Prometheus

Bond

Annabelle laughed loudly, cigarette between two fingers and a glass of something alcoholic in her other hand, she took a drag, the music was loud and the club was dark save for the pulsating lights,

She laughed and leaned towards a beautiful stranger, she was free,

Annabelle smiled a perfectly wicked smile and started towards the dance floor.

She felt a hand on her wrist,

She was delusional,

"What do you think you're doing?"

"You wanna dance with me, Moody?" Asked Annabelle, the look of shock turning wicked as a cigarette rested between her lips, he pulled her through the crowd and out of the dingy muggle club, from the flashing lights and Annabelle's drunken peers,

Moody pulled her up the steps of the club and into the street, Annabelle had lost her shoes sometime between her first drink and her third, she walked on the cobblestone next to him barefoot - she could not tell. She could not feel it,

He shoved her up against a stone wall, his forearm across her shoulders as he fished for something in his pockets, he pulled out a sobering potion, Annabelle shook her head,

"Nae, I'm grand, Moody," She said, he undid the top with his teeth before forcing it to her lips, she resisted, "Stop- stop-"

"Aelin. You are a liability." He grunted, forcing her jaw open and pouring the drink down her throat, she coughed and gagged as it burned and brought her senses back to her- she had cut her foot, she looked down to see a small flow of blood leaving her, "Do you know how many people are looking for you? Hmm? How many death eaters want you dead?"

"At least three."

Moody looked at the potion bottle as though checking if he had missed a drop as he forced it into her,

A scar rested around her neck where the collar had been. She made no attempt to cover it. It made her horribly recognizable. She wasn't wearing much at all, her top was a fitted halter vest with nothing underneeth, she was wearing torn tights and tiny shorts, she hadn't been able to feel the cold until just now. She was shaking.

"Come on," Said Moody, pulling her harshly to an apparition point,

"You can't tell me what to do,"

"Yes. I can-"

"I was imprisoned for months- I'm not- I won't- you can't tell me what to do-"

Moody said nothing, covering her in his jacket and apparating her back to headquarters and picking her up, slinging her over his shoulder to carry her into the house.

"Put me down!"

Moody said nothing as she struggled in his grasp, placing a silencing charm over her.

It was three forty-eight in the morning. Moody was tired of having to wrangle her back into the house. It was not her fault she could not sleep.

It was not her fault she woke up gasping for air, hand on her neck, reaching for someone she never wanted to lay eyes on ever again. It was not her fault she wanted to go out, have his touches replaced with someone else's and sing and dance and forget.

Three weeks ago she had arrived bloody with that damned scar around her neck, muttering something about Sirius Black's brother, a notebook from a death eater, and a heinously expensive candlestick holder she refused to allow anyone to touch that she had nicked on her way out.

"Go to sleep Aelin." Said Moody, "You've got a big day tomorrow,"

He threw her into the room, and she fell back onto her bed. Glaring at him she flipped him off.