~Chapter 2~

Remember

Rachel's footsteps bounced playfully off the solid concrete wall as she run from the main school entrance and through the grassed lunch area. She was running late for her lectures yet again. Not one class had she been on time for all year, and she could tell that the teachers new that all too well. It wasn't her fault, she thought as she batted some stray hair from in front of her face, it was just that everyone found fun in refusing to move out of her way, which they damn better do now, she silently threatened to the herds of wandering students. She knew he threats were hallow and her anger pointless, but if it made her more determine to get to class quicker, then she was going to do it.

Timing her breathing with the repetitive sounds of her shoes scraping across the dying grass, she began throwing her mind into the multiple scenarios of what she believed could happen when she finally managed to stumble her way through the class door and into her seat. Oh no she panicked, Matt was going to see me walk into class. I don't want him to notice me, at least no when I'm in my bed head clothes.

Trying to avoid the numerous pairs of eyes that were watching her, she shyly looked down at the floor and began her ritual of calming her self down by asking question she would never get the answer to.

"Why is this grass always dead or on its way?" she half mumbled, half breathed. "Doesn't the gardener know how to turn the sprinklers on?"

Suddenly realising she was talking loud enough, for a group of nearby juniors to hear her and erupt it to fits of giggles, Rachel quickly continued her rhetorical conversation inside her mind.

Great! Well I may not be paranoid anymore, but shit do I look insane! Note to self, she continued shaking her head, when talking to yourself, do just that. Don't talk so others can hear you... and stop shaking your head, it's not helping.

Swimming back into reality, she slyly raised her eyes and looked up through her fringe to see the passing people.

Just as I thought, still looking at me as though I'm some form of entertainment.

Then again seeing Rachel run had all way been a good laugh, it just never seem to agree with her body's movement and It also made her unable to stop quickly, which would have help when another student walked out from around the nearing corner, and into her line on fire.

In a cloud of overdue assignments and library books, both bodies collided and fell into pile entwined and in pain.

Snickers from the onlookers weren't hard to miss as they both quickly threw themselves apart, and staggered to their feet.

Continuing to gain her balance, Rachel tried to ignore the fact that there was another human being there, and let his thousands of apologies just roll through one ear and out the other as she tried to push past the boy.

"It's fine! Really", she mumbled

"But you could be hurt or have concussion or..."

"No Really! I'm fine."

Was all that she could manage as she side stepped around the boy, and planed her escape from this moment that had just allowed her to die a little inside.

Finally she was making her way into the hallway that connected to the lecture hall, but before she reached the door the horrible realisation dwelled that hers weren't the only footsteps echoing down the cement walls and into the surrounding classrooms.

Still running, she turned he head and look over her shoulder to find the same annoyingly persistent boy running after her.

Breathing out her caged in anger Rachel quickened her pace and made a mental note to avoid all brown eyed, red haired creepy guys for at least a year.

"WATCH OUT!" the voice hurried to warn her as she turned back to the front and the world seemed to slow down as if it were taunting her. The film continued to play and there was no way to stop it. the cold solid wall inching towards her face was inevitable. Fuck, said mind and yet "Why?" was the last word that slipped through Rachel's lips that day before her body collided head on with the wall. The world regained its speed as a sickening crack through the halls, followed by the strangely muffled thud of her body falling limp and helpless to the ground.

Rachel threw her wandering mind out of it's sleep, and into the darkening consciousness that it reality.

"I hate flash backs", she mumbled. Wincing, she tried to re-block the memories of her trip in the ambulance with Tony. If she had been given the choice that day, she would have taken a slow, painful death instead of that drive.

Opening her eyes she panicked and quickly recapped the past few hours.

Car, fight, asshole husband, walking, cold … and then what?

As she woke from her dream like hell, the last thing she expected was to find herself, lying on a graceful black oak bed which was masking the chain that held her left ankle to the cracked plastered walls. She sat on the bed drawing her knees to her chest, feeling completely alone and yet undeniably watched.

Her clothes had been taken, and she found herself lying in a torn and stained white summer dress. As she sat up ignoring the pain in her neck wrists, she felt a cool rush of wind and an arm around her waist, as the bed sunk behind her. "How was your sleep? Any bad dreams?" the stranger whispered into her ear. She shivered under the feeling of helplessness.

