Disclaimer- I don't pretend to own anything related to Red Eye or Beauty and the Beast, etc. Duh. If I did, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be sitting here writing fanfiction to live out some lost fantasy :P

Chapter Two

"Go the Distance" - Hercules

"…And I won't look back. I can go the distance. And I'll stay on track. No I won't accept defeat. It's an uphill slope, but I won't lose hopetill I go the distanceand my journey is complete."

After about an hour and a half of driving, Melissa pulled the car to a stop outside of a gorgeous house. It was large and beautiful, from what Lisa could tell from the outdoor lighting. It had since fallen dark outside which fit perfectly with Melissa's own plans to sneak Lisa into the house.

"Now wait just a second," Lisa commanded, hesitating outside of the house.

"I'm not just going to step inside this house without first knowing my father is actually here and is actually okay…"

Melisa cringed in the porch lighting and then she grabbed a hold of Lisa's arm.

"If you promise to keep quiet… I'll show you the window to his room."

Lisa nodded feverously. Melissa slowly led Lisa around the grounds of the house, careful not to set off the alarms, and then stopped at a small window in the home's foundation. It opened to a room in the basement.

"He's down in there. Perfectly fine. Take a look… but be quiet."

Lisa leaned forward, shielding her eyes from the light of the garden lamps, when her father's face suddenly appeared. She squealed out and fell backward in surprise, knocking over one of the lamps.

"Quiet!" Melissa whispered in a panic.

"Daddy?"

Lisa leaned forward and tried to lift the window when Melissa's hand caught her wrist.

"Move it one inch and the sensor will go off. This whole place will be alive."

Joe Reisert looked sleepy in the dark. Lisa knew he was probably exhausted. And on top of it all, he had a black eye. Lisa pressed her hand against the glass and her father followed suit.

"Leave," he mouthed to her.

"No. Not without you," she shouted.

Melissa grabbed her and hauled her up to her feet.

"I told you to be quiet!"

Lisa lashed out and struck Melissa across her cheek, sending the woman tumbling through the grass.

"Who's done this to you?" she asked the glass.

Her father mouthed something back, but she couldn't understand him, nor could she hear him. Suddenly she was being flung backward. Her view was blinded by the tipped over lamps shining into her eyes. She tried to shield herself from the attack, but none came.

"What are you doing here?" a man's voice asked, anger apparent in his tone.

"I've… I've come for my father." Lisa tried to stand but was shoved back down into the light. "Who are you?"

The man laughed.

"Someone you wish you'd never met."

"Please. Just let him go. Melissa said your problem is with me. Just let my father go and…"

"No."

"I'll kill you!" she shouted, trying to get back on her feet.

This time it was Melissa holding her down.

"It's for your own good," she whispered.

"Look. I'll do anything. Please. Just let him go. He has nothing to do with this!"

Silence.

"What could be more perfect than exacting my revenge on your father while you watch?"

"What if we traded places? What if you took me instead? It's me you want anyway! Do what you will to me but please let me go. I beg you."

There was a light chuckle in the night air that sent a shiver up Lisa's spine. Melissa's grip tightened on Lisa's shoulders. This man enjoyed hearing her beg. Somehow, Lisa knew he had already made up his mind, but watching Lisa squirm was just as wonderful as making her watch her father die.

"You'd do that, huh?"

"Anything. Just let him go. You don't have to do this to him. He's never been involved."

"He shot Jackson Rippner, the same as you did. Why should I not hold him accountable for his untimely death?"

"He was just protecting me. Please."

"If I did… and I'm not saying I will… you'd have to stay here forever. You realize that, right?"

"I realize that forever will probably be only the ten minutes it takes you to kill me."

The man laughed and his shadow shook in the darkness.

"Who says I plan on killing you quickly? Who says I plan on killing you at all? Maybe the best possible revenge would be for me to torture you for the rest of your meaningless life."

Lisa had begun to cry. She wiped the tears from her cheeks quickly, not wanting to show herself as so vulnerable to this man.

"Just make up your mind!"

"It's already been made up."

I thought so, Lisa thought to herself. She struggled against Melissa as her father banged intensely on the glass. The man turned around and there was the sound of metal against the glass, no doubt a gun. Her father silenced himself quickly.

"It's a deal. You for your father."

"But you must promise nothing will happen to him!"

The man rose and Lisa could see his shadow pocketing the gun.

"I can only promise a flight home. As for what happens when he gets home… life is life."

"You're a monster."

"I get that a lot. Melissa. Take her to a room."

Melissa lifted Lisa up off of the grass and Lisa finally got a glimpse of her newfound capture. He watched her intently, hands casually placed in his pockets. Glacier-blue eyes stared back at her, seemingly clear in the darkness of the night.

"You're… you're dead!" she shouted, trying to rip free from Melissa.

"Yeah… about that…"

He chuckled and then sauntered slowly away in the opposite direction the girls were headed in.

"You never told me your boss was Jackson Rippner!"

"You wouldn't have come."

"No. I would've killed you and called the police!"

"And then your father would be dead."

"I think the world would be better if I was dead…"

Jackson froze behind the girls. Lisa got the feeling that Melissa's grip had loosened ever so slightly. Maybe the woman really was trying to help her. Either way, Lisa couldn't imagine spending one minute in this house, let alone the rest of her short life. She had no doubt that Jackson would kill her; it was only a matter of time. Then Jackson whistled and Melissa also froze. Her grip tightened on Lisa's arm once again. She turned her around.

