A/N: This chapter is R on the movie scale. It is dark, twisted, everything you would expect from something stemming from a song like 'The Madness of King Scar'. (That was the original line for this story to follow, but I wanted to go deeper.)
A/N 2: I really didn't want to have to write this (it goes against everything I say on my profile) but it was the only way the story could work. There will be more chapters after this but none like this. Please keep reading! I even disgusted myself writing this, so feel free to flame me or whatever.
Chapter 6 – Wildest Nightmare
An anguished roar echoed over the barren Pridelands and Nala looked up. On a hill overlooking the plains, she could see Sarabi watching her. Nala was instantly on her feet, racing toward the older lioness. Something was wrong.
Well, everything's wrong, Nala thought to herself. "Sarabi, what is it?"
She could see now the tear streaks on Sarabi's face. Sarabi said nothing, but gestured behind her on the other side of the hill. Nala looked and almost retched.
The body lying in the grass was unrecognizable, covered in blood, gashes, and graying hyena fur.
Nala gasped and bit her tongue to keep the bile from rising in her throat. "Who…?"
Sarabi's face had hardened. "Nakali. For some reason, those awful beasts have begun destroying our pride. They've killed Eleta as well."
She shivered. "When I found her, the… body was being gorged on by the… those horrid things!"
Rage erupted in Nala's body like she'd never known before. "How can they do this? It's their fault there's nothing to eat here!"
She shook her head furiously. "I can't take this anymore! Enough is enough; I'm going to talk to Scar."
Sarabi called after her, "Be careful of the hyenas, it's close to dusk."
Nala leapt up the rocks and burst into the cave where Scar was pacing back and forth.
"Scar!"
He spun around. "Nala…" his breathing was quick, sweat glistening on his brow.
Excellent… no need to lure her after all…
"Your timing couldn't be more perfect." His calm façade masked a thundering heartbeat.
She eyed him warily. Something was wrong with him.
His gaze swept over her form. "My, how you've grown…"
She shuddered and remembered her reason for coming. "Scar, the hyenas aren't over-hunting anymore, they've started killing us now! You have to do something!"
"Ah, but they haven't killed you yet, my dear," he growled, beginning to circle her hungrily.
Her pulse quickened. "Of course not, but they've killed my friends. And you… you killed my mother." She looked up at him. "Why?"
He gave a sarcastic smile. "She would not agree to something I wanted."
"Which was?"
"I wanted… I needed a mate."
Ultimate shock and horror filled her eyes. "What?"
He smirked. "How does one continue a line when one has no line to continue?"
His tail curved sensuously around her neck, flicking her chin with its tuft as he circled again.
"But she would not consent… Sarabi would never agree either. That left you. And you… you, my darling, sweet Nala, are all I've ever dreamed of in a mate. You are beautiful, strong, athletic, and… fully capable of fulfilling a lioness's true duties."
In one swift movement, he threw her body to the floor.
There was a slight hill in the rock, and he leaped to block the way as she rolled. Crouching low, his tongue met her cheek, his fangs clipped her ear.
Nala screamed in rage. "Get away from me!"
"Nala," he purred, "it's the same everywhere. Everyone is starving. I starve as well, but I don't need food." He bent close to her ear, running his tongue over it. "I starve for you."
She tried to roll to her feet, but he pressed his paws to her chest. "I will starve for you until I have you."
Nala swiped at his face. "Trying to give me another scar, are you?" he laughed and dragged his tongue over her face.
She would have kicked him if he weren't laying across her hip. "You foul, twisted beast!" she cried. "What are you doing?"
He licked his lips. "There are certain… assets that I wish to enjoy."
Nala blanched. "STOP IT!"
"If you think screaming will aid you," he snarled, "think again. We have hours until dawn and no one to hear you scream."
She froze, the truth sinking in.
"That's right, my dear, you are mine."
"NO!" She screamed with all the air in her lungs and her breathing became ragged. "You can't do this…"
"Oh, but I can," he whispered. "Or have you forgotten who rules this realm? I am the king, I can do whatever I want."
"Sarabi will still hear me," she argued, desperate for a sliver of hope.
"No," he corrected, "nobody can hear you. A voice echoes over the empty plains, carried by the hot, restless winds." His tongue moved to her neck. "This cave is full; nothing will breach the entrance. The fire of my passion alone envelopes it. Every emotion present fills it."
"I can't breathe," she whispered. "You're too heavy… get off."
He threw back his head and laughed, a chilling, triumphant sound that echoed in her brain. But instead of heeding her request, he moved into her.
Nala screamed again, louder than she'd ever screamed in her life.
"It hurts… you're hurting me… please stop… please…"
Her head fell back against the cold stone floor.
"So," he murmured aloud, "even the great warrior lioness begs."
Scar dug his claws into her shoulders. This pleasure… was to die for.
Nala suddenly opened her eyes; they found him, unfocused. "Simba?"
He snarled. "Simba is gone, my dear. He vanished, remember?"
She took a deep breath as he thrust.
"No… this can't be... I'm dreaming…"
"Oh, but it's true, darling," he grinned evilly, passion glowing in his eyes.
"No…" she whispered again.
He withdrew and she collapsed.
"What have you done to me?"
"It's what you've done to me," he said, circling her, taking in every inch of her body.
"You've just made me the most powerful ruler in Africa. Now I can have all I ever wanted… the greatest line this land has ever known! And you, by my side."
His eyes showed her tenderness, but greed flashed through for an instant; an instant she caught. In a low, feral growl, she whispered, "I will never bear your cubs."
He laughed again. "You will change your mind. Let me love you… again—
Nala mustered all the strength she had left and swung desperately toward his face with a paw. This time, she hit her mark.
Scar snarled in rage and backed away. He ran a paw over his face to find a gash now on his right eye, a twin to his left.
"Nala…" he hissed, "you know how I loathe violence. One day, you will bear me a son. Whatever it takes, Nala!"
She had staggered to her feet. "Never… Never!"
He turned to face her. "You belong to me," he growled. "You, all of you; you belong to me!"
She stumbled backwards out of the cave into the hot, black night.
I'm so sorry! I didn't want to put her through that, but plot demanded… Okay, so I'm making excuses. It will get better, everything will turn out okay in the end… whenever that comes… Please R&R! PS: His line about "hours ahead of us and no one to hear you scream" was a HP-Order of the Phoenix reference, if you caught it. Go read the book again if you didn't! lol.
