Dance of Moonlight

WARNINGS: Angst,Language,MC,OC,Original,Slave,WAFF,WIP,M/F,F/M/M,Bi,BDSM,Beast,Bond,BP,DP,D/s,H/C,HJ,Lem

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“You have got to be kidding me?” Brett Whitmore said as she walked through the dimly lit parking lot of her high school. She was dressed in black jeans, a black long sleeve shirt, no shoes, black socks, and her curly red hair was under a black beanie so that no one wound notice. It didn’t matter what people said, red hair could be spotted in a pitch-black room. The school on the other hand looked better dressed outside than she did. It was a very long, and spacious school. There was four sections to it. The part they were at was grayish cement. The next was a type of blue brick, followed by standard red brick then again ending with the gray. It reminded her of a very poor attempt at an american flag.

“Yes Brett, I am serious. You are going to go into that school with me. We’re going to get what I came for and then I’m going shoot you. It’s as simple as that. The guy with her was Jacob. She didn’t know his last name because he had never given it to her. She almost wished he had. It would be easier to turn him in if she survived this…if.

“And if I say no?” She asked. She met his hand across her face. Her head jerked to the side from the force of it. Her eye felt like it was going to explode. She made no move to put her hand to her face to comfort her cheek. She didn’t look scared or hurt by it either. It wasn’t the first time in the last three days that Jacob had struck her. Brett turned her fiery lavender eyes at him.

“You have no choice.” He grabbed her arm tightly and pushed her in front of him. His grip never left off until they reached the side doors of the school. He went to open them and found them locked. Of course. Jacob sighed and put his hand over the lock. A sound filled the empty silence. It sounded like a crack of a whip to Brett and it made her flinch. He grinned at her and opened the door. When Brett didn’t move to go inside, he grabbed her by her shoulder and threw her across the threshold. She smacked into the other door. The glass shattered as she fell through and hit the floor on her stomach and slid a few feet. Luckily she didn’t get stabbed by any shards of glass. Jacob wasted no time. He reached down and grabbed the waistband of her jeans and pulled her up off the floor and continued down the hallway.

“You had to do that didn’t you? It’s a wonder no one heard you.”

“It’s not like I voluntarily threw myself through the door you know.” Jacob shrugged this off and kept walking. The inside reminded her of a prison. There was two floors and only two main hallways. The floor was tiled white, with different color tiles thrown in to make the school look more "lively." Both gyms were to her right, while the first set of batrooms and flight of stairs was to her left. The ledge of the second floor looked like it should have guards with guns, ready to shoot at any moment. Actually, it was a mix of a prison and airport. Those damn chairs just sitting in the lobby had always baffled her. Why couldn't people just sit on the floor? Jacob opened the door to the office surrounded by glass. The fishtank. He didn’t stop until they came to the door of the principles office. “It’s in here? How original.” Brett muttered to herself.

“No, it’s not in here,” Jacob said as he opened the door. He pushed her into the room and shut the door. He stood facing the door and put his hand in the middle of it. His other hand rested on the doorknob. He said something under his breath that Brett didn’t catch. He re-opened the door and there was a hallway extending as far as she could see with doors on both sides. “It’s in here.” He walked out and this time let Brett guide herself through the door. He closed it behind her and looked down the hallway.

Brett stood in amazement and confusion. She had been in the principles office a thousand times and every time she left the same way she had come. Then again she hadn’t said a nifty saying before going back out. What was going on? Why was there another hallway, hidden for that matter, in her school?

As if reading her mind Jacob said, “Your principle is not who he seems to be, Brett. Neither am I, but you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Oh so you’re not some cheap jack ass who kidnapped me three days ago, beat the hell out of me during those days, raped me more than once and threw me through a door…yeah, you’re not that person.” This time Jacob didn’t just smack her, he punched her. In the back of his mind he was screaming, "Don’t touch her! I’ll do anything just don’t make me hurt her again!" But the front of his mind was occupied by other things, things that he didn’t really want to be doing. It hadn’t been his idea to kidnap and do these things to Brett. He would stop if he could, but he just didn’t have the will to fight against it.

Brett fell back on the floor. She could taste blood in her mouth and feel it running from the side of her mouth. She let out an annoyed laugh as she stood back up. Jacob was fuming with anger, anger that wasn’t his own. He grabbed her by the throat and squeezed.

“If you kill me now I won’t be able to get what you want.” She said. Her voice wasn’t clear, but if you had someone choking you, you wouldn’t be able to talk clearly either. He pushed her back against the wall and lifted her up. With his free hand he undid the button on her jeans, pulled them down along with her underwear, and then off of her. So this is why he didn’t have me wear shoes tonight. Go figure, she thought. He undid his own pants and pulled them down to his knees.

“Legs,” He said. That once word held anger, frustration, wanting and something else. Brett could swear that it was regret. Regret? Well that was new. As she looked at him, his eyes were a little too wide. He looked like a wild animal. And that’s what he was, literally. He was a shifter. A weretiger to be exact. Brett was thankful that he had never shifted while raping her. She had great blocking out abilities, but if he shifted during rape she didn’t thing she would be able to recover from that.

