Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Shattered Glass ❯ Chipped ( Chapter 3 )

Shattered Glass

Written by Namek Kaia

Disclaimer: I own Akira Toriyama… therefore I own Dragonball Z too! Ha ha ha!! ~end of useless fantasy~ Huh? Aw man…

**Author's Note** A recent reviewer was just joking when they applied "Mary Sue" to this fic. But I can see where that can be easily concluded. So, just to clarify things, this fanfic in no way, shape, or form (okay, maybe just slightly, but that's all) is this a Mary Sue. (which is actually my aunt's name. Lol) Andréa is only loosely based on her author, no more. Okay… now that all that is clear… on with the fic!

Chapter Three

Chipped

"Piccolo?"

"Andr& eacute;a?"

"Wait a minute. You two… know each other?" a confused Gohan and Videl asked in unison.

The couple in question slowly regained their composure and took their normal stances at almost the same time. There wasn't any real bitterness in the reunion, only uncomfortable and awkward tension. "We've met," Andréa stated simply.

"When?" Videl asked, wondering exactly when her friend had spent enough time in Satan City to meet new people.

"And… how?" Gohan followed, directing the question more towards Piccolo, astounded that he would have met someone when he continuously kept himself isolated.

Andréa answered quickly before Piccolo could have a chance to respond. "I got lost while I was running one morning." Piccolo gave her a strange look in question of her deception, but she smiled reassuringly and continued. "Luckily, Piccolo found me and helped me find my way back."

"But you never get lost when you run…" Videl objected.

Andréa wasn't faltered, nor did she pause in her response. "You know how distracted I get when the music is intense and I have a lot on my mind. I just ventured off into my own private world and when I came back to reality, I didn't recognize anything around me," she explained.

With some slight hesitation, Gohan and Videl shrugged off the situation, wanting to relieve the uneasiness they had stumbled upon. The current song smoothly shifted to 50 Cent's "In Da Club" and nearly everyone in the room flocked to the dance floor, opening space in the nearby sitting booths. "Let's all have a seat… unless you want to dance," she said to Andréa, knowing the girl's love for dancing. Andréa shot a quick look to Piccolo and could easily sense his discomfort.

"No. I don't feel much for dancing right now. Maybe later," she answered. The party of four weaved paths through other people in the club hoping to grab an empty booth before there were all occupied again. As they arrived at one of the available red leather, half circle booths, Gohan moved to the side in order to allow Videl to sit first. And, attempting to be polite, Piccolo did the same for Andréa, which surprised all three in his company. He only grunted in response to their stares and followed his date into the booth.

Soon enough, the two couples broke off into their own separate conversations. Videl leaned to Gohan's ear and used the opportunity to talk without Piccolo hearing. "It's strange how he seems like a different person all together with just a change of clothes. I'm starting to think that this wasn't such a bad idea after all. They could actually hit it off, don't you think?"

Gohan sighed. "I don't know, Videl. It was a miracle that he even came. He seriously did not want to be here tonight. I doubt he's enjoying himself."

"I know… but you have to admit that it doesn't seem to be going all that bad. He's at least responding to her questions," she pointed out.

"True. And he seems less tense and harsh than I'd expected him to be," he admitted. "I'm just glad he came." He then snaked his arm around her waist and, pulling her closer, leaned down to her ear. "You look amazingly beautiful tonight," he whispered and lightly kissed her temple. They cuddled to themselves for a few moments, everything else in the room disappearing.

"You don't' seem like the club scene type," Andréa mentioned. `Not that you don't look good while faking it, though,' her mind finished.

"I'm not," he said in his usual 'short and to the point' tone.

"Then why are you here?" she asked, shifting so that her body was toward him.

He waited a moment to reply, wondering how to explain what he knew would probably not be what she wanted to hear. "You," he finally replied bluntly. "Gohan said that if I didn't come as your date, then he wouldn't be able to go out with her." He nodded toward Gohan and Videl, who were now shamelessly flirting with one another.

"Oh…" He could hear the note of melancholy in her voice, and he almost regretted answering her. But she did ask, and it was no fault of his. She stayed silent for a moment with a far away look in her eyes before finally speaking again. "So you were forced to come. I understand." She slowly looked up into his eyes. It was now easy for him to see just how hurt she was by this. "And I'll also understand if you left. I don't want to keep you here when it's obvious that you don't want to be," she finished, breaking eye contact before she gave away too much emotion. Her words left him silent, and with no idea how to respond. She had just given him a perfect opportunity to leave, and yet, he didn't want to depart as much as he had earlier.

