You Must Remember This…
By Darkness' Domain
(Cast list)
Erik Damon: Gerard Butler
Christine Lennox: Emmy Rossum
Detective Nick Fox: Jason Isaacs
Paul Chains: Patrick Wilson
Celeste Wilcox: Minnie Driver
Meg Gary: Jennifer Ellison
Pete "Hammer" O'Neal: The Rock
Conner Xavier: Sean Bean
Summery
Erik Damon is a hit man that has been hired to kill a witness to a murder. But when the time comes to kill the young woman he ends up being shot and having to kidnap her.
PART ONE
New York City
Christine Lennox entered the little café near her apartment on, what seemed to be, a normal Monday morning as she was on her way to work. She worked for a fashion company called, L.E.R. Christine softly hummed to herself as she made her way into the café called, La France. As she entered she walked by the counter and went into the ladies room first. Her cell phone went off as she washed her hands. "Hello?" Christine said as she answered the phone. "Hi, daddy, I'm in La France right now. Right, I'll see you tonight. Okay, bye." Christine said before closing her cell phone.
There was a song playing in the back round by Billie Holiday called 'Just the Thought of You.' It made Christine smile happily and made her think of her boyfriend, Paul. As Christine walked out of the bathroom she heard two men arguing. The café was empty.
As Christine came around the corner she saw a man pull a gun and shoot the other man in the head. Christine stopped dead in her tracks and gasped.
She felt her knees buckle and her stomach lurch. The man who had shot the other man didn't seem to have noticed Christine and ran out of the café.
Christine couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. A man had just gotten half of his head blown off right in front of her. With shaky hands, Christine pulled out of her cell phone and dialed 911.
The police and ambulance came within a few minutes. When the police came in they found Christine where she was when she had called 911. She was a crying mess. She couldn't move and could barely speak. The paramedics carried her out of the café and questioned the owner who had been in the backroom at the time. Christine was the only one who had seen anything.
"Miss Lennox?" Christine heard her name spoken by a man behind her. She was sitting in the back of the ambulance getting checked over. She turned around to see a tall man with dark hair and pale eyes standing in front of her. "How do you feel?" he asked her politely. She sighed and nodded her head. "My name is Detective Nick Fox, can I ask you a few questions, if your up for it?" he asked her. Christine nodded her head he smiled. "Okay. Did you hear what the two men were talking about?" he asked her.
Christine thought back in her head. "No, sorry." She said shaking her head. Nick nodded his head. "What did the man look like?" he asked. Christine thought back again in her head. "He was… really tall. Built like a wrestler, but not the kind with out the neck. Um… tan skin, dark hair, dark eyes. Well dressed." She explained. "That's all I really remember, sorry." She said. Nick shook his head and wrote down everything she said. "No, actually, you just described the person we suspected in the first place. Thank you, Miss Lennox. You've been a tremendous help. Would you like a ride home?" he asked her.
She nodded her head. "Yes, thank you. I need to call my father." She said standing. Nick took her hand and helped her to her feet. He walked Christine over to a police cruiser.
After telling the officer where she lived Nick Fox said goodbye to her and told he would be in touch.
As Christine was driven home she couldn't stop her hands from fidgeting. When she got home two officers stood out side her building watching her. She knew it was only for her protection. She was the only witness in a murder so she understood the need for protection. When Christine turned on the TV the shooting was everywhere. And even on a few channels Christine saw herself being filmed while talking to Nick Fox. Christine went to her phone and as she went to pick it up it rang.
Christine knew it was either Paul or her father. Christine picked it up and sure enough it was her father.
One week later
"Today police have arrested Pete "Hammer" O'Neal, a convicted mob boss who finished his parole not six months ago and is already arrested for murder. The hearing will take place two months from now where the only witness with testify to what she saw one week ago…" Conner Xavier turned off the TV. He then pulled out his gun and shot it. He turned to his phone and dialed a number he had learned to memorize. "Erik Damon, its Xavier. I have a job for you. Yeah, can you take her out before the hearing? Perfect, your money will be waiting in the normal place. You choose how, when and where. Thanks, I owe you another one." Xavier said hanging up the phone.