She wrapped her legs around his waist knowing what he wanted. She wasn’t doing this because she wanted to, not by a long shot. But she knew if she didn’t than he would force and then he would shift on her. That was the last thing she wanted. He drove himself into her once, pinning her against the wall even harder. He let go of her throat and grabbed her wrists. He held them against the wall by her head as he began to thrust in and out of her with the most force he’d ever used. Brett gasped from the unexpected pain. Jacob took this as a sign that for once, she was enjoying herself, and started going harder and faster. His hips drove into so hard that she knew that if she lived through tonight she would be bruised in the morning. His grip on her wrists grew tight enough to cut off circulation. She concentrated on not being able to feel her hands and to keep her mind off what he was doing to her. She was letting her mind sink into that space inside her where she could just block everything out. It was the only way she had stayed sane while he had raped her. Any normal person would have screamed and tried to get away. She didn’t, she had lied there and went into that place inside her. It was empty of all emotion and knowledge. All that was there was a distant hum, like white noise. She valued that place right now.
He took his hands off her wrists and moved them to her hips and shoved her against the wall harder every time he went in her. The second time he did it the wall cracked behind her from the strength he was using. By the sounds coming from his throat she knew he was about to orgasm. Great, another time where I get to be covered in his seed.

But something different happened this time. When he was about to come he pulled out of her and threw her behind him. Before she could turn herself over on her back, Jacob grabbed her shoulder and turned her over. He straddled her and jerked her shirt off. In doing so the beanie came off spilling her red hair everywhere. Then he took both her wrists in his hand and pinned them above her head.

“Stop this!” Jacob screamed in his head. “Stop it now! Why are you doing this to her?” He screamed again.
This time he got an answer, but it was faint, like it was being carried on the wind. “Your punishment.”

With his free hand, he took himself in his hand and began to move his hand up and down his shaft while his thumb went in circles over the head of him. Brett watched him, wondering what the hell he was doing. When he finally came, he came all over her stomach. Luckily it was in a place where it couldn’t wind up with her pregnant. The hand he’d been using on himself, he used to smear his seed on her stomach up to her chest in a line. He let her wrists go knowing she wasn’t going to do anything because she had no where to go. He slid down her body and licked from her belly button to her chest getting rid of what he had just previously spread on her.

“You’re sick,” Brett told him, her voice sounding extremely bitter and revolted. Jacob grinned at her and moved his face over hers.

“Yes, but you like it.” He said. And then, all at once, Jason was himself again. The phantom voice had left and he was left above her, staring down into the beauty of her face. He did the only thing he could think to do, he leaned down and kissed her. Brett just lay there. This was the first time that he had ever kissed her. Usually he just raped her and was done with it, what was his problem? She pushed him off of her and made a move to obtain her clothes.

“No, I don’t like it. I’ve never liked it. I didn’t ask for you to kidnap me. I don’t even know why you chose me. Let’s just find this thing so you can shoot me and get it over with already.

Jacob only heard the end of what she said. He was enraptured by her beauty. He must have been staring at her for too long because she gave him a look. He cleared his throat in attempt to cover up what he was feeling.

“I’ve changed my mind. I’m not going to kill you. I couldn’t possibly shoot someone as beautiful and powerful as you.”

“Powerful? Yeah, right. The only power I have is over guys that make asses of themselves in front of me. I kick theirs and they leave me alone.” She told him as she pulled her jeans back on. She put the shirt back on, too, and replaced the beanie with all her hair under it. Truthfully she was disappointed. She had hoped he’d shoot her. She didn’t have anything to live for, and she would rather die than go through life. She’d rather die than be a piece of meat to Jacob, too. Jacob didn’t respond to her until he had his own pants on right and buttoned.
“You have more power than you think. You remember that. And I’m going to prove it. Starting now.” Brett raised a brow at him as he walked over to her. He placed his hand gently on her arm and turned her slowly in the direction of all the doors so that he was behind her. This was the first time that he had ever been gentle with her; something was going on. “Close your eyes and“

“Why?” Brett asked.

“Just shut up and close your eyes.” Brett sighed and closed her eyes. She flinched when he put his fingertips to
her temples. “See the doors in your mind, Brett. You know what they look like, now just picture them in your mind.” Brett did but she didn’t know why. “Now, I need you to reach out and find the right door. Reach for the feeling of power, light, and dimly…compassion.” As he said the words his voice grew softer. The sound of his voice and the way he was moving his fingertips in circles on her temples was making her more relaxed than she wanted to be. But she couldn’t help it. She leaned back into him and he ran his hands down her arms and held her hands in his. He sent some of his power into her to help amplify what she was looking for. Only Brett could find the right door. It had taken him years to find her and now, with her hands in his, her body leaning against him in complete relaxation and trust, he was beginning to hate himself for all that he was made to do to her. But he couldn’t take it back.

