My hero, my lover.

Chapter 18.

Chapter 18- A wondrously dark evening.

After mine and Alan's little romantic escapade, we decided to head out for dinner. He got one of his little body guards to drive the car to where he was taking us. He picked out a wondrous dress for me to wear and he looking handsome as well. This must be a high class restaurant we were going to. We sat in the back seat of the smart black Jaguar, holding hands, which he made me climb into. I tried to refuse as it would only stir things in the public seeing such a fancy car pull up outside of a lovely restaurant. I didn't fancy all the paparazzi of being Alan Rickman's new lover. But with the way he is he still managed to persuade me to get in the car and go with him.

I looked at him and found that he was already watching me intently. I smiled at him and he planted a kiss on my forehead which I leaned into. About half way through what I thought was the long travel to where we were going we came to a stop at a restaurant with a red carpet on the outside leading to two glass doors with two petit men standing at the doors ready to open them for those who are going inside.

Alan stepped out the car and told me to wait, which I did. Then he walked to the other side and held open my door for me like a proper gentleman would do. I smiled as he held out his hand for me to take so that it was easier for me to get out the car without looking un-lady like. He closed the door after me and we linked arms walking towards the double doors and the two men opened them and bid us a warm welcome without even realising it was bloody Alan Rickman walking through the door though they are probably used to seeing celebrities walking through their doors every now and then.

We walked up to a lady dressed in black standing at the booking in table and we waited in the line so that we may be seated. I was nervous as I am sure some people would recognise him and then see me and then think what I am to him. I don't like attention at all. Especially with the amount I have been getting from those people who want to hunt me down and kill me. The line decreased and we were now at the front. The woman looked down at her book and crossed something off before looking at us. She didn't look like the usual check in ladies you see at restaurants. You expect them to look clean and smiley with the perfect looking domenor but this one was different; A lot different. She seemed to have a scar running over her left eye and what seemed to be like wounds on her neck. She creped me out and sent chills down my spine before she even muttered a word to us. Alan seemed to notice my distress and took hold of my hand to calm me which it did, a little.

"Name and how many seats?" She said in a horrible accent. Her eyes seem to gleam with something that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"Alan Rickman and two please." He said in his usual happy tone though I could tell that he was trying to find out about this woman too. It is a s if there was something going on that we knew nothing about. She looked through the book and placed a strip of chewing gum into her mouth and began to chew with her mouth open leaving the disgusting salivary sloshing sound echo throughout the quiet entrance hall. It made me feel sick slightly; even I have the manners to close my mouth when chewing. She nodded and told us to follow her to our seats.

She lead us up stairs and into a VIP lounge area were those with a lot of money or as it is said VIP's come to eat and rest. There was red carpet and golden walls with dark oak furniture and red love seats and sofa's placed spaciously throughout the entire room. On the right there was a buffet table which had a pristine looking white cloth lying across the table with expensive looking foods. It was just us two which felt quite eerie but it's nice as we got to enjoy our privacy for some time. She left us to ourselves and we sat on the sofas waiting for a waiter or waitress to come take our order.

As the woman headed down the stairs I watched her press something little in her blazer and she began to talk to something. I she using a radio? I shook it off and was going to ask Alan. I leaned on Alan's right side and he wrapped his arm around me protectively.

"Alan, do people in restaurants use radios?"

"Some might do, but they don't here. Why?" Oh god, this unsettled me.

"Oh I just saw that lady press something in her blazer and talk to something like it was a radio. But I am sure it's nothing. I need the bathroom I will be back shortly." I said and he nodded kissing me on the lips before I got up. I smiled and stood up and swayed my hips at him still watching him. He gleamed at me and laughed loudly and I did too.

Pushing the door open I saw that the room was black and white with normal cubicles lining a wall and the sinks and mirrors lining the opposite. The mirrors in here seemed to never end. I leant my purse up against the mirror and leaned in the sink with my arms. I exhaled and hung my head down. This is definitely out of the ordinary for me. I have never dined in an expensive restaurant before and definitely not with a lover before. I looked up and almost screamed. There was writing in lipstick on one of the cubicles. Why did I not notice that before? Was that there when I walked in?

'We see you Rebecca. We are coming.' I shook with fear. Who is 'we'? Ronald's little pawns? I was scared to walk out the door and find Alan half battered to death, lying unconscious on the sofa. I stumbled back and kept squeaking and whimpering. I ran to the corner of the bathroom and slid down the wall. I rested my head in my arms and cried loudly, I was so scared. I heard a noise what seemed like a sliding of a panel.

I looked up and saw nothing. I sighed and stood up and adjusted my dress and looked up in the mirror across from me and went to scream but a hand was tightly slapped across my lips and held there to muffle the scream.

"You're coming with me, Becca." A woman said then I was pulled backwards and my back hit the wall and was pulled backwards through a little gap in the wall. My back scrapped against the tiles shredding my back making me yelp out in pain as blood flowed heavily down my back. All I can remember after that was being dragged by my hair in the cold rain in a dark black alleyway then being thrown in the back of a car feet first and the door slamming my head causing me to see nothing but black.