Before either of them could reply to the subject at hand, the song once again shifted to the fast-beat sounds of No Doubt's "Hella Good". Videl's face lit up, but Andréa's remained solidly disappointed. "C'mon Dréa. Let's dance! I know you love this song," Videl shouted over the music and started to push Gohan from his seat.

Again, Andréa looked to Piccolo for an answer and felt the same emanation of discomfort. "No thanks. I'm fine with sitting this one out," she explained.

"Aww. But this is one of your favorite songs! I know that you can't stand not to dance to it. Come on. Have some fun!" Videl insisted.

"Really Videl, I'm fine. You two go ahead," she replied with a smile.

Finally, her friend gave in. "Okay, if you're sure. We'll be back soon!" was all she had time to say before she was lead away to the dance floor by Gohan.

Piccolo waited until he was sure they were alone to subtly mumble a statement of thanks so low that only she could hear. She was tapping her fingers and feet as she danced in her seat when she smiled a `You're welcome' at him. "It was no problem really. I figured if you didn't want to be here, then you sure as hell wouldn't…" she broke off suddenly, and he noticed she had stopped her rhythmic movements. Before he could turn to look at her, she had scooted exceedingly close to him, enough to look as if she was a star-crazed teen hanging all over her favorite celebrity. "Lead me outside… quickly," she murmured heatedly into his ear.

"Wha…" he began to ask, but wasn't allowed the chance.

Her hand suddenly clamped down onto his thigh as a threatening gesture. "Just do it!" she muttered harshly. "Please…" It was then that he finally looked into her eyes, intending to give her a fierce berating - date or no - and saw the fear and uneasiness in her chocolate orbs. His angered thoughts ceased and he decided to use this opportunity to get away from this awful place, even if she had to accompany him. Slowly, he took her hand and led her outside the club, being sure to make it look as if he was anxious to leave, which wasn't too far from the truth at all.

As soon as they were around the corner and onto the street that wasn't occupied by the line of waiting teenagers, Andréa took the lead and bolted into the nearest alley with Piccolo in tow. She immediately took a stance against the brick wall that was the backside of the club and roughly pulled Piccolo close to her. "Kiss me," she requested hurriedly, her eyes wild and full of mixed emotions. He stood frozen, looking at her like she was insane, and that what she had just spoken was the most ludicrous thing he had ever heard. "Kiss me!" she demanded again and, with one more quick glance into the street, pulled his lips down on hers. Quickly, she moved his hands onto her body, one to her ribs that where directly below her breast and the other under her thigh in order to wrap her leg around him so that their bodies were pressed more firmly together.

Piccolo was lost… both on what to think and what to do. He had never actually engaged in such intimate contact with another before, nor did he think he ever would. Yet, here he was with this unfamiliar woman that was throwing herself at him. Though, there was something out of place about the entire situation, but he couldn't quite tell what it was. He could easily sense that she was frightened somewhat, her racing heart told him that much. But she was also acting somewhat paranoid, as if they were being followed.

But that thought was soon lost to him. Slowly, he started to lose his train of thought and felt himself giving way to the strange feeling that had begun to stir inside him. He couldn't exactly ignore the warm mouth that worked passionately against his, or the shapely body that was pressed to his chest. It was all so… different, and he couldn't stop himself from responding. His lips slowly started to move against hers and his body leaned more toward her in the instinctive need to have her as close as possible.

`Finally,' Andréa thought. `He has to be into it for this to be believable. It's only a matter of seconds before they catch up…'

The rapid beats from the muffled bass of the song seemed to match the beats of their pounding hearts. For a fleeting moment, they both became lost in the feel of the other. Andréa nearly slipped from her mindset and was ready to drown in this feeling, to never return. But with renewed determination, all emotions were pushed aside to give way to her initial plans. 'Any second now…'

Piccolo could feel that she was anxious about something, but couldn't determine exactly what was bothering her. In an unconscious movement, the hand that had been resting on her stomach slipped around her back to enclose her in his arms completely. His tongue slowly licked her lips in a slightly timid request for entrance, and without hesitation, she allowed it. Her hand caressed lightly up his chest to his collarbone as she softly cooed into his mouth. For a moment he thought she would push him away, but instead, her leg's grip tightened around his hip.

