One Nights Peace ( Jack )

[Ceraphine Davis]

Continued from...

As they pulled into the parking garage of his apartment high rise Kevala would feel her muscles tense, this place was too similar to the place that she had faced that......that thing......

Yet she kept herself under control, her small hands gripping her thigh tightly to the point that she would be lucky not to have bruises there. As soon as he put the car in park she would jump out, shutting the door and then pressing her back to it as she drew in a deep breath to try and calm herself down.

With eyes closed she felt her hands starting to shake once more, her tears building in her eyes. Lightly she growled, her body slinking against the car as she struggled to stop what she knew was coming.

Searching for something, anything to grab hold of, she found the door handle and wrapped her small fingers about it, her breathing tight in her chest and only making this all the more worse.

How could this happen from something as simple as a parking area? She did not understand it, only that it triggered emotions inside of her that were more than she could actually bare....

"J....Jack..."

She spoke his name in a desperate manner, hoping he would be there, because honestly she did not know what else to do other than to shrink to the ground and ride out yet another panic attack.

[Jack]

As soon as the car came to a stop Kevala, jumped out, while if it were any other situation Jack would make a joke saying she was just a little too eager. But he could tell something was wrong, with her, keeping his normal calm manner he turned the car off, opening the door he got out. Slowly and carefully he moved around the back of the car until he stood in front of Kevala. She had her back pressed against the black sleek paint of the car, the backdrop just made her pale skin stand out all the more. She was breathing hard as if she were having a panic attack, she began to fall toward the ground, Jack’s quick hands launched out grabbing her by the waist holding her there. As he stared into her eyes he reassured her of her safety, his apartment complex was possibly one of the safest places in this city, at any moment he could put the building on lock down, the stairs the elevator everything. It may be slightly illegal but hey, Jack valued his protection and if that meant that Phoenix had to do a bit of tampering here or there, fine by him.

"J....Jack..."

“I’m here”

Jack would as he gave her a squeeze, holding her in place against the car. She was going through a hard time and he couldn’t’ guarantee that her that it would all be alright but he could guarantee her that they could get through this. Whatever it was nothing would prevent the Dragon from reaching the top, and a part of that was Kevala. Anything and anyone who stood in his path of glory would be removed, anything and anyone who threatened this dream of his would not be tolerated. Kevala was a part of that dream, he could not stand her in pain nor would he. As soon as he figured out who was responsible for this he would tear them apart.

“Kevala, I’m here kitten. Let’s go, let’s go home.”

Jack would grab her hand as he turned around to walk off, with her toward the elevator. He would only move if she was comfortable, if she was still panicking he would wait there as long as it took. Once in the elevator he would give her a long, strong firm hug. Reassuring her that it was still the same Jack that he was still here. Once they got to his floor he would walk hand in hand with her toward his luxury apartment. Standing in front of his closed door he pulled his key out pressing it into the key hole and opened the door to his little sanctuary.

“after you”

He would say as he ushered her into his apartment, closing the door behind them he would pause as he leaned against it, i][what to do?[/i]

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala felt that firm hand pressing her against the car, keeping her steady, and then he spoke and instantly she felt a little bit better, her hand reaching out and brushing over his chest making sure once more that he was there....

As he spoke, calling her that pet name she loved so much she would whimper softly, feeling his hand fall about hers as he tugged her along with him toward the elevator.

Once inside, with the doors closed and his arms now wrapped around her she would bury her face against his chest, inhaling his scent and letting it try to calm her down some....

Though soon enough the doors opened he again tugged her along, getting her inside the apartment and then leaned against the door......Before she could even think on what she was doing she was crawling up his body and burying her face into his neck.

Her petite body trembling as she bit her lip and whimpered softly. She was so tired, from not sleeping for so long, but at the same time she was terrified......Her small hands gripping his shirt tightly.

"They hurt me so bad......."

Soft, whispered words broken free against his neck as she felt the tears burning down her face. They were going to get her again. She knew it, and she did not know how to stop them. They had walked into the hospital and done to her all over what they had done in that place....at least mentally.

What was to stop them now?

Refusing to let him go, she would remain there, sure he was able to move about if he really wanted to, and push her off if he wanted. All the while, she would try to continue on....

"Those agents.....the ones that lurk around the school........They...they have this ...this thing...this girl with a mask....and ...and she...."