"Bring out Mr. Reisert. Blindfold him."

He snapped a cell phone shut and Lisa struggled against Melissa's grip, finally freeing herself. Melissa ran after her, but Jackson held up a hand as Lisa charged him. He caught her easily and twisted her arm behind her back, yanking it upward to the point that she cried out in pain.

"You're breaking my arm!"

"Then stop struggling!"

Then her father appeared, nose bleeding and with a blindfold covering a large portion of his face.

"Daddy!"

Jackson jerked her arm once more to tell her to control herself.

"Lisa? What's happening?"

"If you kill him," she said, turning just enough so that Jackson could see her face, "I will kill you, Jack."

He growled and threw Lisa backward to where Melissa caught her before she fell to the ground.

"Get rid of him."

"No! Don't kill him! Please!"

Jackson smirked at Lisa.

"I told you I'd get him home. It's that simple. You really need to learn to listen."

The men shoved her father into a black SUV and pulled out of the long driveway. They were lost in the darkness. Lisa sank to her feet and began sobbing.

"What is it with you and crying?"

"You kidnap him, trap me here, and then take him away without letting me say goodbye! What do you expect from me…?"

Jackson shrugged and then began walking back toward the front of the house.

"Take her to a room," he called over his shoulder to Melissa.

"Yeah," Lisa commented loud enough for him to hear, "And you'd better make sure there are no pens lying around or I'll kill you two."

Lisa could've sworn she had heard Jackson chuckle as he rounded the corner to the front of his house. Melissa tugged on Lisa's arm and she hissed in pain. Once they got through one of the side doors and into the light, Melissa inspected her arm. It was already purple in patches from his tight grip.

"I'll bring you up some ice once we get you situated."

"No. I don't want any."

"Lisa…"

"I want to see it and feel it. It's just one more reason why I hate him!"

Lisa nearly screamed the end of her statement, praying he had heard her. She was ready for a fight. Instead, Melissa just pushed her up a flight of stairs and then stopped her. Lisa was trying to look down the right end of the hallway, but Melissa directed her left and past a bunch of rooms and into a large master suite.

"This is my room?"

"Yeah. What? You expected a dungeon with chains?"

"Actually… yes."

Melissa shrugged simply.

"Look. Just… behave."

Lisa laughed.

"You expect me to behave when he's tried to kill me and vice versa? And now I'm locked up in his house?"

"Yes. Because if you don't…"

Melissa stepped forward and produced a small gun Lisa hadn't known she had with her. She cocked it and aimed it at Lisa's head.

"He will kill you."

"Not if I kill him first."

"I'm not going to let you, though. So you might as well just behave."

"Who are you?"

Melissa smirked and then placed the gun under her blazer and inside the back of her jeans.

"A bodyguard."

"For me or for him?"

"Might as well be both."

Before Lisa could question her further, Melissa turned and quickly shut the double doors behind her, locking them. Lisa ran to them and tried her best to pry them open, but it was no use. They were thick, solid, wood. So she flew to the balcony and flung open the doors, grinning in triumph. She waited for an alarm to sound, anything, to alert Jackson that she was escaping, but she heard nothing but the buzz of the night air.

Lisa didn't process the buzzing as an electrical charge due to her sudden excitement. She had won. She quickly grabbed and threw the sheets off of the bed, tying them into long strips and knotting them. She'd sneak out like a teenager. She continued glancing at the door until she had finished. Then she ran back to the balcony, tossed the sheets over. They nearly touched the ground. She could jump the rest of the way.

Smiling with pride, Lisa placed her hands on the bars to climb over. Immediately electricity surged through her. She fell back, unconscious, on the balcony. The doors opened a moment later and Jackson simply smiled at her defeat. She was clever, no doubt, but he was going to have to step up his game to match hers. She had beaten him last time, but that was on her turf. Now, in his house, he was in control. He had to be while he was still healing. Still, Jackson was highly amused that the poor girl had no idea that the railing had been charged to that equal of a taser.

Knife drawn, Jackson inched closer to Lisa's still form. He watched her for a moment before he nudged her with his foot on her sore arm. She didn't even flinch. So he pocketed his knife and picked her up with a bit of trouble. He was still very sore from the Red Eye. He hobbled over to Lisa's destroyed bed and shook his head as he tossed her onto it.

"I saw her on the screen… is she…?"

Melissa had come into the room and was now standing by the doors. Jackson was panting softly.

"Out cold. Tore her bed up in the process," he commented, gesturing to the sheets that blew slightly in the wind.

"I told her to behave," Melissa stated with a sigh.

Jackson chuckled.

"And you expected her to listen? What did I tell you about her?" Melissa rolled her eyes. "Just leave her there. She won't be going anywhere."

Jackson lingered next to Lisa's bed for a moment longer before he turned and left the two women alone in the room. Melissa shut the doors that opened out onto the balcony and then she dug in the walk-in closet. She came back with a small, thin, blanket and covered up Lisa where she laid sprawled on the bed. Then she left and relocked the doors behind her once more. Hopefully tomorrow, after a little sleep and a shower, Lisa would be able to calm down. Then again, Jackson had warned Melissa of Lisa's hard-headedness…

A/N: This is feeling a little weird, but I'm going with it! :P I've got to "Go the Distance" and see this thing through to the end! Hahaha.