It was then that three men ran silently past the alley entrance, but then abruptly halted and returned. The three were shrouded in shadow and their features were indistinct. Though, from just the shape of their forms, one could easily tell that all three were well built, and at a closer look with an trained eye, see that they were concealing weapons under their clothing. They stood side by side, the two shorter figures on either side of a rather tall form, blocking the alley entrance with eyes set on the scene before them. "What the hell does she think she's doing?!" one on the far left exclaimed in a hushed voice.

Piccolo shifted his weight from her like he was going to face the men, but with a soft bite of his lower lip, Andréa gave him the negative notion. He then did the only thing that looked natural following his initial movement and picked her up by the back of her thighs so that her legs circled his hips and pressed her back firmly against the wall. Both playing her part and showing her approval, she gave a small giggle into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving her hands new territory to explore.

What does it look like she's doing, you idiot?" the man on the right countered smartly. The figure standing in the middle, obviously the leader of the group, remained silent. His harsh eyes never strayed from the two before him.

"You know what I mean," the first defended. "I only meant why is she with him when she and everyone else knows that she's supposed to be with Dar?"

"He will be addressed as Assistant Director Syres, understood?" the second ground out to his counterpart. "How about learning to show some respect to your leader? Besides... it doesn't matter what she does or with whom she does it. She'll pay the full consequences of her actions later. Isn't that right, Assistant Director?"

"She'll do as she pleases," Dar answered angrily, obviously unhappy the current situation. "She might as well while she still can," he finished and stalked off into the street. The remaining two gave confident looks towards the couple and followed Dar into the night.

Piccolo, at hearing their ill comments toward Andréa, nearly broke contact to go after them, but his advances were stopped by a gentle hand over his chest. "Don't... please," she pleaded. "Just don't."

He looked toward the alley entrance in contemplation of her request, and finally his muscles relaxed as he gave in to her. Almost at the same time, they both noticed what a intimate position they were still in and blushed in embarrassment, less so on his part. Avoiding eye contact, he lowered her back to the ground and steped away silently.

With her head hung in near shame, Andréa is the first to speak. "I'm... so sorry, Piccolo. I wouldn't have put you in such a position if I didn't think it was the only way. I thank you for attempting to stand up for me when you didn't have to." She shifted uncomfortably against the wall and looked at the littered ground around them. "I'll let you leave now... I'm sorry that..."

"You don't have to be sorry," he interrupted.

"What?" she questioned, surprised.

"You don't have to be sorry for what happened. I could understand why you would want to get away from those men. But I want to know who they are, and why they said you belonged with him," he stated, arms crossing back over his chest.

Her head was kept lowered, and her face was hidden by darkness and wavy hair. "It's... complicated. I don't think you would understand."

"Try me," he insisted.

Andréa looked across the alley at him long and hard with narrow eyes. With a sigh, her shoulders slumped and sadness crept back into her dark orbs. "They're my so-called 'coworkers'. Dar is our Assistant Director... mainly because he's the best at what he does," she told him slowly, as if trying to be careful about her words. "The witty one at his side is Karn, his right hand man next in line of power. And the not-so-smart counterpart is Yune. He's loyal, but forgetful of most things. To this day I have yet to figure why they continue to keep him around."

"Sometimes there can be safety in familiar company," Piccolo offered. "They know that he'll do what he's told... if he remembers to, and he won't betray them."

"That's true I suppose. But aside from that, he also makes the most mistakes in the most important of situations."

"What sort of situations are those? What work do you do?" he questioned carefully.

"I... work for Capsule Corporations, in Biogenetics. But I mostly deal with Treasury and Funds for our specific branch, which means that I have to travel often to assure that our foreign connections are following their contracts with us.

"And if they are not?"

She nearly smirked. "That's not my department."

"Alright, so now why did they say you belong with Dar?" he prodded.

There was a long silence that followed, and Andréa shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "That's because, in a way, I do. We're to be married next Spring."

"What?" he asked confused. "Then why..."

"I was given no choice in the matter. I don't love him. I can't even stand to be around him. But the director of our company has arranged it all, and I can't undo what's already been done," she explained.

"They can't make you bond with someone you do not love. They have no right," he countered.

"That's for damned sure. But they have anyways. You just don't understand how they work. Like I said, it's complicated."

"Why don't you simply quit your job? Why not move and begin work somewhere else?"

"I can't. Quitting the job that I have is impossible. No one quits my company," she replied.

"That's absurd! No organization within Capsule Corp. has such restrictions," he protested.