She whimpered out once more, only trying to further hide against him as she continued to tremble heavily and breath in a rapid and stressed manner. Just too much time stressing on it and not enough sleep was slowly breaking her down into nothing more than what he now had before him.

[Jack]

As he leaned against the door contemplating what the best course of action was, get her a drink, maybe some food, or put her to sleep and what if she was having trouble sleeping? Pain killers or sleeping pills? Did he even have any of them laying around but before he knew it she was clinging onto him, his hands wrapping around her body supporting her. She crawled up his body and wrapper her legs around him, his hands cupped underneath her, supporting her while getting in a nice feel, although that was so not his intention. She whimpered and Jack just let out a sigh as he rested his chin on her head. Her small hands gripped his white shirt it was at risk of tearing, not that he cared it was an excuse to take his top off and any excuse was valid.

"They hurt me so bad......."

“I know baby, but they can’t hurt you here kitten. No one can.. you’re safe now.. no one knows we’re here.”

Truth be told, they were never safe, at any moment Jack’s crimes could catch up with him, a whole gang of people who through Jack’s actions lost everything. Family members, jobs, cars, houses, fiends or lovers. The list of people Jack hurt was endless, but who ever had hurt Kevala, whatever could do so much to her had no hope in hell breaching this place. Such a wealthy neighbourhood prided itself in its security, the only way up or down was through the two elevators, the staff and the main residence elevator. There was a strict and strenuous process to get any access to the staff areas, not to mention in the main foyer were two security guards. His ears twitched as he was trying to listen for Phoenix, from what he could hear the younger male wasn’t home yet. Smirking not only did he have the whole apartment to himself but he was free to do whatever he wanted in whatever room he wanted. Deciding against dirtying Phoenix’s room Jack would shift his hold on Kevala so he was now holding her. Her grip on his shirt could still stay but her legs would have to move. He would cradle her in his arms as he began to move through the apartment toward the kitchen area and consequently his room.

"Those agents.....the ones that lurk around the school........They...they have this ...this thing...this girl with a mask....and ...and she...."

Jack would nudge open his door, with his foot as he walked into his room, laying her down onto his bed he would let go of her only briefly. Sitting down next to her his eyes would adjust to the lack until he could see her clearly, the little light that was let in by his open door helped. “You look tired kitten, get some sleep. Want me to get you a glass of water? Tea, some pain killers if you have a headache or maybe some sleeping pills?” Jack would ask, trying to anything he could to help her, his hand resting on her shoes, as he slowly unlaced her sneakers. Tossing them aside so she could get more comfortable within his large bed.

[Ceraphine Davis]

As she continued to explain in her best manner what had happened to her, she felt him shift her body and carry her throughout the apartment. Naturally she just curled against him, letting him carry her about as he wished, more content with the fact that he was there than anything else.

Slowly he nudged the door open to his room, a place she knew all too well, moving to lay her down upon the bed. When he pulled away, she bit her lower lip, trying not to have some form of panic attack at the idea of him leaving. Those icy hues cast upward towad him as he spoke.

"I..."

She watched, letting him untie her shoes to toss them to the side. Sleep? It was something she longed for but was so afraid to try and do. So many nightmares, so many dark and scary places her mind liked to visit when allowed to wander freely through the world of her dreams. Every night she tried, at some point to lay down, close her eyes and rest......and every night she was woken by the sounds of her own screams, the breaking of her own stability and the memories of all that had come to pass.

"Just.....don't leave me....."

She knew that perhaps taking sleeping pills or pain pills or hell even a few strong drinks could help her sleep, could possibly give her everything that she was lacking as of late......but she knew it would impair her, make her sluggish and less likely to wake up, and in all honesty she was so scared that they would find her while she slept again, that she refused to do anything that could prevent her from knowing.

Drawing her legs up slightly, just enough to curl them at the knees, she brushed her face into one of the pillows that lined his large bed, her dark locks falling down into her face and partially shielding her eyes and features from view.

Slowly her little hand slid across the expanse of the mattress until she was again able to let her touch fall upon him, a silent gesture to beg him to stay with her, at least for now. She was so tired of waking up alone, of being ..........alone........

She was weak, she knew that, but at the same time, nobody could imagine the things that had been going through her mind lately. Nobody could ever really comprehend the damage that thing had caused her when she had been locked away.

