AN: Hello! It's been so long (unfortunately). Sorry about that, I was very busy in the last few months, but I didn't forget about you guys.

Thank you for all the reviews and such, they kept made me come back to this story whenever I had free time, even when my brain was melting. Humming-songs: That's awesome, the only way I can get my sisters to read the same thing is if I write them into one of my ff's.

Anyway, enough chat, you want to read the chapter. I did edit this (sort of), it shouldn't be too bad at least, I didn't want to bother my beta reader after so long... So I took it upon myself to edit, enjoy!

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Chapter Twelve

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He pulled her close to his body when she tried to shy away from him, the feeling of his skin against her back was weird, something she'd never experienced before. His touch made her burn where they'd made contact, as if he was lighting her on fire with a match. It reminded her of the last fear she had had to face with Four, and yet she wasn't afraid of the man next her right now, more irritated than anything else. Did he really have to do this right now? Couldn't he have waited until she'd been awake for a few hours and then done his best to ambush her and pin her against the wall like he normally did? Why was his touch making her so disoriented?

The thought made her struggle against him further as he went for her throat again, this time letting his teeth sink into the flesh just above her shoulder. She shivered in his grasp; there was a small amount of pain that she tried to focus on as he sucked on the spot he'd chosen, it slipped through her fingers like sand. The feeling made her blush darkly, all she could do was pull at his arm around her waist weakly as he worked on marking her his own once again.

"You don't get to run away," he said licking a trail up her neck. "Not after yesterdays little stunt," he whispered before biting down again. It made her whimper softly before she stopped herself short with a bitter frown, there was no reason for her to let him do these things to her and feel so vulnerable. Two could play at this game, just as she had done the day before she was going to fight back.

She'd only ever read one book about romance, finding it to be a rather boring subject in comparison to poison and how to kill someone without anyone else ever having to find out. There was something called grinding that she could do from this angle and position that he had her in, hopefully it would work at least a little. Closing her eyes Reeve tested the waters, slowly moving her behind against the front of his body she almost grinned when he froze at the motion.

Although brash, her decision to fight back was not made without hesitation; Reeve wasn't used to these kinds of things and had never been one to look at another lustfully. That didn't mean she knew nothing of such situations, it just meant that since it was happening to her for once her thoughts were muddled. At the moment the only thing on her mind was to distract Eric enough for him to release her, keep her resolve in place, and not lose herself to whatever might happen within the next few moments. If only to elevate her thoughts further she started to turn towards him with a sultry expression on her face. His expression was hard as they held each other's eyes for a moment; his dark orbs seemed to burn holes into her skin.

Suddenly he moved to capture her lips, turning her shoulders ever so slightly in order to get a better angle to ravish her, but at the last second she moved backwards away from him. A small smirk found its way onto her face as his expression turned dangerous after being rejected so easily by someone he deemed hopeless.

For a second Reeve may have felt that she'd won their little exchange of dominance, but no amount of reading would have prepared her for the man clutching her so close to his form. He grinned towards her, letting a growl escape through his lips. All at once his hands moved to get under her shirt and up towards her breasts while his mouth went back to claim the skin of her neck, this time much more harshly. All gentleness gone from his demeanor Eric bit down on her roughly, breaking the skin and drawing blood from beneath Reeve gasped softly before stifling a whimper as he proceeded to suck the crimson off her flesh. Stopping her own movements against him Reeve pushed her stomach forward, seeking respite from him only to be pulled backwards when his hands found and squeezed her breasts.

Choking back her sounds of protest Reeve tried to keep her mouth shut while Eric went to work on her, there was no controlling the blush that blazed across her skin and ignited her flesh. She tried again to move her body away from his but he merely pulled her to him once more, this time kneading her breasts and nipping her neck viciously. She surprised even herself for a moment as her hands found his own and helped him along, pushing his long fingers and large palms into the tender skin of her bosom. If she gave up now it'd be like she'd never cared in the first place, but to fight back, to lead him to believe that she'd go along with him until the last moment was all she needed. The movement of her grinding against his front resumed once again as she worked his hands with her own, his calloused fingers doing a number on her skin.

It was hard to focus on anything at the moment, save for the feeling of the man behind her working her flesh with his hands and making new marks on her skin with his teeth. There was a heat that accompanied such emotions, something fierce that she had never before felt, her thoughts raging wildly inside her head.

