which she could taste.
Peter tried to pull her away but Sarah struggled again and finally when she felt herself being lead away in a hurry she did the last thing possible; she screamed. The scream was piercing and fairly loud. It put Peter off for a moment and it burned in Sarah throat. He instantly put his hand across her mouth and held it there tight.
A head from a window near Sarah's room peered out. The woman recognised Sarah and saw the situation she was in. The woman screamed as well not understanding the scene but because of the scream and kept screaming out of her window.
Peter noticed the door to the tavern pub open and a couple of men ran out into the open, slightly intoxicated but still out into the street. They looked up to the scream and then noticed Sarah who was crouching on the floor by herself, steadying her heart beat and breathing.
Gloria poked her head out form the door, her fiery red hair making her noticeable. She noticed Sarah and ran to her side picking her up.
"Why is it, when I always see you, you look like a state?" Gloria asked.
Sarah didn't reply and let herself be taken into the care of Gloria and the tavern, noticing there was no sign of Peter anymore.
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The bath wasn't welcoming, but it seemed only right as Gloria had taken the time out to fill it. She had already washed this morning and the bath water seemed too cold for her, as it seemed to chill faster. Sarah looked at her wrinkled fingertips and licked her lips only close her eyes briefly at the sore spot where Peter had hit her near her jaw. The light gown she had worn this morning was a little ripped by the hem and Gloria had decided to fix it surprisingly. It now hung over a small stool along with cleaner slippers. The small room that acted as a wash room was cosy but a little cramped and dark. It may have been because the room at which she normally resided in was light a fresh, or maybe because she had spent recently a lot of time outdoors in the open and the light. Sarah didn't really know, but then again she didn't really care. She was just thankful; Peter hadn't got his way with her. A nasty slice of guilt came on her conscience for the old man who she assumed Peter had murdered. A single tear rolled down her cheek and she sat in the tepid water, her knees drawn up and her arms hugging her them. She rested her chin on her knees and starred blankly before herself.
After only a couple of minutes Sarah's concentration was broken as she registered, after its third knock, someone was at the door.
Her face went to the door and she asked who it was. There was no reply and so Sarah went back to her staring into space. Maybe it was Gloria, hopefully with hot water, but she didn't really care now.
The door crept open and Sarah didn't notice or bother to look at the person who had entered the room. She knew she was safe in 'The Rat' and knew that as long as Peter didn't fancy strolling into the room, she'd be ok. The faint smell of what seemed to be something she couldn't place her finger on got her attention in the end.
There wasn't any need to speak when Sarah turned her face lightly and saw who was in the room. If it had been anyone else she was had blushed about her dignity, possibly accused them of storming in a being a pervert, but instead she stood up from the tub the exact second James came over to her and held in a strong embrace. Sarah held James tight, a smile mingled with a lump in her throat.
"Oh God, I've missed you." She whispered as the feeling of safety filtered through her.
James let go of her and looked into her eyes. "Gloria told me what you told her about before. I'm sorry I wasn't there."
"James." Sarah whispered as tears started to flood her eyes.
James took her hand and helped her out of the bath finding a towel and wrapping it round her. Sarah stood motionless as water dripped onto the floor and her tears were added as well. James held her again and tried to sooth her and she soon calmed down. He kissed her fore head and held her with his hooked arm over her lower back. His hand went to his mouth and he pulled off his glove with his teeth, dropping it onto the floor. Using his bare hand he brushed her cheek and Sarah smiled into it, revelling in his caress.
"I wish you'd never gone away." Sarah told James.
James heart felt a twinge of guilt for leaving her.
"You shouldn't have strayed from your room Sarah." He replied softly but making a point.
"I only did it because...." Sarah started to say.
"I know." James interrupted. "I know, because of your friend; the lost boy."
Sarah looked up to James. "How?"
"I saw him and the other one. These were the boys I presume Tinkerbell was trying to tell me about. Peters plan worked only so far."
"So he planed to lead you astray?"