"None that would interest you anyway", she hissed as she swung her right elbow to collide with his jaw. Hearing the impact she flung herself from the bed and got two steps away before they cold ugly chain pulled her feet from underneath her. Twisting to let the impact of the fall strike her shoulder she chanced a look in the man's direction. He hadn't moved. Not a muscle. He sat as if she were still on the bed next to him. Without looking he placed a hand on the chain that lay taught against the bed.

"You shouldn't hit those who have all the power Josette"

The right side of his smile slithered up the side of his face as his thick brown her fell to shadow his eyes.

Josette? Who was Josette? Was that what he's decided to call me? Well get fucked you loony, because that's not me! Rachel continued her insults making sure to never let them pass her lips.

Noticing her lack of attention the man's hand tensed around the chain as he sent her hurling through the air and into the side of the bed.

I wonder if my point has become clear, yet maybe I could have a little more fun.

Deciding against it the man turned to view his victim, flicking his curls out of his view. Rachel's head lolled to the side as she clung to the sheets that rested on the bed. He smirked again, this time with more humour as a slight groan of pain escaped her lips and he ran his finger through her hair.

"I have to tell you, I never thought you'd put up much of a fight. I guess I was right", he smiled. "Your husband spoke of you as if you were some bringer of death, well you can only guess how much of a let down this is"

Had Tony planned this? Tony? Who was he again? Who was she now she thought about it? Maybe she really was Josette.

"But now I see that you just a weak little girl who's pissed that she didn't get what she wanted. Your pathetic." He spat the last words as if she'd forced poison into his mouth.

He shifted his weight and crouched by her side on the ground, his fist still clenching her hair. "But you've always been that way haven't you?", he hissed, "turning on people the moment you have a slither of doubt." with this he forced her head back revealing her face as she drifted in and out of conciseness. A small line of blood slipped between her brows and into the corner of her mouth be fore continuing down her chin.

"You've always been filled to the brim with paranoia as well as many other things." He breathed into her ear and causing her to suffer a hot flush, "And let me tell you right now, that poisons your blood with a new flavour, a flavour I've been killing to find".

He slid his hand down her thigh and up under her dress to the curve in her back.

Looking into his eyes they held a flame dancing behind them, daring her to move and see what happens, but she couldn't. She couldn't move anything. She was forced to sit and share into his eyes, as his hand snaked between her thighs and lifted her into a straddle around himself whilst never once breaking eye contact.

Watching her eyes mimic that of a lost baby deer, he roughly ran his tongue from the side of her breast to her face. Roughly he breathed into her ear, rewarded only with a chilled shudder from his play thing. He continued basking in the ecstasy of her fear and stopping only to compliment her skins smoothness and bring his face leave to hers.

"You know", he began, trailing and his thumb around the outline of her lower lip, "I've always wanted a pet of your type, one that Id could use however I please and have them try there best to stop me yet never win".

Knotting his fingers through the back of her hair he balled his hands into fists and pulled her head back revealing the smooth outline of each vein, each bone and each breath. Inhaling the scent of salty sweat and iron filled blood, he blush his lips over her jugular, only to bear his teeth which revealed themselves when he was most enjoying himself.

The hunger grew as he pulled her closer so that she was now positioned on top of him with a leg either side of his. With this he braced her against his chest so that he was able to stand and bring her to the beds edge. Laying her on the bed he placed himself between her legs bring his hand from her back and up to the collar of the dress. In one swift movement, the dress flew opened to lay as crumpled and as helpless as Rachel did. He smiled as his eyes took in her pale complexion and rapidly increasing breathing. His eyes slid closed as he took both her wrists in on hand and forcing them above her head while letting the other hand slide down her thighs and in between her legs. Arching her back she bit her lip to force back any signs pleasure as he provoked a groan from her lips. Yet as he started to think about satisfying his hunger now, the darkness grew around the corners of Rachel's vision causing the world to warp and twist as if she were looking into a fun house mirror. As she faded back out he took this as timing to leave. Letting her collapse away from himself and onto the floor, he stood and gathered his hunger feeling the sun rise. With that little temptation, tonight was going to be a good hunt.