"Tomorrow's the final day of training Eric," she said with confidence despite her raging emotions. Her comment did nothing against the man; it was as if she had said nothing at all, her words falling on deaf ears. "I have to practice with Tris and Fo-" she cried out softly before she could finish her sentence. Right as she was about to say the other man's name Eric pinched her nipples between his fingers harshly, making her jerk in his grasp involuntarily.

"Is this where you fall apart?" He finally spoke. His voice tickling her ears enough to make her shiver as he continued to tweak the nubs between his fingers. She couldn't help the whimpers and small sounds that came out of her mouth now, he'd bypassed everything, all her walls and fronts that she knew what she was doing. The confident attitude and air she carried around herself all the time, the smart remarks, glares, and cold emotions she boasted all fell away in the wake of Eric and his need to tear her into pieces. "What's wrong?" He was teasing her now. "Nothing to sa-,"

She was the one to interrupt him this time, twisting quickly in his grasp to face him before smashing her lips onto his own, if only to shut him up for a little while until a plan formed in her head again. She could feel him smirk against her lips and then force his tongue into her mouth as they battled for dominance only one was sure to win. Her neck was on fire from all the attention it had gotten, what didn't help it further was the hand that started to knead the bruises forming beneath the skin. His other digits traced circles around her stomach, moving ever so slowly towards the waistband of her shorts.

It was irritating; Reeve just wouldn't give in to him no matter how rough he was with her, no matter how far he pushed her she always seemed to bounce back. It was enraging, but so very exciting at the same time, because he didn't know what to expect. One minute she was grinding against him, the next she was helping him knead her breasts, and then she was twitching and whimpering in his grasp. Especially now that she had voluntarily turned around and kissed him, welcoming him into her mouth and surprising him once again with her fingertips on his chest. Idly tracing his muscled torso her hands found his wrist as it circled downwards and began to ease it back up, and away from where he was sure she was most vulnerable.

She wasn't very good at kissing, probably from lack of experience, but she made up for it by biting his bottom lip whenever she got the chance. Nipping his flesh before pulling away ever so slightly and then going back in for another chance, he lost himself to anger after seeing her grin at his obvious annoyed expression. His hand moved from her neck to the back of her head in a flash and pushed her lips onto his own, while his other went back to her right breast squeezing and twisting. He was determined to win, to push her just enough that she shattered in his grasp enough for him to be the one that would pick up the pieces.

A good fifteen seconds into the kiss Eric could tell Reeve was starting to get frantic, trying to get a hold on him she pushed against him, hoping desperately to get some sort of air. When that didn't work she went for his back, digging her nails into his skin and dragging them down his shoulders. Everything she did made him angry, if she'd have just given up in the beginning this would have been over much faster, but no, she was a fighter. He'd had enough of that by now though.

Forcing her onto the mattress Eric grabbed her wrists before she could struggle against him, mouths still locked together he gave her no time to breathe. She pushed against him weakly, her fight dwindling along with her oxygen as he ravished her form and stared confidently into her half closed eyes that held very little defiance in them. He'd won, she had to know that by now, and yet there was just no quitting for this girl beneath him.

Finally when Eric could see that she definitely needed air did he pull away from her, she took short breaths immediately. The way her chest heaved up and down with each in and out made Eric lust for her more, flushed face and bitter expression of contempt against him was so weak and withered he couldn't help the want that soared within himself. The cold and distant Reeve that was always so cool and collected in the face of anyone who wanted to hurt her or pick on her was below him now. Defeated and breathy her wrists trembled slightly in his hands that still had them pinned against the mattress, he'd done this to her, no one else had ever been able to. Her shirt was pushed up just enough to see the beginnings of her breasts, her hair thrown across the sheets, and legs tangled in his own.

"Always so cold and confident," he mused. Somehow he just couldn't get enough of the sight below him, her heaving chest and flushed skin almost made his mouth water in anticipation. "Look at you now."

She hated him for being able to break her down into such a state, to know that she was so very incapable of fighting against him made her bitter with herself more than anyone else. Yet at the same time her skin was still on fire from his touches and rough handling, her lips tingled from him pushing so hard against her. The damned smirk on his lips made her want to scream at him and at the same time she wanted to bite his bottom lip again, to see him so angry at her and frantic to fight back had been invigorating. She'd been so anxious to one up him she often got lost in his rhythm, and couldn't believe the feelings of pleasure and pain that went hand in hand.

At the same time that she despised him for being the one person who always defeated her, she hadn't hated every minute of it. Even now as she looked up at him, she more out of breath than him, what was going to happen next?

