A/N: Thank you all who have read and reviewd my new LWD stories it makes me super happy!! heres the next chapter i hope you like it!!
"Casey!" Derek yelled as she was ripped away from him His hands clutched air as Casey was hurtling backwards in to one of the men. His arms wrapped around hers so they were pined by her sides. Casey let out a scream as she was lifted off the ground. Her legs flailed as she tried to get out of the man's grasp.
"Der-ek!" Casey screamed as Derek lunged towards her fighting against the arms that held him. The man holding Casey clamped a large tattooed hand over her mouth which Casey in turn bit down on hard enough, that she drew blood and her jaw throbbed in pain. The man howled as a smaller, lankier man with a gun in his hand pulled back and swung his hand forward connecting it with the side of Casey's face. Derek was frozen as he watched Casey's body grow limp. Anger swelled inside him as he thrashed out keeping his eyes on Casey who was being taken through a door.
"NO!" Derek's voice thundered, as he finally broke free. His hand swung with amazing force and hit one of the guys who was holding him straight in the jaw. He turned and another guy about his size was there. Derek crouched down low so that his shoulder collided with the man's leg. Derek wrapped his arms around his legs and tackled him to the ground and then sent three punches to the guys face and then jumped to his feet rushing forward. Before he could get any further, the man who hit Casey stepped in between him and the door. Derek stopped in his tracks as he literally stared down the barrel of a gun.
"Let's play nice; Yea?" The man with the gun said. His voice was thick with a British accent, and eyes were an icy grey that made Derek want to shiver. His brown hair was spiked up with frosted tips and a streak through his bangs.
Derek let him self come out of crouching position to stand straight up. Every fibre of his body was stiffened, fists coiled and ready to swing.
"Where the hell did you take her?" Derek growled as two men stepped up to grab his arms while the icy eyed guy lowered his gun.
"Now, now mate, let's show our boy some hospitality." The men released Derek's arms and he stepped towards the man.
"Bring Casey back now."
"Sorry mate, Casey's a little… busy at the moment. I need you to do something for me if you want to see her safe and sound; yea?"
"How bout you bring her back here now and save me the trouble of rearranging your face?"
"Big words mate, Are you sure she's worth it?"
"She's worth more then you can imagine." Derek growled as the man sat in a chair crossing his legs casually.
"We'll then I guess you wont refrain from helping us then. If it mean's saving your… sexy looking step sister…" Derek stepped towards him and was once again pinned by random gang members,
"Don't you dare even think about her."
"Oh my apologies… I guess you would like to know more about me before I jump your foxy sister. Cam's the name. Now that we are all introduced let's get on with this yea? Snake get our mate a seat." A chair was pushed behind Derek's legs taking them out from under him.
"You hungry? Thirsty? Spike, get Derek a pizza, and a coke."
"I'm. Fine. Hurry the hell up."
"Oo… feisty. Guess that means you don't want to share Casey huh?" Derek's hands tightened around the armrests so hard he could hear the faint crack of his knuckles.
"I'm trying your patience I get it. So here's the deal. We need to buy some time. So, we need a favour. A video. Of you acting pitiful, and pretending like you don't know Casey is here."
"Why?" Derek asked actually confused.
"Your Dad needs some… motivation. And if he thinks you and the fox are scared hurt and alone, it might bump him into gear." Derek glared at Cam but no one took notice.
"Deal?" Cam asked leaning forward towards Derek while extending a hand.
"And if I don't?"
"Then it's no real loss to me mate. I'll just use Casey to help me cope with the disappointment if you know what I mean.." Derek was on his feet and so was Cam
"What? If you want to save her, oblige mate." Cam said. His and Derek's chests were touching as they glared each other down. Derek was fuming and his jaw was tight.
"Fine." Was all he said as Cam smiled widely; flashing pearly whites.
"Great. Tag, get Derek a script; yea? See you when it's done mate." Cam said before going through the door that Casey went through. Soon after the guy who took Casey in there came out. Casey was alone with Cam and Derek didn't like that one bit.
"See Mate? That wasn't so hard." Derek shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Yea sure. Where's Casey."