Brett felt the small surge of his power and it prickled against her skin. It was the weirdest and most real sensation she had ever experienced before. She did as Jacob had told her and she reached out with her mind for light, power and compassion. In one rushing wave it felt like her body was stretched from where she stood, to down the hallway and suddenly stopping in front of a door. Her eyes flew open and her body spasamed in Jacob arms.

He let her hands go and put his arms around her to keep her from jerking too much. “Brett, Brett calm down. Just breathe. Relax. You’re here with me remember?” He told her soothingly. It took a few minutes before Brett could remember where she was. “Did you find the door?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Which one?” He asked. Brett was about tell him then stopped. She had something to ask first.

“I’ll tell you when you answer a question. And it doesn’t have anything to do with any of the rooms I’m not going in. Hell, it doesn’t even deal with the one I’m about to go in.” When he didn’t object to her asking the question she went on. “Why are being…nice to me all of a sudden? The last three days you’ve done nothing but rape and abuse me. Now you’re treating me like a lover. And frankly, it’s creeping me out.” She looked at him, waiting for his answer. While she waited, she looked him up and down.

He was very good looking. He was no more than twenty, maybe nineteen. Brett herself was eighteen and knew he wasn’t much older than she was. His body was slender, muscled but slender. He stood at a good six feet. His hair was a light shade of brown that hung past his shoulders, with green eyes and long lashes. He was everything you could want in physical appearance…not so much in personality and attitude.

“I…I don’t know. Regret mostly. It’s not like I wanted to smack you around and rape you, but I had too. If I didn’t neither of us would be standing here right now.”

“You had too…” Brett repeated. “Why?”

“That I can’t tell you. I’d have to…show you. And I’m not going to do that. Just show me which door it is.” Brett sighed and turned away from him. She walked down twelve doors on the left and stopped in front of the thirteenth one.

“Here’s your door, Jacob. What’s so important that you need me to get for you?” She asked moving her to put her hand on the handle.

“Don’t!” He yelled grabbing her wrist. “Don’t touch the door. You really want to get yourself killed don’t you?” He asked.

“Well I don’t have anything else to do with my life, so sure, why not?” She reached for it again with her other hand and he grabbed it and pushed her back into the door.

“Stop talking like that. You want to know why I didn’t want you to touch the door? Open your mind again, reach out beyond the doors here. See what’s behind them.” She did what he said, mostly because she didn’t have anything else to do. Images flowed into her from behind the doors. She didn’t know why she was seeing them, or how she could see them, but she could. They came in a jumble but she had a feeling of dread and danger. And death. Terror washed over her as she seen flashes of peoples dying, mostly women and children. There were occasional flashes of men being tortured. There was blood in ever flash, scream and painful screams. And always in the background was the figure of a man. His eyes glowed red. He reached out to touch her. When his fingertips touch her cheek it sent a shock through her entire body and she screamed.

Jacob let her go and put his arms around her. She clung to him like he was the last thing on the planet. And right now, in this hallway, he was. He could feel her shaking in his arms.

“Brett listen to me. It wasn’t real alright? It was just a presence. Left by what happened in these rooms. Nothing here can hurt you.”

“You can.” She whispered against his chest. “It’s all you’ve done to me since you took me.” Jacob pulled her away from him enough to look into her pale lavender eyes and so that she could see the pain showing in his eyes from what he had done. A few strands of her hair had fallen out from under the beanie and he brushed them away with his fingers.

“And I told you that I didn’t want to. If I didn’t then we both we be dead. I was a victim made into a pawn. So will you…it’s what he does with us.”

“Who?” She asked looking at him. He leaned down and put his lips so close to her ear that she could feel them move when he spoke.

“The man in the shadows.” He whispered. For the first time, the feel of his lips near her and the feel of his breath sent shivers up her spine. What was wrong with her? You’re not supposed to have feelings for your kidnaper and rapist…right? She didn’t know, but she knew that he could be lying to her. She put a hand on his chest and pushed him back.

“Just tell me what I have to do and I’ll get you what ever I’m supposed to get you. It would be nice if would at least tell me what I’m going in for.” She said.

“A scroll and a glass orb. That’s it, go in there, search for them, bring them back out. I can’t go in there with you or I’d help you. But you have to go on your own.”

“Wait…I have to go inside alone? You want me to go in there by myself? Why can’t you come in with me?” She asked, her voice almost held a tone of pleading. After seeing what she just had, she didn’t want to go in by herself.

“Only one can enter. And since I can’t locate things like you can, you have to do it. I know you just found out that you could use your mind like this, but you have to do it. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” He turned Brett around and he opened the door for her. A crash of wind rolled through the door and tore it from Jacob’s grip. It was strong enough that Brett was pushed back into him. “Go on!” He yelled above the roaring wind. He gave her a small push to her past the wind. Once she entered the door she turned around to look at him and the door slammed shut on it’s own, locking her inside.