"Bastard," she whispered catching him off guard. Her voice was so soft he could have lost himself in her all over again.

He considered her for a moment; even now after she'd lost she had to make one last comment against him. Although had she simply given up and said nothing against him it would have fallen short of her usual temperament, and to have been defeated after one such fight, would be unlike the girl he'd claimed.

"Now we're even," he whispered before letting her go.

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The first thing Reeve did after Eric left was check her appearance in the mirror; mainly she wanted to see what the heck her neck looked like because it was beginning to ache. It wasn't pretty to say the very least, the beginnings of a large bruise had started to show on her pale skin and there were indentions where Eric had let his teeth sink in. Certainly the only thing people would wonder after seeing such a thing was what wild animal attacked her? Her lips were red from his relentless way of stealing the air from her lungs; it made her angry just seeing what Eric had managed to do to her in such a short time.

If she hadn't given away her damn bandana she'd have something to cover it up with, but now she had nothing to do but go back to the clothing store and get another. This time she would make sure not to get a blue one, anything that reminded her of Erudite was heinous and unwanted after what had happened on visiting day. She'd get some new clothes while she was over there as well, since Eric was sure not to get her anything suitable, he would offer up some too large pants and a shirt and taunt her about being so small.

"Welcome back," a voice called out to her as soon as she walked through the door. Reeve wondered faintly why the girl even bothered to remember anyone with so many people in Dauntless at any given moment. "I remembered the hair and eyes," she explained seeing the skeptical look on her face.

"My clothes got hijacked," Reeve muttered. She could see Peter going through her things and tearing them to shreds, if only to get some sort of revenge for what had happened to him.

"Oh jeez, that sucks," she frowned trying to look sympathetic. The red headed initiate simply shrugged, there was nothing to do about it now except get new clothes, it wasn't as if she had been attached to them or anything. "Go ahead and pick some out, if you need anything I'll be close by," she said with a soft smile towards her.

The first thing she wanted was a pair of shorts and a new tank top, because even though she wasn't going to train with Tris and Four like she had said, there was still a punching bag calling her name. Perhaps that was why Eric had attacked her nipples, he'd known that she was lying about needing to practice with the others, though it could simply have been that she was about to say Four. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the two Dauntless members were less than keen on each other, which was one of the reasons why she had been so insistent on spending time with him. Mainly it was to piss off the man who demanded complete control over her, of how she loved to watch his brows furrow and eyes darken.

The memory of his expression made Reeve's skin heat up at the thought of his fingers twisting and pinching her sensitive nubs, she hadn't known that type of feeling would arise. The heat that accompanied the pain was unlike anything she had ever felt before; it'd left her out of breath and dizzy. It made her blush just to think about what had happened that morning, the images still fresh on her mind she pushed them away and went back to the clothing racks.

Her shorts were black and fairly short, while the tank top was a deep maroon color, a different shade than the amity red that the other faction wore. She got the same deep hue for the color of her bandana, after that were some pants, a jacket, some underclothes, and a pair of boots, the same as the ones that had been issued to her upon first joining. Bringing it up to the counter Reeve was hoping that she had enough credits to pay for everything, if she didn't what few pieces of clothing could she afford to lose?

"Since you're a new recruit I doubt you'll have enough to get all of this," the girl explained looking over everything. Reeve sighed, a bitter frown finding its way onto her face, it wasn't her fault that people were crazy and Eric wouldn't get her anything unless she begged for it she imagined. "But how's about we charge whoever got into your neck?"

Reeve's frown twitched at the mention of it, the very reason she had gotten the bandana was to cover it, and the sooner no one could see it, the less she would have to talk about it. Although charging Eric for things did make her grin ever so slightly, if anything it was the least he deserved after everything he had done to her. She could just see his face twisting unhappily as he found out what she had done, he definitely deserved it.

"I did say you would catch someone's eye, but I didn't think he would be a wild animal," she jested trying to get a smile out of the red head.

"I'd already had his gaze," Reeve muttered. Somehow it hadn't mattered what she was wearing at any given time, Eric was always leering at her with hungry eyes now. That morning she'd been more than surprised that he was able to control himself, the way his orbs had been so clouded with need she thought it would go much farther.

"I see," she huffed tallying up what the man would owe. "So who's the man we're charging?" Her smirk was almost contagious; Reeve could feel the corners of her mouth tilt upwards.

"Eric," she nearly spat out his name, as if it was poison she needed be rid of.

