Chapter Two: Dimitri, the Kidnapping Demon

I woke up in the back of a car with my wrists and ankles tied together and a gag over my mouth. The rest of my body was also tied so tightly in rope, I could hardly breath, never mind move. Fear coursed through my veins. 'Why is this happening to me? Why am I here?'

I was too scared to say a damn thing, my eyes looked out the window. It was pitch black and I had no idea where I was headed or how long I was unconscious.

"You're up." A familiar voice stated. I looked towards the driver and saw the boy from the bookstore, the hot one who asked me out.

'Fucking fantastic. Creepy hot stalker taken to a disturbing new level. He's probably a sociopathic serial killer!' I didn't move, frozen in fear and the unknown that was my future.

"Bet you're wishing you weren't so cocky in that bookstore, don't you? You thought I was just another human hitting on such a beautiful girl like yourself. You didn't even look over your shoulder to see if I was following. Not once!"

Did he just say human? Meaning he isn't human? 'Wait, I think he implied I'm not human too.' I started squirming, freaking out completely. I just wanted to get out of the car, that's it. I don't care if it hurts, or even if it kills me, it is better than whatever this lunatic has in store for me.

The creepy stranger pulled the car over, making me freak out even more. 'He's going to kill me!' He turned around in his seat and oddly enough looked concerned. "Hey, hey, hey, relax." He held his hands up, staring deep into my eyes. "I promise I am not going to physically hurt you." He swore.

For some reason, my body relaxed a little, like I believed him. 'Don't be stupid, he stalked you, kidnapped you, tied and gagged you. If he's not going to hurt you, what the hell IS he going to do with you?'

"Pweef bust weh be gooh." I mumbled through the gag.

"If I take off your gag, you promise not to spit fire at me right?"

I blinked. 'Spit fire at him? What the fuck?' I nodded, shaking my head or doing nothing wasn't going to get the gag off me. Maybe I can get him to let me go if he can actually understand what I'm saying.

The man reached over and untied it. "So what were you trying to say?" He asked, casually.

"Please just let me go." I begged, tears threatening to spill. "I don't know who you are, or what you want with me, but I don't care, I just want to go home."

The bastard chuckled. "I am taking you home, Leliana. Dimitri's the name, by the way, we have a mutual friend, whom we are headed to meet." He said, turning around to start the car again. "And stop with the about to cry thing, I'm not falling for it."

'He thinks I'm some chick named Leliana. This is a really bad misunderstanding.' "My name isn't Leliana!" I cried. "You have the wrong person!"

This so-called Dimitri stopped and looked at me again, disbelief on his face. "That's the angle you're going with? Really?"

Tears were streaming down my face. "Angle? What the hell are you talking about? And why did you kidnap me? Please, just let me go!"

He looked conflicted. "You're pretty convincing." He admitted. "But I was already warned, Leliana. You know exactly what I'm talking about. And you know it's about time you came home. I can't just let you go."

'He's not going to believe anything I say.' I started sobbing, hurting myself against the restrains. Dimitri turned back around and started driving again, and I cried. I had no idea why this was happening to me, why he insisted I was some girl named Leliana nor where this 'home' he was talking about even was. Eventually, he pulled over again and I braced myself for this 'mutual friend' and the terrible unknown ahead.

My kidnapper turned towards me, a sad look in his eyes. "Please stop crying." He said, softly. "I know you'll be in some trouble at home, but we'll do everything we can to lessen it. So please, no more crying, okay?"

'This Dimitri fellow is strange.' My eyes burned, I reigned in the tears the best I could. "You won't listen to me." I said in a hoarse voice. "You took me away from my home. You keep saying weird things and act like I know what you're talking about, but I don't! I have no idea what's going to happen to me and I am scared!"

That conflicted look came about again. "How do you do it? How do you look so innocent and...human?"

'He said it again, that human thing.' "I am human." I said, slowly, fear bubbling up inside me, bigger than before. "Are you not?"

He watched me, calculating. "No. I'm a demon." His eyes narrowed. "As are you, Leliana."

'A...demon? Like with horns and a tail?' "So...let me get this straight. You think I am some girl named Leliana...who is a demon...like yourself...and you're taking me to home, which is where? Hell?"

Dimitri rolled his eyes. "See now I know you're bullshitting, Hell isn't a real thing. That's like saying the angels live in Heaven."

Hysteria bubbled up inside me now. Angels? Demons? This guy is clinically insane. "Oh my God, you are going to kill me." I laughed, with no humor. "You're insane! You are one hundred percent crazy and I am going to be some murder victim on a serial killer special five years from now!"

He gave me a concerned look. "What the hell are you talking about?"

I couldn't stop the hysteric laughter. "Oh that is just precious. Because this entire time, that's what I've been asking you. Is this part of the sick and twisted pleasure you get from killing people? Making them play these mind games with you first?"

"I already promised you I wouldn't hurt you, Leliana-"

"THAT'S NOT MY FUCKING NAME!" I shouted, hysterics gone replaced by fight or flight. I was feeling a bit of both. "My name is Rose! Rose! I have never met a person named Leliana in my entire fucking life! I am a human, okay? HUMAN! I got news for you, so are you! Angels and demons don't exist, okay? I don't know what sick fantasy you're living out in your crazy-ass mind, but they are not real! Your entire justification for kidnapping me, is not real!"

