LoveBite [2]

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He never thought he'd be here. Again, in this abandoned hell hole. But here he is, running like his was the life that depended on it, when in reality, the threat of death was nowhere near him. That is, until it comes stumbling around the corner, hand covering her sobbing mouth.

"Satine!" Peter begins to pump his feet faster, slamming his shoes into the tile.

A troubled breath escapes her throat as her eyes land on his, stealing the air from her lungs. She pushes off of the stone wall to pull herself towards him as he comes to a quick stutter of a stop in front of her. His arms thrust her against his front into a tight embrace.

"God, Baby." He sighs shakily. "I finally found --"

She starts to panickingly pat his back as she grabs his shoulder and he pushes her back. Her eyes are widened as she grabs at the tank-top on her chest and gasps for all the air she can get, but none leaks through.

"Sati -- Satine?" He grabs her arms. "Satine, what's wrong? Baby, what's wrong?! What's going on?!"

Her legs give out beneath her and he follows her down to her knees to lay her gently on her back. Her eyes stay glued to the ceiling above as he grabs her shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey." He whispers quickly. "Satine. Satine, Baby, pleas --"

Cuffs latch onto his wrists and he freezes moments before he looks down at his palms that are instantly yanked back, locking him to the floor. He tugs as hard as he can, doing everything in his power to try to break free from these restraints, but in the end, he's powerless here.

"Sat --"

Laid down beside him rests a motionless girl, no longer breathing her aimless air into the oxygen mask strapped to the lifeless and beautiful face.

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Peter jolts in his wake and sits up in his chair as her head whips around.

"Are you okay?" Satine quickly asks and he looks up at her. "What happened?"

"Nothing." He takes a deep breath while rubbing his eyes.

"He had a nightmare." Anya corrects, speaking near a soft whisper, and Satine turns to her, who sits on the bed in front of her with her homework.

"Can you read minds?" He pushes his fingers through his hair.

"No." She chuckles and Satine grins a bit as he nods.

"Good."

"But I don't need to to know." She shrugs quietly and he sighs.

"Yeah, she's smart." Satine shrugs, trying to bring back the good feelings from before. "She knows shit."

"I know shit." She grins brightly, making her smile as he shakes his head.

"She knows shit." She nods surely and Anya giggles while he chuckles.

"Bad influence."

"Who else is going to teach her the American ways of speaking?" She shrugs as he stands. "A born American? Please." She scoffs.

"The Russians would know the bad words, I guess." He agrees as he jumps to latch his fingertips to the ceiling. "I just would not teach them to a ten year-old." He drops himself onto the bed behind her.