I got one review on the last chapter. One. I feel unloved. Anyway, I am still going to continue writing but only if I get reviews. I have no motivation otherwise. By the way, has ANYONE guessed Zevran's gift. No? Well, if you review and tell me what you think if you get it right I will mention you in my next chapter only if you want me to. If you don't, simply request it in your review. I have to give a huge sparkly twilight loving thank you to my number one reviewer and author alert/story alert person. Also I don't know if you guys have heard of Dragon Age: Origins, but that is where I based Zevran. But my Zevran and their Zevran are completely different I just liked the name so much that I decided to use it so that goes to its rightful owner(s)

13: Part 1: The Chase

Quil's POV:

We'd been running for days. We would catch the scent and lose the scent. Brady had said the leech was male. I didn't want to think about what the sick bastard could be doing to my Claire. I hadn't slept or eaten since the day before she disappeared. I could barely function. Sam threatened to tie me down and force me to eat and at least sleep a few hours. I told him to think about this as if it was Emily missing. That pissed him off but I don't really give a damn. I felt like such a girl because I was crying all the time, but my soul mate was missing and could possibly be hurting. Everybody else was aching to get back home to their imprint, but Claire was their sister and they refused to let her down. Paul was the worst, he was worried about Rachel. There were a few scares about the delivery and she is being hospitalized.

What if something happens to her? He whimpered to himself constantly. I hope the baby is alright.

They had decided to keep the gender a secret until the birth, but I could tell Paul wanted a girl. I could understand. Girls had less of a chance to have the gene while boys were pretty much guaranteed to have it. I was in my human form now; I was too tired to run and had no fuel to keep me going. I was just about to fall asleep when Claire's voice pooped into my head. A castle Quil. Find the castle and you will find me. Hurry the hourglass in almost empty! The last part freaked me out because it was like I was watching The WIZARD of Oz. I always liked that movie but hearing the last line in Claire's voice was extremely creepy. I jumped up and let my anger at Claire running away and the leech kidnapping her fuel my anger. Soon enough, I felt the air blowing gently through my fur like Claire's fingers did when I first told her I was a wolf.

Guys look for a castle; do you know if there is one around here? I know if we find one we will find Claire. I can feel it.

Immediately answers came rushing into my head. Yes there is a castle, they knew where it was. Jason, the most recent to join, was leading us there. In about an hour we had reached the front door.

WARNING WARNING! GRAPHIC RAPE DESCRIBED! IF THIS BOTHERS YOU, DON'T READ!

Claire's POV: Chapter 13: Part 2: Birthday

The sick bastard raped me. There is no real way to describe rape. It's painful, scary, and I lost more of myself in those few moments than I ever had in any other experience. I cried, he slapped me every time I tried to get away and then told me he loved me in the same breath. He held my hands above my head with one of his. I felt my wrists bruising with his strength. I wished with all my might to rewind time to go back to Quil. I prayed he would save me. But he never came.

Once, when I was little, my mother told me that one day I would have the life every little girl dreamed of. Where's that life now? He's finished now for the time being. He ties my arms and legs to the bed so I won't try to run away. But where would I go. I've lost faith and hope that Quil will find me. I'm praying for death. I like to think that the stars are the eyes of those who've passed. I can only hope one day that I can be beautiful like the stars. I want to be beautiful, not broken. But, that's all I am now. I am a broken body, a broken mind, and a broken soul. I will never be beautiful again. No matter where I go, I will carry my broken parts with me. As I lay there, a prisoner tied to the bed, I thought of poems about death. I always liked poems about death and suicide. I don't really know why. I guess I just liked the angst and the sad stories. I remembered one specifically.

"Be gentle, sky, and let me rest –
These bones are worn – they lack the zest
Of flesh in life – they're marrowless! –
Their arid surface, nakedness! –
Betrayed in death; no sheen of red
From coursing blood; and blue was shed
Upon the fading out of eyes
That cased the world and gave disguise
To what my deepest thoughts had been –
But now I'm done with all I've seen."

And I remember another. One that would always haunt me in my mind. It seemed written for me. It was always my perfect idea of a suicide note.

"I sit in the park where I dwell,
For this boy I love so well.
Took my heart away from me,
And now he wants to set me free.
I see a girl on his lap.
He says to her what he never said to me.
I run home to cry in my bed.
Not a word to mother was said.
Father came home late that night.
He looked from left to right.
He saw me hanging from a rope.
He took his knife and cut me down.
On my dress a note was found:
Dig My Grave
Dig It Deep
Dig My Grave
From Head To Feet
And On The Top
Place A Dove
And Remember This
I Died For Love!"

I never thought that suicide would look so beautiful and peaceful to me until after my family died. I regret now living in the dark instead of enjoying my time with the man I loved. I'd found out earlier that today was my eighteenth birthday.