"Easy mate. You'll get her when you get her."
"You said I would get her back!" Cam laughed leaning back onto the couch.
"I said you'd save her if you did what we asked I didn't say you'd get her back. Thanks to you, she's not too busted up." Derek was restrained again as he lashed out at Cam.
"What do you mean not too busted up? I swear if she is so much a uncomfortable…"
"You'll what? What can you do?" Cam laughed not even distressed with how close Derek had gotten to him. Cam nodded at the guys who had Derek who dragged him back to his room.
The door slammed behind him and Derek ran at it banging loudly until his body grew tired. He put his back to the door and slid down it letting his head fall in his hands.
He couldn't believe it. They took Casey away from him. The look on her face when they took her was pure terror and he kept seeing it over and over. His thoughts were morbid. He should have fought harder; he shouldn't have given up so easily. Thanks to him Casey was somewhere alone possibly hurt and he couldn't do anything about it.
He could feel his eyes burning with tears as he wiped at them angrily. If anything happened to her, Derek would never forgive himself. Derek was upset with himself. Not only had he allowed Casey to get in this situation where he couldn't protect her. He realized that it was pathetic that it took him this long to appreciated her, and realize that Casey meant more then the world to him.
It had been nearly a week, and each bathroom break, each time they brought him food Derek had pushed his way out the door to get to Casey only to be beaten back into the room.
They brought him back from the washroom and two of them shoved him into the room. Immediately, like second nature, Derek spun around trying to catch the door. When it shut Derek screamed and punched at the door until a meek voice lulled him into peace.
"Derek?" the voice sounded almost desperate. Derek's breath hitched in his throat as he turned to see the tiny figure stand shakily to her feet.
"Casey…" Derek breathed running forward pulling Casey to him. She started crying, so hard Derek thought she was going to pass out. He held her so tight he thought at any moment she would meld into him. "Casey…" he whispered again as he pushed her back to examine her face. She was unusually pale. Dark circles surrounded her eyes like she was sick with something. The whole side of her face was splattered with dried blood and bruises. Derek grazed his hand across her cheek as she winced and her crying worsened.
"Oh God Casey… I'm so sorry." He said pulling her to him again. Casey was smothering herself with the crook of Derek's neck. The past week had been horrifying and now with Derek she finally felt safe. She depended on him more then she realized and the only thing that got Casey through everything was thinking about Derek, wishing that she were back to that morning when they were lying in bed. When they actually forgot about there surroundings and were just together.
Just together. Casey smiled through her tears. If anything good came of this, it was how amazing she realized that sounded; especially when it involved Derek. He was her safety net. Whether or not it was from the current situation or Derek himself, Casey had realised something. She was falling for Derek.
"What have they done to you…?" Derek whispered gently trying to wipe her face free of tears. Casey shuddered and Derek noticed this. Visions of her being passed around by the men brought upon tremors that helped Derek's imagination to build. They hadn't actually raped her, but they might as well have. The things they did to her… the things Cam made her do at gunpoint; the torture that she was sometimes unconscious for. They did things she didn't want to know.
"I'm going to kill them!" Derek snarled trying to walk off and hit something. He felt the urge to vent his ultimate anger but when Casey grabbed onto him pulling him back with One hand on the back of his neck while the other held the collar of his shirt, his anger dissolved
"Don't… please just…" she didn't know what to do or say she just needed him right now. More then she needed any one or anything. Derek closed his eyes to calm himself as he let his forehead rest against Casey's.
"Come on..." Derek cooed as he sat on the bed with Casey slowly rocking her. After what seemed like forever she was calm in his arms, just staring up at his face studying it as if she was scared if she didn't get enough of him, she wouldn't be able to survive if she was taken away again. Derek was thinking the same thing. His mind was already flashing to things he could do if they decide to take Casey away from him. He couldn't let that happen, he cared about her too much to let her hurt anymore and he felt he needed her to know the impact she had on him.
"C-Casey?"
"Mmmm?" Casey answered. When Derek didn't reply, Casey looked up at him. He was staring down at her biting his lip.
