Dancing Until Dawn

0 - Insomnia and Darkness

Dancing Until Dawn, Insomnia and Darkness

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Insomnia. It was truly a bitch.

On nights like these when I can't sleep, Andrew and I would go out onto the patio, turn on some slow love songs, and dance. We would dance until I would fall asleep and Andrew would carry me up the stairs and place me into bed. I know this because sometimes I pretend I'm sleeping so that he can get sleep and he won't fall asleep at work or anything. He's a busy guy, being the Alpha and all.

I find that he doesn't mind when we do stay up all night dancing, he loves it, but I know when he's tired. Tonight he wasn't tired, he was alive. We slow danced as my head was buried in the crook of his neck and his hand was on the small of my back. The song was beautiful, one of my favorites.

I pulled back and looked into Andrew's eyes, his deep, blue eyes. I smiled a sleepy smile, and kissed him. His kisses were always warm and inviting.

"Andrew, I'm getting tired now, we should go to sleep..." I whispered.

He picked me up off of my feet, turned off the music, and carried me up to the bedroom. We climbed into bed and I smiled, looking up at the ceiling. Finding Andrew, marrying him, and loving him has truly been the best times of my life. I don't know what I would do without him. He's my mate and he knows exactly what to do, say, and be for me. I curled over into his chest and breathed in his scent.

"Andrew?" I called into the night.

"Hmm?" He groaned, drifting into sleep.

"I think I'm p- never mind..." I abandoned the topic entirely and hoped he wouldn't question it.

"Okay, babe."

I let out a sigh of relief and wrapped my arms around him. I didn't sleep that night. I never slept anymore. Andrew's alarm went off and I pretended to sleep as he scrambled out of bed and left for his office. His office was in the pack house and I rarely went there. Only for pack meetings, get togethers, and to visit friends if they didn't come here.

I sat up and felt something rising in my throat. I held my mouth and ran into the bathroom, bending over the toilet, revealing what was held in my stomach. I coughed, groaning. It was getting worse... I shook my head and got into the shower, going through my morning routine.

Walking downstairs, I heard a crash. My senses heightened and I carefully grabbed my phone out of my shorts pocket. I opened it up and put in 911 without pressing send. Shaking, I walked out to see a figure standing in the living room looking around.

"Hey!" I screamed, clamping my hand over my mouth. The figure turned around and smirked.

I pressed send before the figure jumped at me and pulled me over his shoulder. My phone dropped and crashed onto the ground, shattering into pieces. I screamed, kicking the guy. He acted as though my kicking and screaming didn't affect him as he ran out the door. I was thrown into a trunk and my hands were tied behind my back.

Andrew...

God, I wish I would have went to the pack house and this wouldn't have happened. Who is this guy, and what does he want?

I struggled against the rope laced around my hands without success. I just had to wait it out and see what he was going to do with me and where he was taking me. It seemed like forever when the car finally stopped and he opened the trunk.

I smelt werewolf on him, so he must know I am one too. He must be from a rival pack, but I can't seem to pinpoint anything, unless he was a rogue or hiding it well. Usually you're born with a certain scent that goes along with your pack, and if you get initiated into a different pack, it changes. This guy had no scent. He lifted back up and I started screaming again.

"Screaming and fighting me won't get you anywhere, bitch. Nobody can hear you, we're very far from any civilization." He growled.

I kicked him one last time and I swear I felt him smirk. He took me into a house and into the basement, it was dark and smelt moldy. I shuddered as he flung me onto a mattress. I pushed my arms in front of my stomach, protecting the life form growing inside of me.

He looked down and laughed. "He's going to be pleased."

"Who? Who's going to be pleased?" I shouted.

"You'll find out, now shut up." He went up the stairs and locked the door behind him.

At least I wasn't in a cell or anything. Those were the worst to be in, I hate tight spaces. To make matters worse, I won't be able to sleep. I can't sleep in a place like this, I have to find a way out, and protect my baby. I could feel the bags underneath my eyes and weight on my shoulders. I curled up into a ball as tears flew down my face and onto the mattress.

Hours later the man who kidnapped me came back and gave me oatmeal, water, and a banana. I gave him a look as he set it beside me.

"It's not poisoned if that's what you're wondering. I will untie your hands, but I will tie your feet to the wall over here," he explained, doing what he said he would.

Continuing to eyeball him, I slowly started eating the oatmeal. I had to be certain it wasn't poisoned, so I only ate the smallest amount as he went back up the stairs. If I start to feel any different, I'll know it's poisoned. The different feelings never came, so I continued eating. My burning throat was eased by the cold water. I was grateful that they considered even giving me fresh, cold water.

This isn't weakness, this is survival. Survival for me, and survival for my baby. I can't lose another... I can't handle that again. Andrew would be devastated. I laid onto the mattress and closed my eyes. I had to try to get some rest for the baby.

I woke up to keys being pushed into the door. My ears perked and I held my stomach. He wasn't going to touch my baby, whoever "he" is. Boots stomped along the creaky steps and a silhouette appeared in front of me.

"Hello, Rosalie."

"Timothy?"