This was a nother long chapter so i decided to break it into two parts. I did the same on another story x)

She had been dreading her days off for good reason; The Kurgan refused to leave her alone. She brushed her hair, traced a thin line of eye liner on, threw on a pair of white shorts, an old blue shirt covered in paisleys and slipped on her black flats. She grabbed her car keys and The Kurgan beat her to the car. Their day was mostly spent at the boardwalk. Arielle walked up and down the beach, The Kurgan walked behind her and made her feel uncomfortable the whole time.

Towards the end of her day she went to the small food market in town and he stuck by her side like a fly to honey. At one point she saw a rather good looking young man about her age walking around the store. He smiled at her and she smiled back, it was something The Kurgan didn't approve of.

He stood behind her in the fruit stand and glared at the man who had Arielle attention. "He's not for you pretty." He growled.

Arielle laughed and shook her head, "And why do you think that?" She continued walking along the fruit, looking through them for ripe ones.

"Because he's a snob!" The Kurgan said with a raised voice. "I wouldn't want you ending up with someone as pampered and weak as that."

His mistress grinned and looked at him, "Or do you just not want me shacking up with another man?" she shot him a mischievous grin. "Are you jealous Kurgan?"

The man across from Arielle, the one in question, watched her walk down the fruit aisle. Was she talking to herself? He raised a questioning eyebrow and watched her laugh and chat away as if someone was behind her. Someone named Kurgan? What kind of a name was that? He shrugged and thought that it didn't matter if she spoke to herself a little bit. Her looks made up for her being so weird.

The Kurgan's glare whipped to the man across the way. He pulled out his sword and took a step in his direction. Arielle watched him with wide eyes and looked at him with concern. "What are you doing? Stop that!" she looked around to make sure no one heard her and lowered her voice even more, "Stay away from him Kurgan. He probably thinks I'm crazy anyway."

The Kurgan didn't look away from the other man as he moved down a different aisle and disappeared from view. "If you only knew what he was thinking like I do." Something else the man thought of made The Kurgan growl and then stalk after him, Arielle followed.

"Wait," she whispered, "Where are you going you stupid man?"

She watched him go the corner that the other man went and then stopped. She scowled at where he had disappeared and then huffed and turned around; The Kurgan was an intolerable fool. He couldn't touch anyone though so Arielle had no worries, she was just annoyed by his actions. She walked around the store for a few more minutes before deciding to leave. As she was putting her items on a checkout line she didn't notice that the guy from earlier walked up behind her.

"Excuse me, miss?" he said. His voice was smooth and full.

She turned to look at him and smiled. "Hi, can I help you?" She looked behind him and saw The Kurgan, sword put away, leaning against an aisle with his arms crossed and his eyes pitch black. The glare he was throwing at the other man was deadly, if he could he would have killed him.

"Well actually, I just wanted to know if you were free for dinner any time soon." He smiled. He seemed a little older than Arielle, had shorter, shaggy dark brown hair, he also had a goatee and his clothes made her think that he maybe played guitar and sang at little night clubs on the weekends. He was very handsome and had a voice that was great to just listen to.

Arielle blushed, "Actually I'm not really up to seeing anyone right now. It's not a good time for me to be dating."

His face turned to what looked like genuine concern, "Oh I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I hope I didn't offend you or anything," he said.

She shook her head, "No it's alright. How could you know something was wrong? My brother just passed away recently."

His eyes looked sad for her, "I know how that feels. I lost my dad just couple years ago."

"Oh that's so sad. Yeah it's hard but I'm getting through." She looked back at her groceries and then finished putting them on the line before moving forward and look back at him, "I'm Arielle by the way." She stuck out her hand.

He shook it, "I'm Darren. Well listen, um, can I give you my number anyway? Just in case you change your mind to have coffee or lunch sometime?"

She slowly nodded and kept smiling, "I think I'd like that. I left my phone in the car though," she pointed her thumb back at parking lot outside. When she glanced back at where The Kurgan had been she found that he was gone. She should have been relieved but something in her gut told her to be scared.

He shook his head, "No problem. I always care a pen in my back pocket," he reached back and pulled out a plain black pen. She gave him her hand and he scribbled his number on the back of it. When he put his pen away he shrugged sheepishly, "I guess it's kind of nerdy to do that." He laughed nervously.