"Nothing. I'm just glad your back." He replied lamely. He couldn't as much as he wanted to tell her what she meant to him, it wasn't the time, and to be honest… it was a little too much feeling for him too admit. Even with all that was going on, he was still Derek.
"Derek?" Casey asked. Derek looked down at her. Her eyes were closed and eyebrows scrunched together. Before he could ask her what's wrong she leaned up and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
"W-what was that for?" Derek stuttered as Casey pulled away. Her eyes were still closed. She was too scared to open them to see his reaction.
"Would you believe me if I said it was a thank you kiss?" She asked lamely. But as Derek studied the look on her face, the blush in her cheeks, he replied with a cocky smirk on his face.
"Not at all." Casey opened her eyes then and looked in Derek's eyes. His gaze shifted from her eyes to her lips over and over again. He finally looked back at her eyes as he leaned in ever so slightly. He stopped to gage her reaction. It was one of pure anticipation and that's all it took for Derek to move in. his lips were parted when they met Casey's. Caressing her lips with his he moved one hand to the back of her head securing her face to his while his other hand pulled her closer to him. He slowly pushed her back so she was on the mattress with Derek hovering over her. His hands ran all over her arms and face like he was trying to memorize her with his hands.
Casey smoothed her hands over his chest as he lowered onto her. Her hands were pinned between them. Her fist had curled to grab handfuls of his shirt to keep him close. He moved his lips to her neck and Casey closed her eyes revelling in the feeling. As soon as her eyes closed a flash came into view. The man who had carried her into the room was there on top of her as she tried to slap away his face.
She gasped and her hands pushed outwards as her eyes flew open. Derek stopped and looked down at her.
"Casey? Are you okay?" Casey looked up at Derek and faked a smile.
"Yea, yea." She reached up and pulled Derek's face down to hers. He kissed her carefully this time. His eyes were open watching her face for a reaction. When he felt her sharp intake of breath he pulled away.
"No you aren't. Casey I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. I mean I get it." Derek said sitting up and attempting to sit away from her. Casey's eyes widened as big as saucers as she sat up trying to pull Derek back to her.
"No! Derek you have it wrong. This…" she waved a hand between them "is amazing… I just keep.. s-seen them… I- ca- I'm sorry…" Casey said as she started to cry. Derek never thought it was possible but his heart started to break. Casey looked so vulnerable and broken. Derek leaned in placing a soft kiss on Casey's lips.
"You have nothing to be sorry for." He assured her as he pulled her with him to lie down. "Nothing at all." He repeated as his thoughts kept returning to how amazing it was going to feel when he killed the men who did this to Casey.
It had been hours and Casey had fell asleep. She didn't move at all except to cough quite a bit. She must be getting sick… Derek thought. Derek's arms were wrapped around her tightly as his hand absentmindedly smoothed the hair off her face over and over again. After she fell asleep Derek checked the rest of her. She had bruises around her wrists, upper arms and ankles. There was blood under her fingernails as if she continuously clawed at her attackers. He lifted her shirt just enough to see some bruises on her back like she was thrown against a wall or pushed onto the floor one too many times. The worst of the injuries were on her face. The whole right side was marred and blackened. And there was a cut on her lip that looked like it was almost healed. Derek smoothed his thumb over Casey's bottom lip and in her slumber her lips parted under his touch.
"What have they done to you…?" Derek whispered. Just as the words left his mouth the door opened.
"Oh you really don't want to know that mate. You might get jealous." Derek wanted to run to the door and slam Cam's smug little face in between the door and the doorframe. But he felt better sticking in between Casey and Cam.
Derek sat up shifting so Casey wasn't in Cam's view. Cam moved forward so close to them. He crouched down in front of Derek like they were old friends sharing a secret.
"She's a great kisser isn't she?" Cam said as he reached out to play with a strand of her hair. Derek recoiled ready to pounce but without any effort, Cam had his gun out pointing it at Casey.
"You're a smart boy Derek. But I'm going to need you to be a little smarter." Cam used the gun to trace the line of Casey's jaw lightly. His icy eyes stared at her head tilted to the side. Derek was getting angry and was too scared to do anything about it.
