𝑊𝐴𝑁𝑇 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 (locke and key gabe)

19 rewritten

"Gabe!"

Shes hitting the door. Again.

"Gabe!"

His eyes flicked upwards towards the source of the banging. Gabe ran a hand through his hair, half-slumped against the kitchen island. The keys were spread out in front of him as he mulled over what to do.

"Gabe!"

He decided his plans could wait. With a sigh, he made his way back up the stairs. "What's up, Ave?" He shouted back. Her bedroom was the nicest in the house. It was also the furthest away. The one key Gabe still held was the one to her room, a key that was now somehow more important to him than the ones oozing magic. He couldn't lose her.

"Can you let me out?"

He approached the door and sighed.

"Please, I really need a piss." She offered, earning a grunt from him in return.

The key clicked in the lock.

"Finally," She exclaimed with a roll of her eyes. He noticed her red cheeks and knotted hair.

It was verging on 8am, and Gabe was surprised to see her even awake. Her morning was usually his afternoon. He knew from the look on her face that she was searching for a way to escape. He watched as her eyes scanned the empty hallway. There was nothing, no lamp or plant pot she could hit him with. Just empty windowsills.

"Bathrooms the first door to your left." Gabe told her. His eyes landed on the stairs beside it. A test of sorts.

He leant against the wall, watching to see what she would do.

He grinned when she bolted for the stairs.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he told her, amusement lacing his tone. "There's no way out."

She ran anyway.

Gabe trailed behind her lazily, yet anticipation glinted in his eyes as she ran for the door.

Avery did not see the anywhere key turned in the lock, she didn't realise he had her trapped until she ended up in her bedroom, right where she had started.

"Every time to run, you put your family's lives in danger," he told her. He would have been disappointed if she didn't try it. He loved Avery for her stubbornness, even when it was towards him. He enjoyed the thrill of the chase and she made it all the more exiting. He slipped the anywhere key into the pocket of his joggers. She watched him, and he could see in her eyes that she was plotting something.

"Is it going to hurt?" She asked him, her hatred changing to something like fear. "I'm scared, Gabe."

He knew she was stalling, but he played along. Gabe sat beside her on the bed. They were much closer than they had been last night. "It will if you fight it." He said honestly. "But you feel unstoppable after, as well as hungry, but we can deal with that."

She let out a small laugh, smoothing down her hair with her fingers. "I don't want to be like Javi, I don't want to smack my head into walls just because you tell me too. I want to be in control still."

"You'll still be yourself," his knee bumped hers. She didn't recoil from the touch. "As long as you're on my side, you won't give me a reason to control you." His dark brows creased as he ran a hand though his hair, "if you betray me, then I'll have to, you understand?" His tone was steelier now, a glimpse of who he was to everyone else.

Her throat bobbed nervously as she watched him. "I won't, I'm sorry, I'll never try to run again. Just... don't hurt them." He saw right through her, but he smiled as though he didn't. Her eyes were on his pocket where the anywhere key sat. "I'm on your side, Gabe."

They both knew it was a lie, but for a moment they pretended it wasn't. She moved impossibly closer to him, their eyes interlocked, "I'm not going to run anymore." Gabe knew she was trying to convince him, he knew Avery better than he knew himself, he saw through all her lies. So when she kissed him, he began to doubt if he knew her at all. The idea that she was being honest, that she might finally choose him after everything- was so infatuating that he allowed himself to be wrapped up in the fantasy, even if it was only that.

She slid into his lap, straddling his waist as her hand roamed beneath his shirt, the other wrapped around the back of his neck, pushing them impossibly closer. They had kissed before, but never quite like this. Not when she knew everything, she hadn't wanted him like that since she found out what he was, and yet the motions of her hands said otherwise. As they trailed lower and lower over his joggers, Gabe planted kisses down her collarbone, the kind where she felt fresh bruises already beginning to blossom at his touch.

She could feel the outline of the key against her hand. So close but so far. "Gabe," she whispered, but with the way he moved along her neck it sounded much more like a moan, "Gabe please," she whimpered, pushing against him.
"Are you sure?" He murmured against her collarbone. Avery nodded as he slid off his shirt, leaving it discarded beside them. She pushed him back so that he was laid down, and Gabe grinned at her in a way that made her stomach do flips. She began to kiss down his chest, her hand inching towards his pocket. With each kiss her fingers moved further and further until they latched around what was unmistakably the anywhere key. He noticed her grab the key, but kissed her like he hadn't seen a thing. Gabe flipped their bodies so that she was beneath him. He saw the panic in her eyes as she glanced towards the door.
"Give me the key," he whispered, his kisses moving lower than her shoulders.
Avery laughed beneath him, "You can't take it from me, remember?"
He slid off her shirt, grinning like a predator as he pinned her wrists beneath him, "Can't I?"

She kissed him back harder, still clutching the key with all her might. Her hands were sweating, she knew she needed to get out. If she saw this though, he would turn her before the sun was set. She needed to run, but his touch blurred the line between right and wrong.

Her grip on the key tightened as his hands slipped beneath her shorts, making her feel things no ordinary human could. She tipped her head back, whimpering his name and begging for more. She needed him desperately. She needed him more than she needed that key. In the moment his touch felt like the most rational answer. If she ran he would hurt her family, there was no point in leaving, not when he was touching her like this.

Her grip on the key was loosening, her free hand clutching him with all her might. If she didn't run now she'd be turned. She didn't want to be turned. She had to keep reminding herself of what he would do to her if she stayed. But what he was doing to her now... Avery battled down her desire and stabbed the key into his bare chest with as much force as she could muster. She was surprised at the wound it made and the sickening sound of flesh tearing to accommodate metal. The wound was great enough to knock him back and allow herself to run.

Gabe laughed dryly, the wound already beginning to stitch itself back together. "Bad move, Ave,"

She turned the bloodied Anywhere Key once in the lock, picturing her brother. She wasn't sure if the Anywhere key could take you to people, but she knew that anywhere was better than what would happen if she stayed here. "See you, Gabe." The grin that spread across her face was indisputable, and as she disappeared in her bra and shorts, covered in his blood, Gabe realised that he would have killed her if she were anyone else.

Instead he found himself grinning.

The chase was back on.