That little Lennox woman had been a thorn in his side long enough.
One more week later, Friday evening
Paul Chains stood in front of the fridge when his girlfriend Christine came into the kitchen. "You were starring when I left, are you alright?" she asked him, touching his shoulder. Paul closed the fridge and took her hand and pulled her to him. "No, I can't sleep at night anymore Christine with out worrying about you." He whispered to her. Christine wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed. "I know. But I'll be fine. I promise. You'd better go you have an early flight." She told him. Paul nodded his head.
He pulled back from her and kissed her deeply on her lips. "Bye." He said before leaving.
As Paul got into the elevator a man dressed in black bumped into him. "Sorry," the man said in a deep voice. "No problem, my fault." Paul said before pressing the number for his floor. The man walked down the hall toward Christine Lennox's apartment. As he walked toward the apartment he heard the elevator open and then close.
"Damon!" someone shouted. Erik Damon turned around to see a man named Lynch standing there. Erik knew who Lynch was he was the "local hit man". Erik was a professional but Lynch was just a sick bastard. Erik pulled out his gun with a silencer on the end and fire at Lynch's knee, it was a direct hit. Erik then turned to the corner toward Christine's apartment he could take care of her and then finish off Lynch.
When Erik arrived at Christine's door he knocked and waited for her to answer. "Just a minute!" he heard her call sweetly from behind the door. Just as the door opened Erik saw Lynch out of the corner of his eye. Erik turned but fired too late. Lynch ad fired his gun and shot Erik in the shoulder. Erik heard Christine scream and then slam her door shut. Erik fired at Lynch again this time hitting him between the eyes. Erik kicked open Christine's door and saw her run into the bedroom where she slammed her door.
Erik soon heard sirens from the open window, someone in the building must've called 911 when they heard Christine scream. Erik ran to the bedroom door and kicked it open. He saw Christine's shoe sticking out from under the bed. Erik walked quickly over to the bed and pulled her by her foot. Christine screamed again. Erik caught her arm with his hand and pinned her to the bed.
Suddenly, someone shot at them. Erik was shot again in the back but the bullet only grazed his back as he turned. Lynch must not have come alone. Erik dropped to his knee and pulled out his second gun and fired at the three men who were entering the apartment. "Get in the closet!" Erik yelled at her, speaking for the first time. Christine didn't wait to run to the closet. Erik continued firing at the men until all three were on the ground wounded or dead, either way Erik didn't care.
When he was sure no more were coming he went to the closet and dragged Christine out. "Come on, you're coming with me," He said to her quickly and roughly. He was very pissed off after just being shot twice. He dragged her toward door and hurried down the hall with her. Erik reached the fire exit stairs and went down them, setting off the alarm as he went. Erik stopped once to let Christine catch her breath for a moment or two. Erik didn't understand why he had killed her in the apartment.
In fact, he didn't know why he didn't just kill her now. He had never had trouble killing anyone before, but this was the first time he had ever been hired to kill a woman, and what a woman. Erik pointed the gun at Christine's head and she fell back onto the steps. She saw him struggling to pull the trigger, but he couldn't. Erik threw the gun away and grabbed Christine's arm again and pulled her down the steps to the parking lot where his car was waiting.
"What do you want with me?" she asked him after he had thrown her into the back of a black Mustang. "Shut up," he hissed. Erik did his best not to speed of do anything that might get him pulled over. He knew he must have been set up. By Xavier maybe? Why would he hire him and then attempt to kill him during a job? It didn't make sense. Of course, Erik had a lot of people who wanted him dead.
It was about maybe a half an hour later when they were finally out side the city and in the country. Erik had a hide out where he lived after doing a job. In this case he needed to stay there for a long time. He also had to think about what he was going to do with Christine Lennox. When he pulled the car into the old barn he saw Christine was asleep.
For the second time he looked her over.
She had long wavy chocolate brown hair, long legs and her skin was a very beautiful porcelain white color. Her right knee look purple from falling somewhere during the fight. As he starred at her knee he glanced at the rest of her bare legs (she wore a skirt).