Arielle laughed with him, "No I don't think so. I do too actually. Never know when you might need one."

Darren smiled at that and nodded. "Whenever you want to give me a call, or text. We don't have to go out either. We can just chat if you'd like."

Arielle liked him already, "Sounds great to me. Thank you, I'll see you around." She smiled at him and then thanked the bag boy and wheeled her cart out to her car.

She loaded up the back seat of her old Lumina and still there was no sign of The Kurgan. That's what made her take his disappearance seriously, he was up to something and Arielle didn't want to know what. She made a quick stop at an ice cream shop and got a vanilla ice cream dipped in butterscotch. She sat for a while on a stone table outside the shop and sat in the mid-August heat. Summer still lingered and most of the high schoolers that lived in the area were trying to cram as much last minute summer fun in as possible. She watched a group of about six teenagers walk into the shop behind her, two of them looked liked siblings. Arielle frowned sadly and looked away as they walked passed laughing.

She quickly finished her ice cream and got in her car. Her suspicions of The Kurgan only got worse and she felt terribly paranoid all the way home. The sun was beginning to set by when she got home. She entered her house with her arms full of groceries she glanced around quickly trying to find her target.

"Hello?" she called out after closing the door with her foot. She walked into the kitchen, "Hello! Kurgan?" she called again, still no answer.

She hastily put everything away and stuffed the bags in a drawer so that she could use them again later. Her paranoia turned to fear as she walked through her house, The Kurgan nowhere to be found, and she couldn't detect his thoughts. She was making her way to her darkened bedroom and the floor boards creaked very cliché-like under her feet. Just when she passed the hall closet and was a few feet away from her room she leaned forward and called out again.

Without warning a heavy being bolted out from the hall closet and wrapped one arm around her middle, the other hand covered her mouth. Her screams were muffled and she instantly caught the scent of smoke and earth, The Kurgan. She kicked and thrashed around but it didn't faze him as he picked her up and carried her to her bed, along the way she lost a shoe and ended up kicking the other one off on the way to her bed. The Kurgan stuffed a cloth in her mouth and then tied a gag around her mouth and tied it tightly at the back of her head. She continued to voice her anger by trying to scream and when The Kurgan turned her around she glared at him with as much rage as she could throw at him.

He grinned and then threw her on the bed, quickly straddled her waist, pinned her arms at her side, and began undoing the buttons on her shirt. She screamed again and struggled as he forgot the last three buttons and ripped her shirt wide open. He maneuvered down so that he sat on her thighs and held her wrists in one hand while he opened her shorts and began working them down.

"I know you're wondering what's going on and the answer is simple; I'm teaching you to flirt with other men while you belong to me," he said while he finally slid her shorts down her legs and threw them behind him.

He leaned down, burying his nose in her hair while at the same time moved his free hand up and down her leg, coming to a stop at her ass cheek and grabbing it firmly. Her legs were so smooth and silky he adored how she felt. He began rubbing her crotch and against her will her body became aroused and her woman flesh became heated. He chuckled and grinned when he felt her become wet at his touch and looked into her enraged eyes.

When he tried to slip his fingers into her underwear his hand was stopped by an invisible force. He frowned and growled.

"Damn it," he said. His thoughts raced to find a way to get his restraints lifted when suddenly he knew he had something that would stop her dead. He grinned and looked into her eyes, realizing that he knew something she didn't.

"I know all about you Arielle. Including how ashamed you are that even from an early age you had sick thoughts. I know all about how you couldn't help the feelings you had about sex. You began pleasuring yourself when you were just a child." He grinned when he saw the color drain from her face and felt her heart began beating erratically. She was terrified by her shame and stopped all struggling. "I know how you've always felt the desire for sex, even when you were young. It's filled you with shame and guilt. You were so filthy, so dirty, touching yourself and fantasizing the way you did. And what you made those dolls of yours do to each other? It's. . .disturbing."

Knowing that her curiosity was so strong that she wouldn't fight him he undid the gag and she spit out the cloth in her mouth. She coughed a few times before being able to speak. She looked at him in horror, "How did you know that I. . a-about what I did?"