I took the alternative route with this; hope it turned out okay. It's my own twist on episode 1x06 "The Eternal Thirst". Fair warning, the next chapter will be triggering!

Chapter 2

I look deeply into Junior's eyes. There's trust there, hope… love. Maybe love. But it's a twisted kind of love, if that's what it is. He kidnapped me and held me hostage and he wants me to be someone I can never be. I hate him for that. I hate him so much!

Tears keep falling from my eyes. Those I don't have to fake. He stops massaging me through my panties and then reaches up, touching my cheek, wiping away each tear.

"It's okay, Angie, don't be afraid. This is the way it's supposed to be. You and me. We're the only ones that matter here. You're the only person I've ever loved or ever will love. Let me remind you of that."

I nod. "Okay, it's just … Okay. Get undressed. We'll both get undressed. I can't wait any longer for you to be inside of me... James." His whole expression morphs into one of absolute happiness.

"I love when you call me that, Ang, I love it so much." He kisses me softly on the mouth, lightly zipping his tongue across my lips. He starts to climb to his feet and I grab him by his shoulders, holding him tight for a moment. This is the last moment we'll ever share together. He can't chain me here anymore. I'm about to break free.

My body shakes as I cry and he holds me tight and I let him for a moment. Then I pull back and touch his cheek. "Get undressed," I command him in a soft voice. He nods and gestures for me to do the same.

He climbs off of the bed and reaches for the button on his jeans. I slowly make like I'm about to pull my shirt over my head but really I'm eyeing my jeans next to me on the lumpy mattress. There is no time to pull them back on but I slowly grasp them between my fingers and tug them close. Junior has his own pants down now, around his ankles and he's smiling. He really thinks I would sleep with him after what he did. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost.

He pulls his shirt off and I look at his powerful chest for a minute. Then I climb to my feet and move over to him, my pants dangling from my fingertips. "Kiss me, James," I whisper. He grins at me and lowers his head, giving me a firm, yet somehow also soft kiss. My free hand makes its way to his shoulder and he is smiling at me and then I shove him. I shove him as hard as I can right into the rack of supplies behind him. He howls – probably more in surprise than pain – and goes crashing down to the floor with everything. I don't look back. I just start running; my pants are clutched tightly in my hand. I hear him calling for me and I know I'd better hurry. I don't look back as I fly towards the door. I am up the stairs as I hear him running after me. He is screaming my name in anger and shock and maybe hurt. I just run faster.

I am bursting out of the bomb shelter in the next two seconds and the light hurts my eyes but I just keeping running. The neighborhood feels and sounds so quiet.Where is everyone? I think. Someone has to help me here! I keep running. Junior is close by screaming after me as I run for the street. I can practically feel him breathing on me but I'm not going back there; I'm never going back to that place. I'm never going back to him either.

I run and run and then I take a look back, just a quick look. But it slows me down and I am immediately being grabbed by Junior. I scream as he wrestles me to the ground. I kick and scratch and claw but he's so strong. He pins me to the ground and I see a wild look in his eyes.

"You shouldn't have done that," he snaps. "What happened to my Angie? She never would have done this."

"That Angie you want doesn't exist so fuck you!" I snap back and spit in his face.

He doesn't do anything but wipe it away as he keeps my body pinned to the ground with his weight. I keep bucking under him but he grabs me by the wrists and holds on tightly. "You're going back there. You're going back to the cellar," he says hoarsely. "And I swear to god, you're not getting out till you are the girl I remember."

"I never will be her!" I cry and kick as he starts to pick me up. I slam my foot into his arm and he drops me on the ground. It's long enough for me to grab my jeans again. He dives for me and I roll away. I kick him hard in the head figuring I can't do any more damage than is already done. Though I should want him dead. I think maybe I do.

He falls back to the ground and slams his head violently. I don't look back. This time I run. I hear him running after me but I keep going. He is screaming my name and suddenly then it's all quiet. I wonder what he's doing until I hear the sound of the bomb shelter door slam. He's gone back to get his clothes. No, his gun. He's probably just crazy enough to shoot me. I wouldn't have thought before that he was capable of that but then I never believed he would lock me up either.