It was something she would most likely never forget and that would forever have some impact on the girl she was to be throughout her life.

Offering a gentle tug of her hand to his body, she would make sure to position herself so that there was ample room for him to lay down with her. She just needed him to stay with her long enough to let her fall asleep, it was all she was really asking and she hoped that it was not too much.

"Please.....just stay......"


Her tone soft, exhausted and almost pleading in nature as she drew her hand back, and rested it under her cheek, against the pillow. All the while watching him, a part of her wondering if he had paid any attention to what she had said or not.....though honestly right now she was too tired to push the matter.........

[Jack]

All Jack wanted Kevala was to be happy of course, but also to feel safe with him. She had to build this trust for him and now knowing more about her. The harsh and sour feelings he had toward Kevala had now disappeared. If Jack knew about all the nightmares she was having all those dark and scary places that her mind was trapped in. He would have told her about his own traps, about his own prison that he today was still trapped in. He knew that at any given moment something to trigger his relapse and the release of the demon who raped those women and whomurdered all those innocent people. Every night he went to bed thinking about it, thinking about how if it returned it would all be over, his life of freedom and liberty would be null and void. He would be a prisoner to the beast but that was okay because this is the path he chose. For one day he would no longer be the man who stood he today he would be the weapon of vengeance and redemption.

"Just.....don't leave me....."

“Of course I won’t”

Jack’s hands would grab Kevala’s foot massaging it softly, playing with it for no reason other than wanting to touch her. Abandoning her foot his hands traces up her legs and as she drew them in to hug her knees. His right hands remained on top of her foot. Constantly keeping some form of physical contact. The truth was that Kevala was so powerful that it wasn’t even funny, she had everything she needed to be the best, all except that devoted mindset to push anyone and anything out of her way to reach her goals. The difference in physical ability was in Kevala’s favour but Jack had that soldier’s outlook on life. Whatever this thing had done to his kitten Jack would first help her and then he would find it, and destroy it. He didn’t care if it possessed the power of a god Jack would have his vengeance. The only advice Jack would be able to give Kevala was that she needed to learn from this, that she also needed to better herself, that as long as she put her mind to it, she could attain a level of power unprecedented within #774. She moved over creating room for Jack so he could join her on his comfortable bed. Jack would gaze into Kevala’s eyes as he listened to her heated words.

"Please.....just stay......"

Her tone was a soft and exhausted, almost pleading as she drew her hand back resting it under her cheek which was on the pillow. Jack sighed the poor little kitten was exhausted she really needed a good sleep to rejuvenate herself. Jack smiled as he rubbed her thigh, “of course I will, but Kevala it’s been a long and tiring day, wouldn’t you like to ditch these clothes? I got a pair of shorts you could ware and a T shirt. It’d be a little more comfortable then sleeping in the clothes you’ve been in all day” Jack would say. Smirking slightly he just wanted to see her get changed but he cared for her!

[Ceraphine Davis]

Honestly it was not until he had mentioned that she change clothes that she realized she was still in the same outfit she had been wearing all day. She was too lost in her own thoughts to even pay attention to something as trivial as clothing, the whole act of getting dressed was now just a mindless habit, nothing more.

Nodding softly she would brush her tongue against her lips as she slowly pushed herself up to sit, drawing her knees to her chest as she rested her chin atop them and hugged them close.

"Just a shirt will be fine.....Your clothes swallow me up anyway....."

She offered the softest of laughs at the fact. She was so tiny compared to him, that any shirt she wore that belonged to him looked more like some funky dress on her than anything. Luckily she was able to actually pull it off and not look stupid dressed like that, and in all honesty it made her feel comfortable to have something of his on her. Perhaps it was just a silly notion, but it was something she liked none the less.

She would of course turn her head, pressing her cheek to her knees as she looked at him now, those eyes dulling in color to a pale, almost white, shade of blue. It used to be something that rarely happened, but these days it was an almost common occurrence and happened at random times. Usually whenever her memories went to the more depressing and heartbreaking areas of her life.

If he got up and got her a shirt, she would move to push off the bed, her now bare feet pressing onto the floor as she worked to unbutton her jeans and slide them free from her body. Kicking them aside, she was left in just a shirt and her favorite pair of boy shorts.

It would not be long before she raised the shirt up over her head, tossing it aside to join her jeans that lay crumpled upon the floor, followed by the bra she had been wearing that day.