"Happy Birthday to me

Happy birthday to me

Happy birthday Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to me."

I sang this softly. A few tears leaked out of my eyes. Quil wasn't the first one to sing this to me as he had every year. He was always the first person to sing it to me, and before I went to sleep he would sing it again. I was cold. I didn't even want to think his name, HE just left me laying here naked strapped to the bed. As soon as that thought crossed my mind, HE was there. And by the look in his eye I knew he was up for another round. I started sobbing. I never usually made a whole lot of noise when I cried. Only if I was terrified or in extreme pain did I cry loudly. He shed of his jeans, boxers, and his t-shirt. I tried fighting against my tourniquets, but I was too weak.

"Ah, I see you are not quite ready for another go? Oh well, I will have to make do." He said this as he was rolling a condom onto himself. And then he jumped on me. I screamed and his fist came down and connected with an already ugly bruise that devoured most of my right cheek. He immediately forced himself into me and started pumping hard and fast. I felt my thighs bruise even more at the impact. It hurt so badly. The burning from the first time hadn't ceased. And he was biting my neck. Not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to hurt. I cried and begged him to stop, but his only response was to thrust harder. I knew then that this was my life now. Something for this vampire to fuck when he felt the urge. I slowly felt like I was being pulled out of myself. I could look down at the scene and I felt and saw everything he did to me. I felt him bite my nipple and I again cried out. He slapped me, and kept going. He slowed down but continued to thrust painfully. I shut down. I let him do everything and anything just so he would stop. After probably fifteen minutes of absolute agony I felt him start to swell and I knew he was close. He managed to pump harder and harder with each thrust until he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them until they where bruised and he gave a loud grunt. He slowed and became more gentle as his orgasm over took him. He grunted with every stiff thrust. He thrust slowly and gently into me three more times before he collapsed in a heavy heap on top of my chest. His head rested between my breasts, his arms locked in a vice grip around my waist, and he remained inside of me. He snuggled closer and moved his head to where it lay on my right breast and his cold cheek rubbed my nipple. I was in so much pain. I was so cold and sore. After probably an hour, he raised his head. I had goose bumps and was shivering but I was trying not to move a great deal because that would her more. He gently picked me up and carried me to a bathroom. There was a large tub of steaming water and he set me gently into it. He kissed my forehead and left the room. I sunk my head below the delicious warm water and didn't rise until I felt him pull me by the arms out of the water. He then carried me bridal style into the tub again. He sat behind me and with both hands groping my chest he made me lean back onto his chest. He nuzzled my neck and started to make a purring sound. He traced all of my scars, new and old with his fingers. He moved my raven hair to drape across my left shoulder like a curtain. He then started to massage my shoulders and back. He may have felt nice if his hands weren't ice against my back. I felt the once hot water already turning cold. He grabbed some shampoo and massaged it into my scalp. I sat there knowing that soon I would be tied to the bed again only to wait for his next assault. He finished with my hair and commanded I turn around to clean his for him. I did as I was told and I saw his eyes roaming my body and felt his hands grab my butt. I saw him smirk once before his mouth returned to its thin line. He stood up and pulled me with him. He draped a towel across my back and gently rubbed, drying me off. Knowing what he would make me do next I grabbed the other towel and rubbed him down. He took his time with me and I just dried him off as quickly as I could. He wrapped his towel around his waist and he wrapped my towel snuggly around me. Okay rape scene over, rape scene over!

He picked me up and carried me to a new bedroom.

"I thought you might enjoy this room better than your old room." He whispered into my ear.

I nodded stiffly, and muttered a thank you. He handed me a night gown and as I lifted my arms to pull it over my head I yelped from the pain. His head snapped in my direction and his eyes looked worried which I internally scoffed at. He was already dressed in pajamas, and was over at my side in a flash. He helped me get dressed and he helped me walk towards the bed after I told him I was tired of being treated like an invalid and being carried everywhere. Every step sent fire to my once untouched place. I lay down slowly in the bed and He pulled the covers up to my collar bone. Zevran then walked to the door and turned out the light and I was enveloped in darkness again. I was so tired and hungry. I hadn't slept or eaten since he raped me the first time. I couldn't eat because I would throw it up and I couldn't sleep because I would dream. He climbed into the bed and again laid his head down on my breast.

"Will you pet my hair?" he asked softly. Almost like a child asking his mother to comfort him. I gingerly ran my fingers through his hair trying to imagine it was Quil's head and his hair but this hair was too long and coarse. Zevran sighed after a few moments and nuzzled my chest. I stopped for a moment to think but, He looked up at me and whispered,

"Don't stop please. It feels good."

So I continued to run my fingers through his hair. I didn't sleep even though I wanted to. I looked over to the clock and saw it was eleven fifty-nine pm. My birthday was almost over.

Happy Birthday to me

I've been raped today you see

It hurt very badly

But now I'm finally eighteen.