Erik shook his head and got out of the car and went around to Christine's side. He opened her door and unbuckled her belt and picked her up in his arms and carried her into the old farm house.
He laid her down on the old couch in the living room and handcuffed her to the couch. He went into the bathroom down the hall and checked his wound. His half white mask was slightly out of place so he fixed it. Erik tore open his shirt and pulled the bullet out with some scissors and then cleaned out the wound. After Erik finished cleaning his wound he took a shower and when he got out and was dressed he heard a scream come from the living room.
Erik had almost completely forgotten that Christine was still in his living room and in his house. Erik walked casually into the living room to see Christine struggling to get the handcuff off of her. "That won't help you." Erik said. Christine gasped when she saw him. He was very intimidating. He was a tall, well built man with a half white mask upon his face and he carried a gun. He was very frightening to her.
Christine could not stop shaking. "Besides," Erik continued as he walked toward her. "Even if you do escape where would you go? There isn't anything near us for miles." He assured her. Christine looked away from him she didn't want him to see her cry.
Erik kneeled down next to her and checked her knee. Christine flinched and tried to move away from him when he touched her bruised and aching knee. He rolled his eyes at him.
"Does this hurt?" he asked when he placed only the palm of his hand on her knee. She hissed in pain and nodded her head.
Erik stood up and went to the kitchen that was right next to the living room. He took out an old glass and filled it with cold water and put it in the freezer. Erik left her alone again and went to retrieve some blankets. He knew they would be here for a long time.
When he returned Christine was sitting up straight. He walked toward her and placed two heavy blankets down next to her. "Oh, what a gentlemen you are." She muttered under her breath. Erik didn't care about her comment he had found it quite amusing actually.
He could tell she was going to be a handful.
Erik left the house once more to retrieve some fire would from the barn and when he returned Christine was still sitting there on the couch starring off into space. Erik started a fire and then went to her. He could tell she was shivering just by looking at her. He sighed and unlocked her handcuff. He reached out and took her hand in his and led her over toward the fire where he had laid out a blanket and pillow for her lay down on.
Christine complied because she knew there was no point in fighting. Even if she tried to get away he would find her and then kill her. She still hadn't figured out why he hadn't killed her yet.
"It's a fucking slaughter house," a fellow detective said as he led Nick Fox to the crime scene. When they entered Christine Lennox's apartment there were three dead men being taken out by the medics. Blood was everywhere. "Christine Lennox isn't anywhere to be found in the building but I'm having my guy's double check for ya," the man said to Nick. "Thanks man." Nick said looking around the crime scene. He knew he should've put heavier security on Christine, but he didn't and she might be dead because of him.
Nick sighed deeply when he entered the bedroom. Her shoes had fallen off and were on the floor near the bed. The bed looked a little tussled but there was no signs of rape. The closet looked like it was forced open and closed and then opened again. Nick prayed that Christine was alive and alright.
"What the hell was that?" Christine said sitting up in front of the fire to see Erik sitting there watching her. She had a loud screech and it scared her. "It's just a screech owl." He assured her. He gently poked the fire. Christine's glass of ice was next to her. "I told you to keep it on your knee," he scolded her. He moved over to her and pulled the blanket back. She was about to protest when he placed the glass of ice upon her knee. She hissed at the cold. She grasped his hand that held the glass to her knee tightly.
Erik winced when he felt her nails biting into his skin but he ignored it. He had felt worse pain in his life. Erik's other hand held her down so she couldn't get away. "It stings." She complained. Erik rolled his eyes. "At least you didn't get shot." Erik shot back at her. Christine glared at him and then looked away. She took her hand off of his when the she felt her knee begin to numb.
When the ice began to slowly melt Erik took the glass away and went into the kitchen and placed the glass back into the freezer and then sat back down at the fireplace near Christine. "What is your name?" Christine asked boldly after a few minutes of silence. "Erik," he answered her. She nodded her head. "How is your shoulder?" she asked him.
"What do you care?" he snapped. Christine sighed and then lay back down and closed her eyes.