"No, not really. It was fate that both the lost boys and I ended up in the same spot. Peter also arrived too and when he found out you were not where he thought you'd be, he went to find you. I think we all thought you'd be in that damned tree house place. I didn't think you'd actually be back in Ravens town."
"Did he kill anyone?" Sarah asked
James shook his head.
Sarah looked away but quickly looked back at James, a frightened look on her features as she locked eyes with him.
"I didn't touch them." James replied, reading her mind.
Sarah didn't reply but James noticed the relief in her face.
"The curly haired one told the truth – that you'd went to see him. I found out he was the one that saved your life."
"Thank you for not touching them, I know you're involved in Peter's game still, but believe me, they're not on his side."
James didn't say anything just gave her a brief closed smile.
"Did they want you?" James asked.
Sarah frowned at first but understood what he meant.
"Hmm." Sarah mumbled unsure if she should answer.
"I was just wondering why they wanted you to see them. That's all."
Sarah knew James couldn't be fooled and sighed.
"So what have you decided?" James asked, a little apprehensive.
Sarah stood on her tip toes and kissed him. All the fury, all the passionate that needed to be let out was let out in her kiss. James had to steady her as she battled against his mouth, taking possession of it. It was a turn on for Sarah, whom had always been the 'weak' person and now that she had control she found herself hungry for the warmth, safety, comfort and body of the man in front of her. James dropped to his knees and Sarah moved her head in the slightest gesture, a tiny smile on her lips at what hopefully he was going to do. James pulled the towel from her body slowly and the material slid over her skin. A heat rose in Sarah's belly just because she was standing naked in front of James. It was amazing how a couple of days apart made you forget your confidence with someone. James, being the most confident took the lead in this new 'game'. He picked up the towel again and actually started to dry her leg. Sarah smiled at the strange activity but it all made sense when he rubbed the towel up her leg and over her thigh. He did the same on the other leg coming every close to her crotch but blanking it as he rubbed the material over her belly and below her breasts. He stood up and placed the towel over and across her back and down over her buttocks. A little smile had stayed on Sarah's lips. James then tried under her arms then turned and threw the towel, now damp, over to another side of the small room and looked back at Sarah. Her nipples were hard and her legs had that stance which wasn't quite together but a little parted. James reached to her hair and gently pulled the blonde locks out of its arrangement, running a hand through it and coaxing it to lie on one shoulder.
"You look like a goddess." James whispered already by just looking at her, feeling a tight constriction on his body.
It felt odd to be on display but the eyes that studied her were the most beautiful eyes Sarah had ever seen. They were indescribable, they could hold the ocean. Another heart beat seemed to pulse in the junction between her legs and was calling to be touched in some form.
James moved closer to her and Sarah caught the look he gave it her body before he kissed her. It was lustful and hungry. Amazed and relaxed.
Sarah wrapped her arms around the neck of her lover and kissed him eagerly. James' hand ran to her hip then over to the small of her back and pulled her closer to his body. Sarah moaned as she felt his imprint on her.
James pulled away from the kiss after a small amount of time and looked at Sarah.
"I think it best if we go." James said wanting to changing their surrounds to a more comfortable one.
Sarah pressed her lips together.
"Wait." She asked taking hold of his hand.
James looked down to her hand and back to her eyes, with a confused smirk on his features.
Sarah let go of his hand and went to retrieve the towel, placing it on the floor by his feet.
James got a funny twitch in his groin and he eyed Sarah as she dropped to her knees in front of him, running her hands up his legs over his hardened member and to the fastening on his trousers.
James had to smirk to himself. It was a good job he didn't have a schedule or anything, but it was pain to know that the door to the room they were in was unlocked and that tavern walls were thin. The only things that reassured him was the fact they were in a tavern and that it was fairly busy and noisy. The second was the person who was about to pleasure him. He would have preferred to be in better surrounds but the way that Sarah looked into his eyes before she held him, stroked him and then tasted him vanished anything that was on his mind. A moan escaped his lips and he pursed them together holding his groans in his throat.