Steel blue eyes stared her down and she trembled but forced herself to straighten her spine, as she spat the words, "Let me repeat. You're not Oliver and get out of him. And I mean right now."
He not just laughed out loud, but he ignored her words, with a wicked Oliver grin. "Felicity, never knew you were into kink? You know I could get into that if you're up for it. Got a feeling it would be fun."
His wicked smile hit her straight below her stomach, and she felt her girl parts warm as memories of Oliver and together, really together, filled her head.
"In your dreams."
"Darn and I thought this was going to get hot. Shame."
Then he winked at her.
The jerk actually winked at her.
Just like Oliver would have winked at her.
A hot wink.
But she knew this man wasn't Oliver and rage filled her.
"You've got real nerve."
She narrowed her eyes at him.
"You're right I do. But are you sure you wouldn't like to work with this? I'm game if you are."
His smile was sweet and hot.
And she had to shut her eyes, while she pushed down the fantasy of Oliver Queen at her mercy, tied to this queen sized bed, before she said, "Not happening."
"Darn, I'm broken hearted."
Again with his smile.
"Liar, since you're not Oliver."
Her words were crisp.
His eyes narrowed as he said, "Pity. And I've always took you for the bright one, even if you were in love with him for a while, which said otherwise."
Inhaling sharply, she exhaled out her nose before demanding, "Darhk, get out of him. Now."
"Not sorry, since I like it here."
"I mean it. Get OUT of him. You're not welcome."
He laughed then he said, "This isn't fiction, Ms. Smoak. He didn't have to invite me in. That's not the way it works and beside that I'm not a vampire."
"Couldn't prove that by me. You seem like a blood sucker to me."
"So now you care about him? Whatever."
"I've always cared."
He laughed.
Outloud.
Repeatedly.
And her gut burned as he added, "Well at least you're a pretty little liar. But you need to stop acting like you care about what happens to him."
"I'm not. I'm just . . ."
"Just what, playing him along?"
"I'm not."
She wasn't. She cared about him so his words hurt.
"You are."
"I'm not."
"Yes, you are. Hey, why don't you untie me and me and you will go and get breakfast. The sun's coming up."
"I don't think so."
"Want to make out?"
"No."
"Why not? He misses you a lot. You can even leave me tied up since I think I'd like that."
Again he winked at her.
Her face reddened. She couldn't help it.
His eyes were hot on hers, and she wished they were Oliver's eyes as she said, "Not feeling it."
"Shame. But then you're been done with him for a while. Yeah, Ms. Felicity Smoak, you kicked him solidly to the curve."
"I did not."
"Whatever."
Not Oliver, but the man who possessed his body rolled his eyes before he said, "But what I don't get is if you love him then why you don't just stop torturing him? If you care for him, you don't go fuck another guy and make him watch."
That hit her straight in the chest, and she fought to breathe as the words squeaked out, "How dare you?"
The man smoothly stopped fighting his restraints and acted like he was simply reclining, instead of being tied to the bed as he added effortlessly, "Me? More like how dare you? All of you, his sister, his friend Dig, all of you left him hanging in the wind months ago."
"Hanging in the wind?"
"Yeah, just like he'd just been hanged. All of you left him to twist in the wind and none of you cared. All of you walked away and left him to deal. Left him to handle and he's not good in his head. Not good at all."
"We didn't."
"Right." He grinned slightly before he added, "Yes, you all did and if you don't even know how screwed up his head is, then you haven't been paying attention because his head's totally messed up. It's good that you're giving up this guy, since he's seriously fucked up in the head. I mean he's been tortured, he's been. "
"Don't say the F word." She gasped and then said, "And stop talking since you don't know him like I do."
Nonchalantly, he continued, "Trust me I know him a lot better than you do. And he's got real issues. Let him be happy for once."
"You've been in his head a while. Haven't you?"
"Yeah, I have."
"That's scary."
Her legs went weak, and she reached out and leaned against the TV stand to steady herself.
And yes her brain was racing with all this new data.
Fake Oliver's face looked smug, as he added in light voice, "Now if you want to stay alive, you'll just accept this as the natural course of things. And you'll walk away."
"Natural course of things, you've got to be kidding me."
Her voice rose, along with her blood pressure.
She could feel it.
Cutting through the air sharply with her hand, she added "So not happening, I'm not letting you just steal Oliver's body. No fracking way. GET OUT!"
"Stop deluding yourself that you have any right to him." His voice was intense.
"You gave that up any rights when you gave him his ring back and pretty well told him to go fuck himself, and since then he's spent a lot of time thinking about how he could have changed things with you. Well now that problem's solved. There's no changing it. And you're the one with a boyfriend."
"He's dealing, trying to move on."
She had to believe that.