Tears are streaming down my face as I dash down the street. I make it to the intersection of town. It's wild there. A true nightmare. People are screaming, fighting, glass is breaking everywhere. But I'm in sight of everyone. I look back. Junior is nowhere to be found. I take a moment to yank on my pants and start running again.

I run through town, looking for somewhere to go. The cops are busy breaking up fights. I see the diner up ahead. "Rose," I cry. "Rose!" She will help me. She always has even when I was the worst waitress ever and grumbled at all of the customers. She treated me like her own kid and was patient and kind to me. I just hope she will believe what I have to say.

I make a break for the diner, springing across the street and bursting into the diner. It's quiet. Rose is the only one there, standing at the counter, wiping it down. She looks up as I crash inside and slam the door shut, bolting it tightly, pulling down the blinds.

"Rose!" I cry out and she's immediately dropping the dishrag and running to my side. She pulls me into a tight hug and I tremble against her. Tears are still rolling down my face.

She holds me tightly. "Angie, talk to me. What happened, honey?" She smoothes my messy hair back off my face.

I let go of her and she looks at my clothes covered in dirt and grass stains from where Junior tackled me to the ground. "Talk to me, Angie."

"Junior Rennie," I gasp out. "He – he kidnapped me."

Rose's face pales even more than usual. "What? No…"

"Yes, Rose, yes!" I cry out. "He held me hostage in the family bomb shelter – ever since the day the dome came down." I look at her. Her face is registering shock but also something else. "No one is going to believe me, Rose. Junior is the son of the most powerful man in town…"

Rose hugs me tight. "I believe you, okay? I believe you. " She hugs me again and latches her arm around my waist, guiding me towards the kitchen. "Let's figure out what to do next."

I bite my lip. "Okay." It's so nice to have someone believe me; believe in me. Few people in my life ever gave me the benefit of the doubt. Except Joe and maybe Junior ... No, not Junior. Junior is a psycho and I would do well to remember that. Hell, I can never forget it now.

Rose is leading me around the counter just as the sound of shattering glass makes both of us jump. I can see a leg crashing through the door and I freeze for a moment. It's Junior. Ohmigod. It's Junior. He's after me again.

But I almost wish it was Junior when I see who's actually standing there. It's those nasty Dundee brothers, the ones who always used to hoot and holler at me when I walked by them and talked dirty to me and said disgusting things about me and what they'd to me if they ever got me alone.

They are grinning as they slam what's left of the door in place. Rose pulls me behind her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She demands to know.

The one named Waylon – the particularly creepy one – looks us both over and then smirks. "I hear you've still got meat in your freezer." They are both edging towards us and we back up, further behind the counter.

"Yeah," Rose says. "And it doesn't belong to either of you."

"You don't get it, Rose. We're stuck in here with no water. Food's running out. A bomb couldn't even crack that damn thing. So we're just gonna take what we want." They push me aside just as Rose is reaching for the baseball bat she always kept under the counter. She never had to use it before but she's going to have to use it now.

I try to get to Rose but the other Dundee, Clint, is holding me back. Waylon is advancing on Rose and she keeps trying to push him back with the end of the Louisville. Waylon then reaches out and yanks the bat from her hand. I scream and try to dive for Waylon but Clint is grabbing me around the arms and holding me back.

Waylon edges Rose into the kitchen and I can hear them fighting. Then I hear the sound of bat meeting human flesh, smashing - shattering - bones. If I survive this, I will hear that horrible sound forever in my dreams. I am kicking and struggling against Clint and clawing at him, desperate to help Rose who has helped me so much.

"Let me go, let me go!" I cry and I can hear the bat keep pounding away. I see a small, bloodied hand poke out from the door of the kitchen. I know it's Rose's. That drives me harder to get free and I kick the shit out of Clint, bite him, and run for the kitchen.

I see Rose crawling through blood on her stomach and I run to her as Waylon starts to swing the bat again. I scale the counter in one jump and land on Waylon's back. There's blood on him and he reeks of that metallic odor and body sweat. I'm fighting him as much as I can so he can't hurt Rose anymore. I am clawing at his eyes and face, and he's trying to buck me off. I keep clawing at him and finally he throws me back. I feel myself free falling, hurtling towards the ground, and yet it's happening almost in slow motion.

I finally hit the ground, smack my head hard, and then everything goes black.