But she couldn't fall asleep. Then she sat up and glared at him. "It wouldn't kill you to talk once and a while." She snapped. Erik put down the fire poker and looked at her. "No, but if you continue to talk and annoy me it might just kill you." He said calmly. Christine felt vulnerable at his threat but if he wanted to kill her he would've done it already.
"Are you married?" she asked him, not knowing what else to say. Erik shook his head. "No, but I used to be." He told her. This surprised Christine and it surprised Erik that he even said that. He had never told anyone that he used to be married. But that was too a tragic story to tell anyone. Erik didn't even like to remember he used to be married because it caused him too much pain to even remember.
Christine pulled the blanket back over her body and lay down on her side and starred into the fire.
When Christine woke up the next morning she was alone and the fire was out and Erik was asleep. He was leaned against the couch that he had pushed toward the fireplace.
Christine sat up and looked at him. He was a very handsome man but the half white mask covered half of his face so she didn't know what the other side looked like. She wondered why such a handsome man would want to hide part of his face. Erik had dark hair and tan skin and pale blue eyes that she remembered last night.
He was tall, well built looked athletic. She knew she shouldn't be but she found herself… actually attracted to him.
That wasn't right! The man had attempted to kill her, then kidnapped her and was holding her against her will.
But as Christine starred at Erik she noticed blood from his wound was leaking from his bandage and onto his shirt. She crawled over to him and touched his shoulder. Erik's eyes suddenly snapped open and his hand shot out and grasped her wrist. She gasped in pain. "Your shirt." She whispered. Erik looked down at his wound and saw that it was bleeding. He let go of her and stood up and went into the kitchen and got some old bandages from the cupboards. He sat on the table and took off his shirt.
Christine followed him. "Let me do it," she said to him softly. Erik looked at for her a moment and then let her. Christine took out the scissors from the first aid kit and cut off the old bloodied bandage. She requested a needle and thread and Erik told her there was some in the kit. She cleaned and sewed up his wound and then began wrapping his shoulder in a new fresh bandage. "You did that pretty well," Erik said as she washed her hands to get the blood off. "My father is a doctor," she told him.
Erik nodded his head at her.
Then something to Christine, would she ever see her father again? Or even Paul? How long was he going to keep her here in this prison? She turned back to Erik as he threw his bloodier shirt into the sink next to her. Christine leaned against the counter as he looked through the kit to see what he had left and what he needed to buy. Christine couldn't stop her eyes from looking at his well toned body up and down.
He had a flat stomach and well defined abs. 'God knew what he was doing when he made you,' Christine thought, but she quickly tried to dismiss her attraction to him and thought of Paul. She loved Paul and no one else. She was attracted to Paul and no one else. Christine turned away from him and faced the sink. She turned it on and began washing his shirt.
Suddenly, she felt him behind her. "Are you feeling alright?" he asked her softly. She felt his warm breath against her neck and tickle and sent shivers down her spine-the good kind. She nodded, unable to speak or find her voice. "I should have a look at your knee." He said to her. She shook her head. "No, that's… not necessary." She assured him. But when she went to walk away she limped badly.
Erik grasped her arm and turned to face him. He then picked her up into his arms and carried her over to the couch where he lay her down. "Stay." He ordered sternly, and he walked away to get something for her to eat and to get the glass. Christine was surprised at how he had spoken to her. 'Stay! Are you a dog?' Christine demanded in her head.
After Christine had eaten Erik let her take a shower while he cleaned her clothes.
When she got out her clothes still weren't done so Erik let her wear one of his shirts which was very large compared to her.
"Are you coming out or not?" Erik demanded as he stood out side the bathroom door. "Not! This shirt is too big!" she cried out. Erik rolled his eyes he had been quite a lot of that since she came. "Then you can go around naked." He threatened. There was silence and then the door opened and Christine marched out in nothing but a long white shirt.
Erik watched her as she walked over to the fire place and sat down on the couch and covered herself with the blanket. "How long are you planning on keeping me here?" she demanded from him. That was something Erik had been thinking of ever since he brought her here. "Until I get sick of your… company." He said, because he couldn't think of anything else to say and because he didn't really have an answer.