Her tone and eyes turned fierce. "I don't work directly for Capsule Corp. I only do all business through them. Don't you dare imply that you know more about this situation than I do! I've tried everything I can think of in attempts to rid myself of this mess. And nothing works! So don't even bother," she finished angrily and stormed out of the alley.

Piccolo gave a feral growl before following her across the street with all intentions of giving her a verbal berating. But as he caught up with her on the sidewalk, she turned to him with a frustrated sigh. "I'm sorry."

"Huh?" The surprise of her apology had shocked him enough that he forgot why he followed her across the street in the first place.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get angry with you. It's only that just thinking about having to spend the rest of my life associated with him makes my blood boil. I'm sure you can understand that. Everyone has someone that has that effect on them. Mine's Dar," she explained.

"Yes, I can understand. But what I cannot understand is how there can't be a way out of your predicament."

Again, before he could continue, she gave a frustrated sigh. "Listen, it's nice of you to try to help and all, but there's nothing you or anyone else can do. So can we please talk about something else?" she asked and began walking away.

Piccolo had then come to a crossroads of sorts. This was a perfect opportunity to allow them go their separate ways. He could forget about her and this night in all its entirety. Then, on the other hand, he could follow her. Andréa held something he couldn't explain that made her incredibly intriguing to him. And even with the open chance to depart, he couldn't find it in himself to turn her away. That in itself made him uneasy all over again.

Though, now that he had opted to follow her, he couldn't respond to her request. He wasn't the best at carrying on a conversation, that was for sure. But he did finally think of something off-subject to say. "Your leg looks to be healing nicely from the injury," he mentioned smoothly.

For the first time since they had left the club, she smiled. "It has been healing very well, and thank goodness too. I hate those awful crutches and leg braces. And casts are the worst part of it all. I just feel trapped with them on."

"How were you injured?" he questioned.

"I was shot," she answered simply.

"Hm?" He quirked an eye ridge both in surprise and interest.

"A month ago I went abroad for a business meeting. The meeting was being held in our customer's bank, and during the meeting, a robbery erupted. I was shot by a laser weapon directly in the left shin while in the process of stopping the robbers. It shattered the bone and tore most of the muscle tendons," she explained.

"You tried to stop them? Why would you risk your life over something the authorities could have handled?"

"I have my reasons. The field training I received when I first joined the company left me in no real danger in such a situation. They believe that business negotiators like myself should be prepared for anything. Besides that, the region in which I was traveling has different criminal policies than we do. If the robbers had escaped, the citizens would be left with no money. There isn't a plan to replace the money in case it is stolen or destroyed. So you see, it just wasn't in me to let them escape."

Piccolo had to admit that he was a bit impressed with her story. Here was with a very attractive woman who not only obviously knew how to keep her body in excellent shape, but also how to defend herself. And yet, aside from all of that, she held such compassion for people she did not even know. She was so different from the women he had come to know. Chi-Chi and Bulma were constantly whining and yelling, most of the time to the men around them. But Andréa seemed nothing like that. She was incredibly different. So mysterious and yet strange in a way. "That was a month ago?" he asked.

"A little more than a month, but close," she answered.

"And you're already walking on it again? I thought humans didn't regenerate that quickly."

"I've always been quick to heal. I suppose it's genetic."

"So your parents are the same way? They heal rapidly as well?"

"I... wouldn't know. I never knew my parents. They died soon after I was born," she replied sadly. "I've lived in foster homes and orphanages most of my life, and never been happy with any of the families that took me in. Yes, I was grateful, but I just never felt like I really fit in with them. I felt like I didn't belong. So I kept running away. Soon enough, I came to the age where families weren't interested in adopting me, and that suited me fine. The orphanage always felt like home to me anyways.

"They let me start working at fifteen, and not surprisingly, didn't have me check in with them as much as the others. The owners knew I wouldn't try to leave the orphanage, and they had known me long enough to trust me. Anyways, all the jobs were just odd to-dos here and there. But I'd do just about anything to get enough money to buy my own things. What I was really working up to was renting an apartment when I was old enough to leave the orphanage. I wanted that more than you could imagine. A place of my own where I could be my own person. A place where I could just be to myself and no one would ever bother me." She paused and nearly blushed as she looked to him. "I'm sorry... I'm boring you with my rambling"

"No, you're not. Go on," he replied.

"You're sure?" she asked, uncertain.

