I'll Fight for You

Ch 15

"So you plan to stay? What about your friend." After Gia had closed the door behind her the silver tongue reappeared behind Tabitha. She sat on the couch in front of the placed meal that was brought.

"I still plan to save him but I'll be doing it without letting him know. He tends to overreact and I don't need him blurting things out to the media or even worse twitter."

"Twitter?"

"It's a thing on earth for people with no lives." Loki plopped himself beside her as she cut a piece of meat. He sat like a king would in a thrown, leg spread arms on each rest and hunched into the corner of the chair. How highly this man thinks of himself. "You’re going to help me eat this right?"

"Only if you feed me again." he smirked with mischievous eyes.

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"Please. Don’t. Don’t stop." The flames licked the borders of its containment. It flourished with the intensity of the passion. "Loki" She was hot and glistened with sweat gripping the sheets below her. The nord kept a steady rhythm keeping the same pace that he had started with. He lent down meeting his lips to hers. He was hungry for her love, her compassion, he wanted everything. He wanted to kiss every inch of her and mark her as his. When they broke for air they stared into each other’s eyes panting and exhausted.

"I love you."

Her eyes sprung open to a half lit room. It was cold and the fire was slowly going out. Tabitha lay on her side as she brought a hand to her lips. If she didn't know better she would of thought it actually happened. Luckily she was still fully clothed and Loki was nestled on the longer couch. ‘It was only a dream, only a dream Tabi’. It wasn't a nightmare in her eyes but it still made her feel uncomfortable and bothered. Love, in that manner and with him seemed strange. Love only makes you weak.

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When the sun breached the room she was sitting upright looking out to the glass doors twirling a pencil in her hand. Loki still laid asleep with a light snore escaping his lips. She couldn't find the will to fall asleep again, not after the dream. It seemed way too vivid to be only a dream, every touch, every kiss, and every thrust. It was more than that.

"Good morning my dear." He purred. Tabitha responded by wavering a hand in the air acknowledging his presence. "what’s the matter?" Loki propped up to see her better in the light. "Didn’t sleep well?"

"Mhmm. I’ve been thinking of my next step." She looked dazed; her mind was off in her own little world. After an impressive spin over her thumb and over her palm she placed the utensil on the side table, then closing the sketch pad from his eyes. "I plan to go before Gia comes with breakfast so if you don't mind I'll be getting ready."

"Gia? That servant girl from last night?" he laid back again tossing his arms behind his head. "Something doesn't settle right with her. I'm not sure what it is quite yet but ill figure it out."

"She is very kind I find nothing wrong with her." Tabitha spoke with her back turned to him pulling her night top over her head, then replacing it with a cut tank top reviling her shoulders and waist. When she turned to meet his jade eyes again he found them looking over her pick of clothing. "What, I have nothing to hide now. Plus they won't suspect me in a get up like this." She accessorized with leather cuffs on both wrists that hid her ribbons nicely and a belt with a brass knuckle for the buckle. She looked like some female wanna-be thug. After a quick look in the mirror she tucked in her dagger into her jean leg. With it being as baggy as they where you wouldn’t notice the hilt sticking out. "I’ll be back soon. Don't get into anymore trouble." Tabitha swung the door open and pushing a bandanna in her rear pocket. This should be quick if it goes according to plan.

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Everything sparkled and twinkled around her. The snow has yet to recede despite summer closely approaching. Everything still smelled fresh and clean like linen after a wash. Tabitha had found a place up a tree a few feet back from where the gate keeper had said they hid. Preceding any closer could cause her to be caught. Traps and cameras where most likely posted near the perimeter if this was indeed the place. Foot prints where lined going to and from the entrance but nothing seemed to be on the move at the moment. She got comfortable on the branch watching the entrance, letting the wind blow her locks to the east. She was growing increasingly bored at this waiting game. Barging into shack would t be smart ether.

A dark green Honda rolled in front of the building, its driver; Iza, happily singing away to whatever tune was playing in the vehicle. When it came to a stop Iza stayed in the driver’s seat while Matt slipped out from the passenger side. He was dressed way different from what she remembered. Button up with rolled up sleeves, slacks, dress shoes, and a brown harness that formed an X on his back to wield two pistols. A black case was lifted from the foot of the passenger side and cradled in his arms as he walked in. ‘Traitor.’

Iza continued on in her little dance and song in the Honda. The engine was still running and she made no move to leave yet. ‘Must be waiting for something.’ Then he came out.... Tabitha watched as Dominic made his way to the car opening the rear and tossing bags in. That man was a monster and he certainty looked like one. Tabitha just wanted to vomit at the sight of him. He disgusted her and his sick ways of 'training'. Matt entered after and they drove off onto a dirt path that probably led to a road for them to drive on. Good, a quick in and out that's it.

Old, dusty, and just filthy. Did nobody bother to clean up a bit while they are accommodating it? Wrappers of food laid scattered along with various articles and papers. Vanilla folders were placed in a corner nice and neatly. ‘They must be of importance if they are kept so well,’ She thought.

The stack was just hotel and credit card records, proves that they are still trying to find her any way possible. After tossing a folder aside she sat down letting a puff of dust swirl up. She could see the particles dance in what little rays shown through. Tabitha got up scouting every corner, examining the floor boards, feeling for hidden switches and hidden items. Only thing that was evident was there weapons and mass amounts of empty take out boxes.

In the corner of her vision she noticed a twinkling. She followed it to a small metal black box hurried under wrappers and random papers. It had a master lock on it, could this get any easier? A turn to the right, to the left, and back to right.

Pop!

‘Got it’. Tabitha flipped the lid open only to find more papers and receipts. She continued to dig till her fingers brushed up against something soft and velvet like. With a slight tug the bottom lifted up dropping the receipts to the floor. A woman smiled up at her, she was thin and pale. She posed with her arms behind her back her hair light brown hair blowing to the left. The woman was absolutely beautiful. Her smile was so bright and so joyful. She flipped to find another photo of a young girl maybe about a year. Under that one was him, holding a new born infant in his arms. He didn't have the scars that he had now. He looked young and he looked happy, his eyes said it all in the camera. She was disgusted by these images. She flipped the last one over to see its back 'Tabitha and Daddy, 2 months old." was written in cursive on the back. ‘That's it..... How..... how is that possible?’ She thought. The fighter fell to her knees in disbelief. How?

A loud slam snapped Tabitha from her thoughts and the voices where in fact those of her tormentors. Time to go.

The trio entered with Iza and Matt chatting happily. Dominic walked behind with little to none expression. He walked back to his corner with his weapons and papers. The bald man looked down to his little black box with the lock twisted. He smirked and shushed the two young adults before him. Pointing to the box he spoke "Looks like we had a visitor."