If he had indeed given her the shirt, she would then slide it over her petite figure, slowly pulling it down over her body, feeling the material slide against her delicate flesh.

Only then would she lower her head and step back to sit upon the edge of the bed, her fingers coming up to push back the shirt that covered part of her legs, so that she could trace her fairly recent scar that ran up the inside of her thigh, pretty much covering the entire length.

"She wanted me to scream....I...I couldn't. I refused...."

The scar on her leg was not the only one she now held as a result of that night. There was one on her arm where the knife had been run through her flesh and into the bone, another on her palm and the back of her hand where that incision knife had been stabbed through her, pinning her hand to the wall. Not to mention the one on her side which was rather jagged due to the way that creature had used her fingers to rip it open.

But those did not matter to her, at least not as much as they would some. Sure, the larger of the scars made her a bit insecure and unsure of herself, just as the brand on her hip did, but it was the mental scars, the emotional damage that she could not get over, that had broken her down and taken away all she had made herself to be.

Before she even knew what was happening, a slow stream of warm tears began to slowly trail down her cheeks, the warmth not even noticed until a few dripped from her face onto her bare thigh which she currently was fixated upon.

Blinking a few times, she would turn her head away, letting her hair shield her from his view as she tried to find the strength to stop the flow of tears.

[Jack]

Jack watched as Kevala nodded, brushing her tongue against her lips he chuckled as she did so. She always looked so adorable when she did stuff like that. Pulling her legs into her chest she hugged them as she rested her chin on her knees, sitting up to get into a better position. Jack chuckled as he looked at her tilting his head to the side.

"Just a shirt will be fine.....Your clothes swallow me up anyway....."

“Hahaha yeah I guess” although by the end of tonight my clothes won’t be the only thigns swallowing

Jack would chuckle as he turned around, walking toward his dresser, he opened it up searching for a plain black medium button up shirt, it was one of his tightest tops he tossed it toward Kevala chuckling as he did so. Thoroughly enjoying her company, he had missed her and in the same day they had worked things out between them, gotten back together and now they were making up *WEWT*. The image of Kevala only wearing his shirt slightly aroused him whether or not she was wearing clothing under it, it didn’t matter. Jack pulled out a pair of sport shorts, tossing them on the bed as he looked at Kevala getting changed. Not wanting to miss the body he had been craving for so long now. He slowly undid the buttons on hie shirt, tossing it on a nearby chair, next was his shoes which were placed at the rear of his bed followed by his pants, he stood there in socks and his briefs chuckling as he looked at his little kitten. Slide into his T shirt. He slid on his shorts before he moved back to his bed, where he belonged with her.

She sat back down onto the bed and she revealed to Jack her newest scar. It was a horrid one that mocked Kevala’s beauty yet at the same time it aroused him. She was a fighter a brawler some would call her butch or more like a guy then a girl but that’s one thing that attracted Jack to her. The fact that she was so stunningly beautiful and yet she had this boyish nature about her. She was just so frigging wild and sexy that Jack could barely hold back his animalistic instincts. "She wanted me to scream....I...I couldn't. I refused...." The scar on her leg was not the only one Jack would in due course come to notice and see yet say for the one on the arm all would heal and would the proper medical attention all would fade. The scars on the inside however wouldn’t be so easily cured, Kevala was a tricky individual, unpredictable and dangerous when she went on one of her tantrums.

Jack noticed the change in her personality, as the tears began to build up Jack moved toward her, he would come into sight now on his knees as looked up at her face. Before bringing his attention to her thigh, placing his lips onto the scar his tongue all the way up until the end. He chuckled to himself as he teased her bringing his attention back to her face. Those tears were still building up and Jack panicked not wanting her to cry yet he knew it was good for her. She needed to get those emotions out in an environment that she felt safe in. Jack would sit up as he moved forward wrapping his arms around her he would force her back, so they were now lying together, Jack would look Kevala in the eyes, as he supported his weight. The tears still threatening to overflow from her eyes, Jack looked at her long and hard.

“I know baby I understand but you’re with me now. Can’t we be happy that we’re together again, that I’m yours again?”

Jack would lean in pressing his lips against hers in a long and lustful kiss.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Honestly she had to admit that as he came into view on his knees before her, it took her a bit by surprise, causing her to tilt her head just slightly to the side as those pale eyes followed his every move.

