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I walk up to the stairs of my apartment slowly. I'm so tired. All I want to do is just take a hot shower and get into bed. I unlock my door and step inside the dark, quiet apartment. Something's wrong. I'm not alone. I can feel it. I reach for my gun, but a voice somewhere in the darkness stops me.
"Hello, Bobby," my partner says softly.
"Fawkes?" I say into the darkness. "You okay?"
"I'm fine. Just thought I'd stop by. Is it a bad time?"
I'm suspicious. Fawkes sounds way to relaxed. I remove my gun from its holster and switch on the lights.
"Fawkes, where are you?"
"Come find me, Robert."
I make my way towards the voice. He's in the kitchen. I move slowly forward until he's in my view. He fakes surprise, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "You found me! First prize goes to Bobby Hobbes." He's leaning against the edge of the counter holding a really big kitchen knife. He's smiling evilly, his red eyes brimming with mischief. I aim my gun at his chest.
"Just put down the knife, buddy."
He frowns. "Don't you want to know what your prize is?"
"What I want is for you to put down the knife and let me take you to the Keep, all right?"
He takes two steps towards me. I cock the hammer on my gun. "Just stay right there. I don't want to have to hurt you, Fawkes."
He cocks his head to one side, still holding the knife in his right hand. "Hurt me? Don't you want to have some fun, Robert?"
With a malicious smile, he does exactly what I was hoping he wouldn't. He quicksilvers, disappearing from sight. He scares the crap out of me when he's like this. I can't show it, though. Darien's dark side feeds off of fear. I listen for his footsteps. Suddenly, I feel a cool breeze as he drifts past me.
"Fawkes, show yourself! Come on, buddy. You have to fight it." I try to sound encouraging, but I know that most likely the Darien I know can't hear me.
"There's nothing left to fight, Robert. You're never going to see your friend again. He's mine." The voice is coming from the hallway. I think he's in the bathroom.
"Screw you, pal." I try my best to sound as if I'm confident I can take him, but I'm not so sure. I pull out my cell phone and call Claire. Thank God she hasn't left the lab yet. I tell her that I don't have time to explain, just to bring the counteragent to my place.
"Be careful, Bobby," she says. I can hear the concern clearly in her voice. I put the phone back in my pocket.
I walk slowly towards where I heard the voice, gun out in front of me. The only sound I can hear is my breathing. I switch on the light and peer into the room, but there's nothing there. At least that's how it appears.
"Fawkes, your little game of hide and seek is over." Suddenly I feel an icy hand on my shoulder.
"The game has only begun, Robert." I feel his warm breath on my neck as he speaks. I try to turn, but he grabs the gun and pushes me forward into the wall. I look over my shoulder and see that he has dequicksilvered. I see the knife as it gleams in the light. I pray that Claire will get here before he has the chance to use it.
I try to free myself from his grip, but he's two times stronger when he's like this. I'm trapped.
I feel the tip of the knife against the side of my face right beside my eye. He drags it down to my chin, but it doesn't pierce my flesh. Yet.
"Why Robert, you're trembling." I expect a cold-hearted laugh to follow his comment, but it doesn't. It doesn't come. In place of the laughter, I hear the sound of the knife hitting the floor. What the hell...
"Relax, Robert. I just wanted to talk. I'd never hurt you, Bobby," he says softly. I should know that he's just screwing with my mind. When he's like this, he isn't supposed to care about anyone, but there's just something about the way he said that last thing. I'm almost convinced that he wouldn't hurt me. Almost. "I was just thinking the other day, and I felt like I needed to tell you something that's been on my mind for a while."
He's not fooling Bobby Hobbes. I don't know what he's trying to do, but whatever it is, I don't like it. I've had enough experience with Darien's evil side to know that talking is never what's on his mind.
"Robert, I've been pondering the direction that our relationship is heading in for some time now." I feel it as he leans in, pressing himself against me. "I'm just not satisfied with the conclusion that I came to. See, I realized that our relationship is not evolving into what I want. I just want us to get...closer."
Shit.
"You let me violate you," he whispers into my ear. "You let me penetrate you." The soft tone of his voice is now completely gone. It's replaced by that familiar tone that he gets when he's like this. It sounds like Darien, yet there's no compassion, no humanity in it. He bites my ear playfully. This can't be happening. I desperately try to move underneath him, but he's got me pinned against the wall with his weight.
"I wanna fuck you like an animal. I wanna feel you from the inside," he growls. He licks the side of my face.
"Fawkes, for God's sake don't do this!" I beg. My pleas are in vain. I know.
"You know you want it, Robert. I've seen the way you've been looking at me lately. You look at me the way you used to look at Claire." He licks the side of my face again. "You taste so good, Robert."
I close my eyes tight. A tear makes its way down my cheek. He wants to rape me. He wants to rape me and then kill me. His hand slides down to my waist. He roughly begins unbuckling my belt. "It's your sex I can smell." He slides my belt through the loops of my pants and throws it on the floor. "My whole existence is flawed." He puts one of his hands underneath my shirt and runs it up my back. His touch, cold and uncaring, gives me goosebumps. "You get me closer to God."
Jesus, don't let this happen.
Suddenly I hear a soft bang from behind me and Darien hisses in pain. His hand slides out from underneath my shirt. I sigh shakily as he takes a step backwards, releasing me from his trap. I turn around and see Claire in the doorway. I catch Darien just as he passes out and we both fall to the ground. Claire is staring at me, a look of horror on her face.
She rushes over. "My God. Bobby, are you okay?"
I can't seem to find my voice so I nod my head. I'm shaking.
"How did this happen?" she asks, gesturing to my unconscious partner.
I shake my head. "I don't know. He didn't say anything earlier about needing a shot." My voice is barely above a whisper. I don't know if she knows what was just about to happen. I hope she doesn't, or if she does, I hope she won't bring it up. I think it'll just be better for all three of us that way.
She pulls a syringe and a vile of the counteragent from her purse. She fills the syringe and then injects it into Darien's arm. He'll wake up wondering where he is and what he's done. I hate it when this happens. I know Fawkes hates not being in control of what he does. Who wouldn't?
I just pray that he never goes too far. I hope that we can watch out for him like we're supposed to. It's times like these that I wish Claire could just find a way to get that damn gland out so we wouldn't have to deal with this. I've dealt with Darien when he's wacko plenty of times and I've been lucky so far, but everyone's luck has to run out sometime.
I look at Darien. His lips are moving. "It looks like he's trying to say something." I tell Claire quietly. She leans down and puts her ear right above Darien's mouth. A strange look crosses her face.
"What's he saying?" I ask, slightly worried of what the answer may be.
"He said 'I drink the honey from you hive. You are the reason I stay alive,'" she tells me with a confused expression. "I wonder what that means."
I shake my head. "I don't know." Although I am pretty damn sure I know what it means.
I start thinking about what Darien said. About the way I look at him. Was it just the gland talking, or is there some possible truth to that? No. No, that's ridiculous. I glance at Claire, just so I can prove him wrong. I wait for the feeling that always floods my body when I look at her. Her lovely eyes, her enticing lips...but it doesn't come. I glance at Fawkes. I don't know exactly what I feel. Attraction? Love? Christ, was he right?
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