"Keep lying to yourself, Felicity, since I was there when you moved on with Peter and ripped his heart up yet again. Thanks for that by the way, since you leaving him alone to wallow in self-pity made it much easier for me."
"You can't blame me for Oliver's messed up mind."
"No, but I can be grateful that all of you decided to leaving him swinging after he killed Darhk."
She froze and looked into those steely blue eyes as her brain engaged before she said, "Don't you mean you?"
"Of course, I meant to say me."
A strangled sound erupted from her mouth and the words tumbled out, "Darhk was a host too, wasn't he. Just like Oliver."
His voice was dark, menacing, as he said, "And many before. My, Felicity, you're bright. Shame I'm not into blondes, since I would totally do you."
"You're not staying in Oliver's body. I promise I'll find a way to get you out of him, so why don't you leave now?"
"Because, I'm in like Flynn. Listen to me. Understand. Oliver's gone on to bigger and better places. And I'm Oliver Jonas Queen now, living large. And frankly, if you continue to give me problems, I'll not be kind to you. So now why don't you untie me?"
She swallowed hard before she said, "No. I want Oliver back, the real Oliver. You need to get out of him."
Pointing her finger at him, she said, "And right fracking now."
"Not happening. He likes it there. He's happy for the first time in a long time. No jealously, anger, guilt or self-blame, and his blood lust to kill Peter has opened the door wide to let me in. And now that I'm in, trust me, I'm staying in."
"You can't do that. And he's not like that."
He barked a laugh then said, "Oh, yes, I can and now, I'm thinking our working relationship is over after we get back to Star City. I'm mayor now, and we don't need the Arrow anymore."
Swallowing hard, she croaked out the words, "Our working relationship is over. Don't need the Arrow?"
"Absolutely don't need him anymore. It's time to move on to bigger and better things. You need to let it go."
"Oliver will fight back. He'll beat you."
The smile that came over his face was pure evil and his voice was smug as he said, "He's not putting up much of a fight right now."
Oliver, where are you? She thought, I need you.
"Now why don't you and I come to terms since unlike him, I don't love you or his damned city."
Alright, that was a direct hit and her heart hurt.
And she was getting to the point that she about ready to gag the man to get him to shut up.
"You keep talking like that I'm going to buy some duct tape."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Oh, yes, I'd more than dare. Remember you gave the order to shoot me and tried to gas me. Ever seen the movie Misery? I'm thinking a remake here."
Hmm, wonder what Oliver has in his car?
She still had the keys.
"Ms. Smoak, as attractive as you are, I'm not into blondes. And we both know you want to move on with your life. You deserve to do that, my dear. I'm in the position to give you what you deserve. We both know you're never going to have a healthy relationship with this man, he's got too much of the island still in him, so by all means, you should move on with your Peter, since I'll be moving on too."
"He doesn't believe that."
A smug grin and a small shake of his head made her narrow her eyes and then he added, "And once again, it seems like little do you know. Now can we wind this up and untie me so both of us can get our lives in order? Just name your price."
She thought her head was going to explode for an instant and for one of the few times in her life, she couldn't even babble.
It took several rapid eyes blinks and a hard swallow before she managed to blurt out, "You're crazy. Wind this up? My price? Oh, frack no. What you're going to do is get out of Oliver's body, and I mean right now."
"I'll not going to do that."
"No, you won't do that." She crossed her arms in front of her chest then pointed her finger at him. "But you're going to."
Once again, his grin was smug and he inhaled deeply as he said, "Not a chance since the air's sweet from inside this body. He's taken the best care of himself he could with the hand he was dealt, and he's got some damage, but all and all not a bad model. I'll have to do something about the scars, but I don't foresee that as being a real problem. Now if you would just untie me."
"You talk about him like he's a car. Well see about that. Look the sun's coming up, and I've got an errand to run, Darhk"
"My dear, again, I never said I was Damien Darhk."
His voice was low. He laughed harshly, "No take this as a warning. I'm much more than that. And if you want to live you'll untie me right now."
"I can't."
"Yes, you can."
"No, I can't." Her heart was pounding as she turned on the TV and put on a movie and turned the volume up, with the words, "Take in a movie. I'll be back."
"Release me," he screamed as she grabbed up the key card and rushed toward the door as she hurried thinking, Constantine said they needed salt, and she would buy out the store if need be.
"Don't you dare leave me here. You'll pay for this. You do know your blood will work as well as anyone else? Maybe better."
Freezing, she turned and said, "Oliver, where are you? I need you."
"I told you he's gone, and if you don't untie me. . ."
Tears threatened as she pushed the door open and was out it before he could make the threat. Hurrying, she ran down the hall and pressed the button for the elevator.
"Focus," she told herself as her heart pounded. "Channel Oliver. Do what needs to be done. Get salt and get back. Get salt and get back. Constantine's coming. Get salt and get back."
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