"Oh honey," she said without even thinking about it. The lady's expression was aghast at the mention of the Dauntless leader, everyone knew that he was an intense person. Seeing the work that he had done to Reeve's shoulder he could now only imagine that he would be capable of making the pale skin so red and irritated. Before she said anything more all of things were stuffed into a knapsack and handed back to her. "Good luck with that beast."

"Thanks," her reply was empty. Good luck wasn't going to give her much in the way of Eric, at most he would decide that he was too tired tonight and leave her alone, but that was very unlikely. "Is it okay if I change in the fitting rooms?" She asked not wanting to hunt down a bathroom.

"Yeah, that's fine," she murmured waving her hand dismissively.

The first things to put on were the black underwear and bra that she had been craving for the past few days that she'd been managing without one; whatever had happened to her old one was still a mystery. Next was the shorts, tank top, jacket, and bandana, she made sure that the maroon cloth covered most if not all of the darkening mark on her neck. Reeve wasn't about to answer every single person who was curious about why her neck was a different shade than the rest of her body, she just didn't want people to talk to her.

After tying her boots and stuffing her old clothes back into the bag Reeve exited the shop, waving with a soft smile to the attendant who was folding some clothes on the other side of the store.

As if the good luck she had gotten meant absolutely nothing the first person she saw when she turned the corner was Eric. Even though he had been walking and talking with someone else the smug smirk that was always on his lips when he was around her appeared the second he realized who it was. The small chit chat between him and the man next to him continued even as he eyed her up and down, admiring the new clothes before his eyes stopped on the bandana. She could tell that he was unhappy with the piece of material, probably because it was blocking all the work he had done on her neck, but she didn't care.

Reeve made sure there was no reaction to seeing him present on her face, no cringe or small bit of blush as her mind played over and over the events of that morning, nothing. She was at least proud of herself for being able to keep cool in front of the man that had so easily torn her apart. Somehow she needed to get back at him for what he had done to her, to show him that even though he had won that morning, she wasn't available all the time.

Stepping around them with a bored expression on her face Reeve grinned just as they passed her, an idea forming in her head instantaneously, something that would make Eric mad and leave him unable to do anything.

"You won't see me tonight," she turned her head slightly so he could hear her voice as she kept walking. Though she was trying hard to keep herself from grinning at the way Eric might react to it, thankfully she turned another corner before he could grab her from behind. She hadn't wanted to go back to his room anyway because he was sure to continue what had stopped that morning, or at least go off on a different variation of it. He was probably going to fool around more the next morning if they woke up in the same bed and she wanted to be early for the final test. It was in her best interest to avoid him at all costs, if only to make him bitter in the process as a way of payback for what he had done.

What made her so angry about that morning wasn't that he had pushed her so far, it was the fact that near the end she hadn't wanted him to let her go. There had been this heat between her legs, a sort of pleasure that she had never felt before, something only Eric had been able to elicit. If she stayed with him she was afraid that eventually if he kept trying to break her, she would let him. It was hard to admit to herself, the bitter taste of those words on her tongue, she hated him for making her feel that way. She didn't want anyone to know; even herself for that matter, that being with Eric was the closest she had been to being taken care of in a long time. After her parents deemed her a lost cause and surrendered her to her brother no one had cared to ask her how she was outside of her younger siblings. Even though she claimed to hate the man, Eric had asked saved her, it was confusing and she was tired of trying to sort through her thoughts on the Dauntless leader.

Though this was the best form of payback she could think of Reeve was curious how the man would react, while at the same time hoped she wouldn't have to see him for a week if she could manage. By then there would have been enough time to convince herself that Eric was just toying with her and she had to reject him in order for him to go away. She'd be able to reconvene with her bland emotions and mind set. Whatever it was that she had with Eric was exciting and strenuous at the same time, it was the type of relationship she had seen scarcely at home and never wished for.

A flitting thought passed through her head, making her sprint down the hallway towards the med bay. What if Eric had suddenly felt the urge to wrench her around the corner and lock her away in his room for the day until he got back? There was no way she was going back to him after what happened, if he wanted her, he'd have to find her.

"Reeve! Over here!" It was Christina's voice that she heard. "I got you a muffin from breakfast," she grinned holding it proudly in her hand.

Reeve hadn't realized how hungry she was until that moment, so far her brain had been trying to keep focused on fighting Eric back, but now that there was an empty moment of thought she was starving.

"How did you know I was going to be hungry?" She questioned taking the food from her.

"Figured Eric would keep you busy," the shorter girl mused.

"He's a bastard," the red head grumbled taking a bite of the sweet backed good.