"What do you want?"
"Were let you go mate."
"What?"
"You just have to do one thing for us. And if it all goes smoothly, you and the fox go free."
"What do I have to do?
"The court hearing is in two day's. Gorge must not love you guys enough because he is still going through with sending our friend to the gibbet. So we have a new plan. We need a distraction. Were still working out the kinks, you are going to be the distraction." Derek understood now and he stiffened.
"I'm not leaving Casey here alone."
"You have no choice if you and Fox ever want your lives back." Derek stared Cam down as Cam ran his eyes along Casey and it took everything Derek had not to pluck out his eyeballs.
Cam removed the gun from Casey and crossed his arms over his legs. At that moment Cam looked completely non-threatening.
"Look. I promise none of my mates will touch your precious fox. You could be free Derek. I would think you would be jumping for joy at this opportunity."
"Well forgive me if I'm not jumping on the trust train. You said I would get her back not too beat up and she's broken. Your lucky I haven't killed you yet for what you've done to her." Derek's Gaze shifted briefly to the gun as he moved to pull the covers up around Casey's neck.
Cam chuckled. Quickly he clicked the safety on his gun and slid it to the opposite end of the room.
"It's a fair fight now. What are you going to do?" Derek didn't give it a second thought. He jumped at Cam knocking him backwards as he delivered punches to his face.
Once blood started to appear on Derek's knuckled he got off Cam grabbing the gun and turning the safety off. He pointed it at Cam with two red hands holding it steady. His finger twitched on the trigger. He desperately wanted to empty the gun in his smug looking face but he was shaking and Cam was so close to Casey.
Cam was propped up on his elbows one leg stretched out in front of him and the other was bent up. He was looking up at Derek smiling like one would to a friend who told a joke. It made Derek shiver.
"Move to the other side of the room." Derek said voice quiet but strong. The adrenaline was wearing off.
"I don't think that's an option mate." Cam's arm moved too quick for Derek to realize what he was doing; and before he knew it Cam had a needle stuck in Casey's arm.
Miraculously she still wasn't awake. Sleeping like a corpse the only notion that she was alive was the rise and fall of her chest and the coughs that exploded here and there.
"Pull the trigger Derek. I dare you. I may loose my life sure… but you would loose Casey." With that Cam injected the needle and Derek was stuck in a helpless position.
"What the hell is that?" Cam recapped the needle sliding it into his jacket pocket before wiping some blood of his face.
"Easy mate. I just bought your step sister some time."
"What are you talking about?" Derek asked. His voice was growing shaky with fear. Now, even with the gun in his hand he was terrified.
"My mate's injected her with cyanide. I'm sure you heard of it, yea? That, that I just gave her, was a small dosage of amyl nitrite. Not enough to get rid of the cyanide, but enough to keep her alive for now. You still with me Derek?" he asked after Derek leaned against the wall for support. He felt cold as Cam moved to sit by Casey's head. He pulled her upwards so her head was on his lap and he held her head with one arm and her upper body with the other.
"Unfortunately. When the amyl nitrate attacks the cyanide, it creates a cataclysmic reaction, which causes…" as if on cue Casey's back arched and her fingers started to curl. Derek could hear the cracking of her knuckles as she twisted and shook. Cam held onto her tighter securing her neck and preventing too much movement.
Casey's whimpers turned into screams that could wake the dead. Derek rushed over to her and Cam let Derek take over.
Derek wrapped his arms around her similar to the way Cam did, only he held her closer as he pressed his lips to the top of her head. Her tremors finally stopped and her body relaxed and she began to cry in her sleep.
"The cyanide will make her tired, and she needs the shot whenever she goes to sleep Derek. If she doesn't get it… she won't wake up." Derek closed his eyes and bent down so his forehead was on Casey's. Tears welled up from behind his eyes as he stuck his hand out to return the gun to Cam.
"So is your mind changed." Derek bit his lip unable to speak. If his mouth opened he knew the tears would start coming. Derek nodded his head as Cam bounced lightly to his feet.
"Good."
As soon as Cam was out of the room, Derek allowed himself a few tears.