As his lips pressed against the inside of her thigh, his tongue tracing along the length of it, she could not help but close her eyes, letting out a soft sigh as her fingers began to brush slowly through his hair. Only when she felt him pull away did she once more open her eyes to look down at him, a weak smile on her face, despite the fact that tears continued to occasionally slide down her soft cheeks.

He had problems, just like most men did, and they may have irritated her at times, but she had to admit, he did have his good sides, and it was those that kept her thinking of him even when he was not with her.

Watching as his body shifted, forcing her back onto the bed, she would lay back, her hair fanning out around her over the mattress. Slowly those fingers that had been running through his hair would slide down the back of his neck, then around the side and down over his chest, tracing him into her memory once more. It felt so good to have him under her touch once more, to have those eyes staring back into her own.

Then, he kissed her, forcing her eyes closed as she brought her leg up so that her thigh could brush smoothly against him. A soft, weak little moan filling the air around them as her tongue brushed against his lips. She kissed him with just as much passion and lust as her did her. Even if right now sex was a distant thought in her mind, it was there none the less......It was just in her nature she supposed.

But above all those thoughts and feelings, was the desire to just be here with him. To allow herself a moment of safety in a time where she felt such a thing may not exist. Just to be near him right now was more than enough for her, and though she could feel every bit of his desire for her, she was not sure she could give him that just yet. She wanted to actually build something with him, but that was not possible if all their relationship revolved around was passion and sex.

She would however, hold that kiss for as long as he wished to remain with his lips pressed against her own, her hand now frozen upon his chest, just over the pounding of his heart.

[Jack]

OOC: Sorry that it's late, I've been a bit busy >.>

IC:

He broke the passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulled her in, before re adjusting so his only had one hand over her. He'd stare into his pale blue eyes, taking them in, smirking as he noticed the color change he wondered what this one meant? Jack's left hand would slid over and find the covers with a strong pull he'd haul them perfectly over the couple. Before replacing his hand back around her waist. Smiling as he kissed her once more, giving her a little wink as he chuckled. "You look exhausted, haven't slept in a few days have you?" Jack knew the answer, she didn't have to tell him. If she answered he'd listen before he would nod along with his trail of thought. He would let out a yawn as he attempted to speak "now I mention it, I'm *yawn* pretty tired" His new training regime had been demanding hell of him, the fruits of his labour were clear, his body was more full and his muscle definition had stepped up a notch. He was beginning to push his boundaries, he was about to break into a new level of strength speed and endurance he would feel it. With this new power he would crush all those who stood in his way.

Snuggling up to Kevala he got comfortable making sure to leave her adequate room in the bed and take into consideration the fact that he may roll. So had to leave plenty of room on his other side. If Kevala was finished Jack would wait until she settled down before he closed his eyes as he let his head rest comfortably on one of the many pillows that . His head only inches from Kevala’s, as he closed his eyes and let out that final yawn , sleep slowly began to edge away. Jack rolled over just as Jack had predicted, curling his long body up into a disfigured ball he settle down. He would only really get comfortable once Kevala was fast asleep, only wanting to have a shallow sleep, knowing that his primary focus was that Kevala felt safe and secure.

[Ceraphine Davis]

As Jack laid down beside her, her small form could not help but curl against him, moving only when he did so that she could press against him and lay her head on his chest. As she let the feel of his body lull her to sleep, she would sigh softly and close her eyes. Easily starting to fall into that darkness she so often sought out and was rarely able to find.

With her small hand resting on his body, she would lightly grip him, only relaxing when sleep finally took hold.

Though it would not last for too long............

In fact she had only been asleep for perhaps an hour and and a half, maybe two, when the dreams started. That ever constant screaming in her mind as floods of memories from her past started to enter her mind, mixing together and causing her to shift slightly upon the bed.

Rolling away from him, her hand fell to the side, gripping the bed as she whimpered out softly....A think layer of sweat forming on her petite figure as the dreams seemed to take so much out of her that she was physically affected.

Blood......screams......death......

It was ever constant in her mind. All the horrible things she had done, all the horrible things that had been done to her. Every emotion she had tried to lock away and hide now released upon her body and causing her to arch her back slightly upon the bed as those emotions seemed to be thrust out of her and into the room around them.

Suddenly she was back to being 15, alone, tied up and scared......