Dimitri watched me, carefully. "Why do I get the feeling you actually believe that?"

"BECAUSE IT'S THE TRUTH!"

He watched me for a moment, then sighed. "It's not. But you believe it. This poses quite the problem."

'I think I'm finally getting somewhere.' "It doesn't have to, Dimitri. Just do the right thing." I pleaded. "Let me go. I have a family, people who will be missing me, looking for me. If you let me go, I promise, I won't tell them who you are, you can go and be crazy elsewhere, just let me go."

"See, I can't do that." My kidnapper said, crushing my hope. "And, since I honestly believe you don't know you're Leliana, I'll show you some proof as to why I know you are." He pulled a picture out of his pocket and held it up to my face.

It was a picture with a twelvish, blond haired boy...and me, well a twelve year old blond version of me. 'How is that possible? I don't remember that.' "I'll admit that looks a lot like me. But I don't know that boy...and I don't have blond hair. Well, naturally. I just dyed my hair blond for the first time a couple days ago."

"I have an explanation for that, but I don't think you'd believe me if I told you just yet. So here's the second part." He opened his dashboard, and pulled out my sisters hairbrush that went missing. 'And had my hair in it...' "I took this from your dorm and ran a test on your hair. It was quite pricy to match the DNA, but I had to be sure. And it was a match to your sample from your actual home."

My head was spinning. "How did you get that from my room? I get you followed me...but I was in my dorm the entire time...how did you...?"

He smirked, proud of himself. "Paid that girl scout to distract you, climbed in through your window. Bang, pow, boom." He paused, letting it sink in. "I also took your astrology books for extra proof to Zane."

"Who's Zane?"

Dimitri's smile left. "The guy in the picture. You and him were good friends. He really missed you all these years you know."

I wasn't sure what I believed. Did I believe Dimitri followed me to my dorm and stole my stuff? Yes. Do I believe that the picture he showed me is real? Yes, it's a very old fashioned picture, with no way of being photo-shopped. Do I actually believe I'm this Leliana girl? I don't know. Do I believe this angel and demon crap? No. Do I believe Dimitri believes in it? Yes. 'What the hell am I suppose to do?'

"This D.N.A. test...do you have the paper confirming what you're saying?" I asked, changing the topic from whoever this Zane dude is.

"Yes, but not on me. Zane has it. He's the mutual friend I mentioned earlier, the one we're headed to meet."

"Why didn't he come with you to kidnap me?"

"Well he thought you'd recognize him and run off. We didn't think you'd go as far as changing your memories." 'Say what now?'

"You're starting to lose me again. Changing my memories?"

He sighed. "Yes. I'll have Zane explain it, he's better at these kind of things. I know it's hard and you're probably still scared, but you have to trust me on this. Everything will be explained."

Again, I believed he thought this to be true, but I still didn't. And I was still scared. "Can you at least untie me? It's not like I can go anywhere, you'll be driving and I don't even know where I am."

"I can't, I promised Zane I wouldn't no matter what you said." Dimitri admitted. "But I'll insist he does when we get to him, okay?"

I didn't say anything else. What else is there to say? He wasn't going to answer my questions, he'd just tell me that this Zane guy will tell me. I closed my eyes, exhausted from struggling against my ties, all my crying, and trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I hoped when I opened them again, I'd be in my dorm room, and this entire night was just some nightmare.

Much to my distaste, it was no nightmare. I was still tied up, but the car had stopped. The car was parked in some shady motel parking lot and Dimitri was talking to someone outside of the car. I couldn't hear what they were saying and I certainly couldn't read lips, so I waited, growing more and more uneasy as each minute passed.

Eventually, the other guy walked into a motel room and Dimitri came and opened the back seat. He had a knife. Alarmed, I did my best to try and wiggle away from him.

"Hey, hey, relax, okay? I promised not to hurt you, remember?"

"Then why do you have that knife?"

"To untie you. The knots are extremely tight, it's the only way to do it." He explained, getting in next to me. "Now relax, everything is going to be explained, okay?"

Slowly but surely, he cut off all my ties, before backing out of the car. I followed his pursuit out, but as soon as I got out and booked it for the office. The office of motels always had someone, right? And if not, they at least had a phone to call the cops, right? 'He may believe all this, and part of me believes some of it too, but that doesn't make kidnapping right and that doesn't mean I want to be part of any of this.'

I don't know if it was my body being weak from being tied and unmoving for so long or if Dimitri is just really fast, but he caught me in no time, hand over my mouth to prevent me from screaming and was dragging me back. I tried biting his hand but got no reaction. He kicked on the door the other guy went through twice, not taking any chances on uncovering my mouth.

The door opened and I was brought inside, the door shut behind me. "Now that was just stupid. Take advantage of my kindness again, and you'll regret it." Dimitri said, glowering. "I promised not to physically hurt you, but I can emotionally."

I believed him and once again, was scared of him. 'I'm pathetic.' "Dimitri, relax. From what you told me, she's already confused and terrified. I warned you she would attempt to run when you suggested it to begin with. It's your being naïve to blame, not her." The man by the door said.

Dimitri slumped and sat down on one of the beds. I turned my attention towards this other man. "And you are...?" I trailed.

The man stepped out of the shadows. "Zane. Your old best friend and current fiancé."