Alright so I OWN NOTHING. Enough said. Anyways here is chapter two, sorry it's a little short, but if you R&R the next chapter will be longer and perhaps I'll even add a little love scene later on… well then here ya go, enjoy.

Chapter 2

At this point Lara thought that she would collapse, so much desire was underneath her skin that she felt like she was floating a cloud. She forcefully turned her head away, regretting it immediately when the warm air on her neck subsided.

Attempting to stand, she pulled herself upward pushing Kurtis aside. Pain searing through her she tried her best to push it aside making her way toward the kitchen. Kurtis stood up and just looked at her, her slender figure moving away.

After soaking in her massive bathtub for a few hours, Lara made her way downstairs, making sure that she didn't make a sound on her way down. That idea however was brutally murdered when she stepped on the second to last step. Making an obnoxiously loud cracking sound; the floorboard beneath her feet slightly shifted.

Damn it. As soon as the thought struck her mind she heard a heavy door open. A familiar figure emerged from the upstairs guestroom. Quickly without really thinking she bolted down the corridor.

"Winston!" a loud yell could be heard miles away "WINSTON!" Lara marched into her gym, furious, at herself and really just at anything she could get a hold on. Where the hell was her butler when she really needed him? Violently she hurled a punch toward one of the navy blue punching bags. Another fallowed by a deathly kick, and just when she thought she was ready to explode with fury a calm voice entered the room.

"I hope that's not me your thinking of." Nodding toward the battered bag, Kurtis calmly walked over to a heavily breathing Lara.

Her eyes darted from him to the heavy bag dangling tantalizingly from a chain.

"What were you doing at the museum Kurtis?" it was time the subject was brought up, if not now, then when? She searched his face for some sort of explanation; nothing except a small sigh came from him.

"I wanted to thank you…." He paused, slowly looking up at Lara and just catching her gaze. "for everything."

Kurtis moved around the leather bag, making his way around it so that it was the only thing between him and Lara.

Lara grunted as she threw yet another fist at the dangling object in her way. A bead of sweat trickled down her forehead. Kurtis made sure to stand just out of reach, making Lara even angrier, if that was possible. All she wanted to do was knock his damn lights out. Giving up on Kurtis, she stopped and stared at him. "You're welcome." She whispered. You lying cocky bastard.

Back in her bedroom, Lara attempted to fall asleep. Though she tried to stop it, the thought of Kurtis kept rushing back into her head. She hated how he could make her so furious, and then just change everything and make her feel vulnerable and weak.

She shoved her goose-feather covers aside and walked up to her mirror. Looking at her herself she realized how exhausted she looked. Her face pale, and the bags under her eyes were blue enough to make anyone think she got hit in the face. She rubbed her eyes, releasing a suppressed sigh she didn't even know she had held. Lara turned towards her bedroom door. She could see a faint light through the crack near the floor. He's still up at this hour? What the hell could he be doing? Quietly tiptoeing towards the door, she stopped suddenly when she heard voices. She froze instantly when she was able to make out the words "…..kill…..no noise…..now." She flew towards her dresser grabbing her twin metal "best-friends". However, it was too late, searing pain shot through her head down to her toes. Grunting at the pain, she fell forward and hit the ground.

And then, dead silence.

Kurtis walked through the halls of Croft Manor, his cold steel Boran X held up. Making his way from the guestroom to the downstairs gym he noticed the complete dead silence of the mansion. No lights, no movement, not even another sign of life. Where the hell is everyone? Lowering his weapon, he stepped into Lara's study.

The sight alone was unexplainable. There she was, the beauty with dark auburn hair, dangling loosely in the center of the room. Steel cable around her neck, and her head hanging limp to one side.

"Lara!" Kurtis ran towards her, his chirugai slicing through the cable above her ghostly white head. Just before she hit the ground, he caught her.

She was cold as ice, her lips blue, and a trickle of blood flowed down from her lips. He untied her restraints, and shook her "Lara, you have to wake up! Wake up Lara! Wake up!" hoping for any sign of life. No please, please god not her.

He sat there, the beautiful Lara, dead, in his powerful arms.

"NO!" Kurtis jolted upward in his bed. His heart beating so fast and hard that the thumping could be felt in his head. His body covered in a thin layer of sweat. Breathing heavily he threw the covers off. His face in his hands he stood up and walked towards the bedroom door. As soon as he opened the door a breeze wrapped his entire wet body. What the… he looked at Lara's door. It was wide open. He rushed in, dread filling in his stomach. The room was empty, only the sheer white linen curtains flew dancingly around in the breeze. Moving towards the large bed, he froze, lead filling in every part of him.

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