And HE was there.....The one who's name she had not thought of for so many years now......Her breathing grew heavier, labored and panicked.......Tears escaped her hooded eyes and slid down her face as she shifted her head slightly from side to side, another whimper let forth.

Then.......................he touched her.........The feel of his hand on her flesh so real to her that all she could do was scream. Her eyes shooting open as she fell off the bed, her body hitting the floor with a somewhat heavy thud.

Though honestly she did not notice the pain from such, instead all she could think of was backing away from the bed until she was safe. Yet as her back finally became pressed to the wall, she realized that there was no such thing as safe distance.

Crying and curling her knees to her chest she hid her face against them and trembled....unmoving from her spot other than to rock ever so slightly back and forth.

Too lost in her nightmare to realize where she was right now.

She did not know what they had done to her mind, but whatever it had been, it had broken her in a way she was not sure she would ever be able to fix.

[Jack]

Jack’s eyes snapped open as he heard the scream came from next to him, he had felt so peaceful sleeping with Kevala that he had fallen into a deep sleep. His brain was groggy and his movements slow, so he didn’t hear Kevala fall off the bed. “What is it baby? Mmmm go back to bed’ He would say through the haze of his exhaustion. Jack would roll over placing his hand on the empty bed, only then did his senses become alerted to the whimpering that he was hearing. Sitting up he saw the figure of Kevala in the corner of his room *creepy right?*. Jack threw the covers off his body, turning around in his bed he placed his feet on the cold stone floor. Sighing as he began to wake up, “Kevala? Kitten? You okay?” Obviously she wasn’t but at this stance he just wanted her to register that he was here. He stood up and walked to her, stopping a few steps away. He squatted down so he was eye level, not sure whether or not to touch her he outstretched his hand letting it settle in the air in front of her. Pleading her to come back to bed, to come back and be with him. “Baby, I’m here. Come, come back to bed, you’re exhausted you just had a bad nightmare but that’s all it is baby.. A nightmare whoever they are while you’re here they can’t hurt you. While you’re next to me nothing will ever get to you I promise.” If she continued to scream she would have an extremely angry Phoenix and when that boy got angry. He started to get emotional and when he got emotional well... gossip girl/sex and the city/ glee/twilight and true blood put together didn’t equate to as much emotional baggage as Phoenix on a tantrum.

If she registered that he was there and she wasn’t afraid Jack would move in, to huge her. Feeling her small petite body as he pressed her face against him. Feeling those wet tears on his smooth, hard chest. Jack sighed as he rocked with her side to side, soothing her with a quiet voice, hushing her if need be. He just wanted to her to calm down he just wanted to help her. “shh baby, don’t cry. Just tell me, tell me what’s happening tell me how I can help. Tell me how I can make it all better baby.” Jack understood nightmares, he had his fair share. Everything that Jack had physiologically suffered in his Junior to Senior year was all to make him the ultimate fighter. Obviously he wasn’t finished yet, but the seeds that had been sown in Jack’s mind would one day grow. He had tendencies to show extreme, extremes. Such as horrid acts of brutality or things that were so horrific so sadistic in nature and sinister in execution that only a man who possessed no moral compass to do such things. He had to live with all the lives he had personally ruined, and when he stopped to think about it, it destroyed him and then his training kicked in every time. As if he were a computer program, if Jack starts regretting his evil actions then overwrite it, ifelse continue like he normally would. He hated himself for it yet that same training kicked in, telling him this is exactly what he wanted and he was returned to his usual self.

[Ceraphine Davis]

The sound of his voice started to break through the pain and the memories that she had in her mind. Eyes finally going to him as he moved toward her, pulling her against him. As she buried her face to his chest she whimpered softly and let her small arms wrap about him. He pleaded with her, trying to get inside the thoughts of what was tearing her apart. But how could she explain this? How could she tell him the things that she herself had pushed aside for so long.

"That ....that thing gave me something...all the pain, the memories I tried so hard to lock away........I...I hurt so many people, I did so many bad things and I cant make them stop....I keep trying to make them go away but they wont stop....."

She was not used to such emotions, she had locked them away, hidden them from herself to try and build some form of sanity and now it was all free, running about her mind and making her feel pain the likes of which she had never felt.

"I hear their screams....their pain....I wake up feeling hands on my body......from when that bastard raped me.....I see the knife in that girls hand as she tried to get me to scream....I wake up and its like they are there, in the room with me."

