At this moment she can't remember when the last time was she felt so much fear. She was really scared. Marc shouldn't touch her. It is only horrible and she can't cry, since he has his wet, slippery tongue down her throat. Tongue. The only possibility, to escape him, is this.

Marc probably never felt this pain. How could he, when you grow up wealthy every day, never in contact with danger and adventure?

Loud and painfully he screams, after Calleigh almost bit his tongue off. But now she's free. She stands for that in pain curving man, coughing and trying to calm down again. Her legs are unable to move from their place, while he knees tremble.

Marc doesn't speak, looks at her hatefully. "Are you crazy?" He suddenly yells, walks towards her quickly. "Come on, you want it too!"

He takes her arm, pulls her against him. She screams. "Let me go!"

"I can see it in your eyes."

Nothing is left anymore. Nothing, from the old, charming Marc. Nothing from his elegance, his pride. It's scary. And suddenly he is there. She sees him as a dark shadow first, who jumps on Marc, so that he has to let Calleigh go, to defend himself against his attacker.

"Let her go, you bastard!"

Ryan.

She closes her eyes for easement, just for a moment. Her heart makes a jump from relieve, she can feel how the fear slowly falls off her shoulders and she doesn't care where Ryan came from, how he popped up from nothing. The main thing was, that he is here. Marc is irritated for a moment, because he hadn't counted on Ryan, now he was almost a head bigger than him and thinking. Marc's fist hit Ryan hard, in the middle of his face. Stumbling Ryan falls down, hands in front of his face, coughing from pain.

"Ryan!" Calleigh suddenly snaps out of her trance, hurries to the on the ground sitting Ryan. "Ryan, stand up!" But he just groans, doesn't want to take the hands off his face, also when she asks him to. She lifts her head. Marc stands there, looks speechless to his hand, like he couldn't believe when he just did. "What have I done?" She hears him mumble.

"Just disappear." She says. More hate a person can't get in his voice. She trembles from anger and excitation. "And don't you dare ever coming anywhere close to me."

For a moment she thinks that he wouldn't go, because he just looks at her, like in trance, still both hands in front of his face. But then he runs away. She watches, how gets into a car and drives of with squeaking tires shortly after.
"Ryan!" She kneels next to him, places both hands on his shoulders and softly shakes him. "Ryan, stand up." He takes his hands from his face, his mouth opened. For pain, she can see that in his eyes. His chest goes up and down, like he couldn't breathe too well. Probably the shock. His nose was strongly bleeding. Nevertheless he does what she says and stands up.

"Are you alright?" Calleigh asks, taking his by blood red made hand, to help him onto his feet, supports him and at the same time searches in her pocket for a handkerchief, but doesn't find one. Ryan nods, holds his head as if he had a headache and groans, so that it really makes Calleigh have empathy with him.

"I'm so sorry."

Actually she wanted to tell him so much more at that moment, but he wouldn't hear her anyway. He bows forward, holds with one hand still his bleeding nose, breathing heavily. She noticed that he is still holding her hand with his free one, like he was holding it for support, not to fall over. And she let him. She doesn't care that his hand is bloody. She is so sorry for him. Only because of her. Only because she had to go with Marc. He had been a complete disaster.

"I can't let you drive home like this." Her mouth talks on it's own. Her lips speak faster then she can think. But at this moment she decides not to fight it. She lets herself talk. "You are riding home with me."

Ryan looks up, his hand still covering his nose, like he couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Then he gets up and groans. "It hurt so damn bad."

How he's standing there, his nose upwards, so it would bleed too bad, his hand underneath it like a bowl, to protect his shirt and dark grey blazer from red spots, almost makes her laugh again. It's not an angry laugh, she doesn't make fun of him. It was just a laugh of sympathy. Tough to define, but somewhere he looked so…sweet again.

"That is not funny! I save you from this monster and for thanks you laugh at me." He said angry. She hears the played anger in his voice. He seemed to have found his humor again. She in his place would probably be very sourly. When he would be seeing someone else, without telling her any…Wait a minute! She doesn't want anything from him. Actually.

At this moment, she noticed, that their hands were still holding. He notices it too and pulls his hand from hers.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He murmurs a bit. "Doesn't matter." She smiles at him, look at her hand shortly, which is very red. But she really doesn't care. She can still feel his in it. "Do you have a handkerchief, or…?" The light hope in Ryan's voice wakes her from her thoughts. He is still standing there like that, trying to catch the blood. It reminds her that Ryan can be neurotic in some things. This is definitely his favorite shirt and he just can't stand not seeing it clean.

"No." she shakes her head. "Come on." She turns around, walks in the direction of her car. She hears from the footsteps that he is following her. And then they're both in Calleigh's car, she at the wheel, he next to her on the passenger's side. Again not speaking, while outside the darkness wraps the landscape in the shadows. While black trees fly by. Now and then another car passes them with bright headlights. He is still sitting there, as he stood before. Not removing his hand from his face.

They are on their way to Calleigh's house. Not knowing, how it would continue…But, of course she had only taken him because he couldn't drive himself in this condition. At her place, he could simply fresh himself up and then she'd drive him back to where his car stood. Nothing more. Of course not!

They arrived. Ryan gets out the car. It's not easy, fastening off and opening the door with one hand, and then also getting out. She also gets out, definitely easier than him, but obviously she hadn't been hit in her face by Marc's fist.

They walk to her house next to each other, which lies threateningly and big in the shadows. When she sets the first steps, the light above the door goes on. When she reaches the top, she takes her key out of her pocket, sticks it in the lock and turns it. It clicks and the door opens. She turns around. Ryan looks at her. Hopeful, but something else too. She spots a bit of fear in his eyes. Like he didn't know what would happen to him. He had removed his hand, his nose wasn't bleeding that much, just a bit.

She smiles at him encouraging, takes his arm and pulls him slowly and gently into the dark house with her…

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so, that was it. At first, of course. I just have to wait, till Cinegirl will translate the next chapter, but I think she hasn't got so much time to do it... ;)

Hope you like it!