"Of course I am. Finish your story," he encouraged, almost sounding as if he was asking politely instead of commanding. Though, it was without question that he was being more tolerant with her than he would be with most anyone except Gohan.

"Okay... if you insist. After a while, I started applying for the office jobs that payed a lot more, but I was continuously refused a position from lack of experience. Through the owners of the orphanage, I heard that Capsule Corp was hiring. I applied right away knowing that there was a snowball's chance in hell that I'd get the job. Well, snowballs weren't as bad off in hell as I had thought because luckily, or unluckily depending on how you want to look at it, I was hired.

"When they saw how quick I learned and applied my computer skills, I was given a promotion. I don't think I had the same job for more than three months while at Capsule Corp. For about a year, I was high on just life itself. My salary was great, I loved my job, I was meeting new people and making new connection. Everything had taken a turn for the better, and it was more than I had ever imagined," she explained with a proud smile.

"Soon, they transferred me to the branch that I work for now; something I wish I had never agreed to. But I was young, barely 18, and didn't know what my priorities should have been. They offered me a great increase in pay and a better place to stay. Not the apartment I wanted, but a house of my own... a house. I couldn't refuse. And nothing has been the same since," she finished and pushed the crosswalk button, then waited for the signal to change.

They crossed the street to the more suburban part of town in silence. Piccolo had yet to respond to her story and he truly didn't know how. As he thought about all that she had told him, he studied his surroundings. Large two and three story houses were generously spaced out on either sides of the street. Many of the resident were watching their televisions, blue flashes of moving lights dancing on blinds and some through windows. Dogs were barking in the distance and high-pitched squeals of children playing in their rooms reached his sensitive ears. But one thing he noticed was that all the houses looked the same. Same brick exterior and Victorian designs. Same white door in front of every one. Each had a large backyard for a pool area and still room to play catch. Thinking it might help the pause in their conversation, Piccolo was about to ask why all this was so. But Andréa was the one to speak first.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" she asked as though she was afraid of what his reaction might be at such a request.

He only grunted. "I suppose so."

"Well... it doesn't really matter, and you don't have to answer..."

"Just ask," he bit out impatiently, not meaning to sound so harsh.

"What race are you?" she blurted. "I mean, you're obviously not human. I've never seen anyone that looks like you before."

"That's because my people aren't from this planet. We're from a planet called Namek."

"Namek..." she pondered. "It seems like I've heard that name before, but I'm not sure from where."

"You've heard of Namek?"

She paused in thought before answering, racking her brain for something that might give her a clue as to why that name sounded so familiar. "Perhaps. I'm not sure. Maybe it's something else. Anyways, continue, please. I'm sorry I interrupted."

"You weren't interrupting. That was all I had to say," he explained gruffly.

"But please continue. I would like to hear more about you. We're almost to my house. You could come in and tell me about yourself," she paused directly in his path and grinned up at him. "And... maybe we could finish what we started earlier... if you want."

"No."

"No?" she parroted in surprise.

"That's what I said," he replied, almost smartly. But his tone faded away into seriousness. "Why would you do such a thing, if I assumed right from your offer. Why would you lay with someone that you haven't known for more than a few hours? I wouldn't think you the kind of person who degrades themselves in that way."

Andréa flinched as if he had physically hit her, but in all truth, his words did sting. The sparkle in her eyes faded and was replaced by sadness once again. "I'm sorry Piccolo," she murmured and briskly kept walking, trying desperately to put space between the two of them.

"Andréa, wait. Where are you going?" he called after her, easily catching up.

She whirled toward him with a hurt look in her eyes. "I'm going home, Piccolo. Just leave it alone... leave me alone. I'm sorry to have wasted your time. But for what it's worth, you were a nice date," she added and softly muttered a farewell before continuing on her way.

Piccolo only stood in the middle of the sidewalk and watched her leave, dumbfounded that things between them had taken such an abrupt stop. But he dwelled on the situation no more than a second before brushing it off. 'It's better this way anyways...' he thought and slowly took to the air when she was out of sight and didn't care whether he was seen by other mortal eyes.

After she swiftly rounded the corner onto her street soon after leaving Piccolo, Andréa started to mope the rest of the way home. 'Another day, another date, another act of stupidity to blow it all away from you...' she contemplated. 'And this one was nice too. He actually wanted to talk more than he wanted touch, which is what turned everything around. Green or not, he's still a guy, and guys want sex. I thought I knew what he wanted. Oh well... no matter. It wouldn't have amounted to anything anyways. I'm betrothed to Dar...' she reminded herself and rolled her eyes in painful sarcasm as she removed her house key from the hidden panel in the door frame of her front door.