Another whimper as she forced herself tighter into his arms and tried to control the shaking of her body. Barely able to breath or speak in a manner that was understandable, the act taking all she had to pull off.

Breathing in his scent, feeling his arms around her she would try and use that to calm down but it was near impossible, yet she was not about to pull away....Wanting to make it all stop, wanting nothing more than to be better........to be herself......

[Jack]

The sound of Jack's voice echoed through his stone room, they were at risk of waking Phoenix and well someone would get hurt real bad if he started mouthing off >.>. Her eyes found him and they embraced hers as she moved toward him he was only too happy to snatch her up to embrace her as he felt her head against his smooth body. She continued to bury her face in his chest and Jack just held her there for as long as it took for her to feel comfortable enough to speak to him. Her hands tightened around his ribs to the point it got uncomfortable she was after all an extremely strong girl.

"That ....that thing gave me something...all the pain, the memories I tried so hard to lock away........I...I hurt so many people, I did so many bad things and I cant make them stop....I keep trying to make them go away but they wont stop....."

"Who are you?" It was an obvious answer after all he had called her name not a few moments ago. "Baby who are you? Tell me, tell me your name!" When he got the obvious answer of Kevala Katashi "That's right baby, you're my Kev..."

"I hear their screams....their pain....I wake up feeling hands on my body......from when that bastard raped me.....I see the knife in that girls hand as she tried to get me to scream....I wake up and its like they are there, in the room with me."

"But they're not and they never will be. This place can go from open to lock down in a mater of seconds everything to emergency exits Phoenix controls. The Security guard down stirs is ex Special Forces, we control the elevators and the stairs, we can even lock down every door in the staff wing. See baby you're safe, no one's going to get you while I'm here.."

Jack's arms would tighten around Kevala in a big passionate (if there could be such a thing) bear hug. "When the time comes I will find them and I will kill them, all of them every single last one. I will rip them limb for limb and when I'm done, the world will know I will be your avenger. But for now baby, for now all that matters is you, just you. Those thoughts, feelings, nothing, just nothing matters but your health. Come back to bed with me, you were sleeping so well."

Jack would stand up helping Kevala back to her feet. He would wait there until she seemed fit to move, before leading her back to his bed. He would sit down first, ushering to come join him before he scooted across the bed, tugging Kevala along. Finally they would both be back in bed, the covers over them, laying down, facing each other like lovers should. His hand would be stroking her cheek, rubbing any tears away before moving a few strands of hair out of her face and behind her left ear, this however was just an excuse so Jack could lean in and kiss her.

[Ceraphine Davis]

As he asked who she was, she had to actually stop and think about it. She was not sure anymore who she was. Was she the girl that those people had hurt, that had hurt so many people? Or was she the girl she had made herself into, the one that did for others and who could take all the world had to throw at her? It may have been such a simple question in his mind but in her own it held so many possible answers.

However soon enough, her soft, broken tone once more slipped free in its shaky and breathless manner.

"Kev..Kevala Marie Katashi...."

It was a name, but it was not who she was, it was just words that labeled her as the girl everyone thought they knew but honestly they had no real clue. How could they when she herself did not?

Finally however, after his pep talk of sorts, she would rise to stand, with his help of course, nodding softly as she tried to ebb the flow of tears that continued down her face.

With shaky knees she would follow him back to the bed, laying down as he pulled the blanket up around them. As he laid down beside her, her white hues would turn to look at him, her head burying into the pillow as she slowly started to calm down.

When his hand touched her, wiping away those tears she would close her eyes, savoring the touch and trying to remember all the ways he had made it clear that she was safe here. That he would not let anyone hurt her again......

Then, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her own and making her sigh softly. As she returned the kiss she lifted her still somewhat shaky hand to rest upon his neck, simply enjoying the feel of him so close.

Pulling back, she would once more open her eyes to look at him, her tongue brushing against her lips and tasting the last bit of him still lingering there.

"Thank you Jack...."

Her tone soft and near a whisper as she shifted her body to curl up to him, hiding herself within his arms and against his chest. As the warmth of his body soothed her slightly she would let forth another little yawn, trying to lull herself back to sleep.

It was not easy, but eventually she would go to sleep, and so long as she stayed pressed against him, she was able to get a bit of a restful sleep, the first bit she had in some time.