All I Ask of You

Chapter Nine

…Midnight that Night…

"Leese, Lisa, wake up," the harsh feeling of being shaken awake caught Lisa's senses and she opened her eyes groggily.

"Ian, go away, I Wanna sleep," she mumbled closing her eyes again and turning away from him. Ian cursed under his breath as he took his jacket off and draped it over her body before he slowly picked her up. She shivered slightly against the cold air and snuggled into Ian's chest for warmth as they left the theater. Lisa mumbled a protest when he tried to ease her into the passenger seat,

"Its okay, Leese, it's just me, I'm not going to hurt you," she nodded and drifted back into a deep slumber. Ian smiled, as he made sure she was comfortable before he closed the door and made his way to the driver's seat. He started to turn the key in the ignition, but then stopped, she hasn't had a chance to say yes or no. If I take her like this, I'm no better then, Rippner; he glanced at Lisa and shook his head, turning the key in the ignition. Tonight he would merely get her to a hotel so he could make sure she was safe until she woke up, then if she wanted to come back, he would personally make sure it happened.

xXx

Jackson watched from his crouched position on the roof of the building across from the theater as Ian hurriedly sat Lisa in his car and drove off without hesitation. His mouth twitched and he stood, tonight had been the night that he had planned to claim Lisa for himself. He had just been waiting for Rickler to leave the premises before he moved in. Rushing from the rooftop, Jackson plucked his cell phone from his pocket; he needed a favor.

He needed someone who owed him big time.

xXx

"Lisa, are you awake?" Ian whispered to Lisa's still form. Her eyes fluttered and her head turned to him.

"…Are we doing?" she sat up and looked around confused.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, Lisa either did not hear him or was too tired to respond because she continued to look at her surroundings as if they were another planet. "Lisa," she looked up at him, "Do you trust me?" she mulled this over for a moment.

"More then anything," she nodded.

"Good," he said letting out a breath of relief, "Because… I can't tell you what exactly we are doing here." Lisa opened her mouth to respond, but Ian put a finger to her lips to quiet her, "Something very bad would have happened to you if you had stayed at the theater tonight. Do you understand?" she nodded. "I'm going to go get us room, please, stay here, okay, Leese?" she nodded again as Ian stepped from the car.

Lisa watched as Ian disappeared into the darkness of the night. She knew he would be back soon, he always was. Even after high school, they had found their way back to each other. Lisa had wanted to find him; she had wondered what had happened to him. Then Jackson had shown up and thrown her world upside down, she had then given up on finding him.

She was lost, deep in thought when her door was thrown open and a pair of hands roughly grabbed her. Yanking her from her seat, "Ian!" a hand smothered her mouth and she felt herself being dragged backwards into the darkness of the night. Lisa thrashed around and screamed against her attackers hand only to be brought around a corner and thrown onto the ground. Her head smacked against the concrete with a sickening thud as the man climbed onto her. "No!" she screamed and began to thrash around again. The man looked at her for a moment before he backhanded her across the face, she cried out in pain and stopped for a moment.

"Good girl," he said smugly as he bent down and placed a rough, forceful, kiss on her lips. He moaned loudly just seconds before he was thrown off her, the man growled, but ran away nonetheless.

"Are you okay, Lisa?"

Lisa looked up, half expecting to see Ian looming over her, but instead found Alex Turner gazing down at her with concern. She tried to stand, but Alex gently took her by the shoulders and guided her back to the ground. She nodded slowly, suddenly realizing how dizzy and distant she felt.

"I'm going to get help, okay?"

Lisa nodded again as she watched Alex produce a cell phone. Lisa felt a sharp pain in her neck and blackness suddenly began to invade her vision. She looked back up at Alex to ask him what happened, but before her eyes reached his face, she was drawn to what looked like a round pink scare at the base of his neck. Slowly, she raised her hand and reached forward, trying to feel scar, but just before her finger could touch the smooth skin, her world went black.

xXx

The sound of laughter reached Lisa's ears as she reluctantly started to wake up. She groaned and rolled over, however, the strange feeling of buttons digging into her stomach caused her to sit up and open her eyes.

"Ian?"

The room that she found herself in was pure white with a dark blue trim, it twice as big as the room she had been staying in with Cynthia.

"Ian!" she called again as she through the comforter off her and stood to her feet. Lisa began to make her way to the door when caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, someone had changed her out of her pajamas and into a man's button down dress shirt. It fell almost to her knees on her short and petite form; seeing it sent chills up her spine and the night events came rushing back to her.

"Alex!" she called, now screaming as she ran from the room. A gasp escaped her lips and she stopped in the middle of the foyer she found herself in. Just across from her was a large pool, it was as large as a medium sized swimming pool. Lisa slowly set down next to the water and put her hand in to test its temperature and deepness. It was only about two feet deep; walking around it, she started to make her way up the stairs.

She put her hand on the railing only to feel something wet engulf it, looking down, she saw that what would have been the railing was a fountain with flowing water that flowed into the pool. Lisa smiled, Alex had very good taste.

Before to long, Lisa came to the top of the stairs, only to gasp again. She found herself in what seemed to be a master bedroom. It was decorated much as hers had been, except the bed. It had a large canopy, but the fabric was a sheer black, instead of the usual white or pink, with Christmas lights strung through it. Lisa reached out to touch it, but quickly stopped; reminding herself that it was not her house. Turning around, Lisa realized that the room was not technically a room, it was a loft that overlooked the foyer she had walked through just moments ago. It did not offer much privacy, but he probably lives here alone. She mused to herself, a pang of sympathy shot through her chest at the thought. Alex Turner had seemed like such a nice man, even attractive, but judging by the house, he was not married.

A door opened behind her and she turned around, the man standing in front of her was dripping wet with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His face was covered from her view by a towel as he dried his face. Lisa could feel her cheek going red,

"Alex?"

His body jumped and the towel fell from his face to the ground, "Lisa? I thought you would be asleep for a while."

" Jackson."

Well, this one a bit of a long chapter, I hope you enjoyed. Please Review :)

With All Due Respect
-Nina Rippner-