"They'll try and find me you know." She assured him. Erik walked over to her and sat dangerously close to her. "They will try and they will fail." He told her. Christine looked at him and when she did she realized how close they actually were. Erik couldn't deny Christine was beautiful, she truly was. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
With giving his next move a lot of thought, his hand slowly reached out and touched her cheek. His large hand moved down her cheek until he grasped her chin and began to pull her slowly toward his lips. Christine didn't struggle or make any attempt to get away from him. Perhaps she wanted to taste him as much as he wanted to taste her.
Then, with out further delay Christine pressed her lips against his lips. Their mouths opened almost together and their tongues glided softly into each other's mouths. Christine moaned softly as Erik's tongue slid against her own and then licked the roof of her mouth. Erik swiftly pulled the blanket from her body. Christine's first instinct was to take back to the blanket but Erik had thrown it to the floor and she couldn't reach it.
Erik's hand then slowly glided up her smooth thigh and under the shirt until it came to rest up her shirt and on her bare breast. Christine moaned loudly into his mouth as he touched her. Then his lips moved down her neck and kissed and bit gently on her neck. Christine's hands clutched Erik's shirt and she closed her eyes as he kissed her. Then she saw Paul's face in her head and she pulled away. "No!" she cried. She stood up and walked away from him with her back to him.
She went to the sink in the kitchen and turned on the cold water and ran her hands under the water and then placed her hands on her face. When she turned around Erik was standing in front of her. She was about to protest when he came at her and pushed her against the counter. He pushed his lips against her own and thrust his tongue into her wet mouth.
Erik kissed her harder than before and much rougher. Christine once again clutched his shirt in her hands and pulled him to her. Erik pushed her harder against the counter and she felt his obvious arousal pressing against her. She could tell that he was big and when he rubbed himself against her she moaned louder. Erik grasped the undersides of her thighs and then wrapped her legs around his waist. He reached up and ripped her underwear from her body.
Christine began to unbutton his dark shirt and then when she finished with the last button she pushed it from his shoulders. She leaned forward and began planting wet kisses along his neck and chest. Erik got a better hold on her and when he was sure he had her he pulled her away from the counter, swung her around and slammed her down onto the table. Erik made sure her legs were spread and wrapped securely around his waist before he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants.
Christine had never made love on a table before. 'If you call this making love,' she thought to herself. Even if Christine wanted to struggle, or to fight, she knew it would be to no avail because Erik could easily over-power her and take her by force. But she wondered if Erik would have actually done that, he didn't seem like the kind of man who would.
"Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are?" Erik whispered to her. Christine was to overcome with her burning desire to even answer him. Christine grasped his shoulders when she felt him bare between her thighs. Erik grasped Christine's wrists in his hands and placed them above her head slowly with one hand. Christine closed her eyes when she felt the head of Erik's hard member enter her slowly. Erik hissed in pleasure and then thrust himself completely inside of her filling Christine completely.
Christine heard him groan loudly as he began to thrust hard and fast inside of her. It was such an amazing feeling to have him inside of her body. He let go of her wrists and grasped her hips. Christine met him thrust for thrust. She bucked her hips wildly beneath him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She moaned loudly as he took her on the old wooden table that made groans of protest as Erik slammed into her again and again.
As they made love Christine opened her eyes and looked into Erik's and he looked back. After a few more minutes Christine came hard and fast around Erik and he was quick to follow her and he too released himself inside of her. Christine screamed in ecstasy when she came and Erik moaned into her neck.
For a few minutes they just lay there, their bodies sticking together from their sweat. Erik kissed Christine neck a little before removing himself from her body. He zipped up his pants and then buckled his belt. He picked Christine up, thinking she was probably too over-whelmed to walk, and carried her to the couch and laid her down. He kneeled down next to her and kissed her forehead and went to get her a drink.
Christine just lay there, thinking about what she had just done. She had betrayed Paul! She had slept with her kidnapped! What kind of woman was she to do that? Christine felt sick to her stomach. She needed to leave before she made another mistake like that again.
End of PART ONE