Her house was not much unlike the others. The three-story brick estate house stood higher than those that surrounded her no more than a few hundred feet away. All the windows facing the front of the house were large, shudder-less openings to the dark rooms inside. She stood at the door for a moment, taking only a few seconds to take in the scent of her recently-planted honeysuckle shrubs. It gave the area more of a homey feel, something she couldn't seem to accomplish in the large house.

She didn't have the estate house all to herself, however. Her company had insisted on hiring her a live-in maid after Andréa's complaints of a filthy house because of her "business trips". And now she was glad she had agreed. Victoria Sanchez, or Vicky as Andréa nicknamed her, had become close to her in the few months they had known each other. She was a modest, polite woman of 30 who was head-strong and practical. Her dark hair, eyes, and complection along with her slim, yet shapely form gave her a genuine beauty, one which Andréa often complimented her on. She stayed on the second floor, and had the entire space to herself. Andréa kept mostly downstairs, seeing no need for one person to use more space than necessary. The third floor was kept for storage of miscellaneous items, both her's and Vicky's.

After such a night as this, she was glad that she had convinced Vicky to take a small vacation for the week. Andréa was due to return home the previous weekend from another trip and she knew that her friend would have the house in near perfect shape for her arrival. So there was no real need for her to stay more than a day after Andréa had settled back into her home routine. Sighing, she turned the lock and slowly entered, tossing the key on the antique end table that stood near the door after flicking on a small lamp to add just enough light to see her path to the bedroom.

The stress and emotional ups and downs of the night finally started to show in her slightly droopy eyes as fatigue settled within her. All she could think of right now was how good it would feel to crawl into her soft feather-down bed and float into the nothingness that sleep would bring. She was halfway to her bedroom when she was nearly startled to death from a voice that erupted from the shadows.

"Have a nice fucking time on your date with Mr. Alien, 'Dréa?" the voice ground out malevolently.

She shrieked and spun around to face the voice that boomed out from her right, in the corner of the den. Her eyes were narrowed as a figure stepped into the dim lamplight. "What the hell are you doing here?" she bit out defensively before she could even see who it was. There was no question about who her intruder was.

"I've come to protect what is mine," Dar replied arrogantly.

Andréa nearly growled at him at such a overstatement. "I am no one's property, nor will I ever be! You don't own me, Dar. Just because their forcing you upon me doesn't mean that I am in any way yours."

"Of course it does, love," he replied smoothly and stepped forward until they were face to face, then tipped her chin up with an unusual sensitive motion. "You've always been mine. You belong to me."

She ripped his hand away with her own, a disgusted look twisting her face. "The hell I do," she seethed through clenched teeth. "You're not suitable to own anyone, much less me."

His eyes turned dark with anger. "Then perhaps I should teach you your place with me... darling," he emphasized as he pressed her harshly against the wall with his legs on either side of hers, trapping her. She smirked at his obvious mistake and smiled at him, her voice now dripping with false sweetness.

"Dar, honey, if you insist on doing this, I suggest you learn how to do it correctly. You're feet are supposed to be on the inside of mine," she pointed out as her smirk broke through her facade. His eyes shot downward at their legs just as her knee thrust upward into his crotch. Pain shot up his spine and back down to his groin, the air leaving his lungs, leaving him with no choice but to back away from her.

As soon as she had her chance, she bolted out of his reach, heading for the door to leave, to be anywhere but here. Unfortunately, Dar recovered faster than she had anticipated. From his kneeling position on the floor, he leapt after her, grabbed her ankle, and pulled her to the floor just as she reached the hall, only a few feet from the door. She screamed at him to release her and swung blindly at him to no avail as he drew her down under him. This time he made sure to settle his hips between hers so that her lower body was immobile. Her eyes pierced into his with fierce anger as he moved his face directly above hers in the process of pinning her hands above her head. "Now... let's see if I get it right this time..."

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Dun dun dun... What to do? What to do? How will Andréa get herself out of this one? Or does she have to endure whatever Dar is going to do to her? Alright, I know I've made it seem as if she's going to be raped, but that's not necessarily the case here. You'll have to wait and find out what I've got planned! Muhahahahahahaha! *ahem* Anyways, reviews are very helpful. Leave one and tell me if you like it, or don't, and why. I'm always looking for some good constructive criticism. Lata! ~ NaK