"Yeah, but we knew that from the very first day that we met him," her laugh was light. "Hell, we knew Peter was bad before we even got to know him," she tried to joke about it.

"True," Reeve's voice was soft at that.

She hadn't realized it at first but there was a moment during last night where she'd woken from a nightmare, Peter had been chasing her in the dark, and when her eyes had opened she struggled to get out of the sheets. Half conscious at the time Reeve hadn't even considered the arm that pulled her backwards was Eric, he'd even mumbled something to her that she hadn't been able to understand. In the craziness of that morning she'd forgotten all about what had happened during the night. In fact she thought the whole thing hadn't actually occurred and was just another part of her dream, but she'd actually fallen back asleep tucked against him. Though her first instinct was to think that he would most definitely shove her off the bed for waking him up in the first place, but he'd been kind.

"I need to go beat something up," Reeve muttered. "Thanks for the muffin."

"Have fun," Christina called after her with a grin.

In one day, perhaps not even a day, Eric had destroyed her calm demeanor, torn down her suspicious walls, and soaked her mind with himself. As if trying to convince her that he was the most important thing in her life right now, the person to consume her thoughts and steal the breath from her lungs. The very man who bruised her neck so terribly was actually making Reeve feel safe at night, comforted in the silence of nightmares.

Didn't she hate the man? The person who caused her so much anguish, forcing her to stay with him, and even though he'd never harmed her she still couldn't imagine waking up to him smiling in the morning. No. This wasn't right, sure, he had been the one to save her from Peter, but eventually he would tire of her. All she had to do was stop fighting him, and after he'd had his own bit of fun, she'd be done with him.

These were the thoughts and arguments in her head that made Reeve pound into the punching bag over and over again, grunting with the effort and clenching her teeth into a snarl. For one conceited man to have the best of her, she sure was a weakling. Never mind that the man pursuing her was one of the toughest in Dauntless, or that anyone else would be happy to share a bed with him. If he was going to leave her soon anyway, it'd be better for both of them, or perhaps just her, to disappear from him right now. Mal could be her look out; as soon as she passed the test tomorrow she'd hide away from the man. Just because they were part of the same faction didn't mean she had to know everyone, she didn't have to talk to people or get along with them, and she could be invisible again.

After beating the snot out of the punching bag, and her knuckles, Reeve wandered towards the med bay, hoping to see Mal but instead seeing CC, at least it wasn't Eric waiting for her.

"Hey haven't seen you in a whi- what happened to your neck?" she started speaking lazily until seeing the young transfer's skin.

During her work out session Reeve had taken off the bandana because it was making her feel constricted and sweaty, now she remembered why she'd kept it on in the first place. Instead of dodging the question she decided to just come out with it, because concealing it wasn't doing her any good anyway.

"Eric happened," she sighed putting her stuff down on an empty cot.

"You got the attention of the wrong person," she muttered shaking her head slowly.

"I know," Reeve said blandly. It was great, all these people telling her things she already knew and sighing in front of her as if it had happened to them instead, it was starting to get on her nerves. "Do you know where Mal is? I need a place to stay tonight," she mumbled the last bit.

"I haven't seen him since yesterday, the only evidence he was here this morning was this note," she explained holding up a not that read 'will be back' is barely legible handwriting. "But if you need a place to stay tonight, I have a pretty comfortable couch you can sleep on," she offered letting a smile crack on her face. Reeve never seemed to give CC enough credit, always assuming the girl was only there to stare at her blandly when she had done nothing but help, though Reeve was still hesitant.

"I don't want to impose-," she tried to say before CC interrupted her.

"Eric knows you're friends with Mal, so if you stay with him there's a good chance he'll show up in the middle of the night. With me, he won't even know where to start," she mused with a cocky grin on her face. There, that was CC, the cocky grinning girl who knew everything too well, Reeve didn't mind that so much, if they were going to be working together in the future it felt like she finally had a strong older sister.

"You're right," the red head looked down at the ground. She could just see Eric pounding on Mal's door at one in the morning demanding that she be returned to him, as if she was some object that had been stolen. "I'll be with you tonight then, thank you," she smiled softly.

"If we're going to be working together soon I have to get to know you, otherwise it'd be awkward," she explained her reasoning.

"That's true," she smiled softly.

Mal came by a little later, after Reeve had already covered her neck so he had nothing to say, they hung out for a little while until someone came in with a broken arm. CC had to make a home visit for someone who had been sick for a few days, this left Reeve to find Four or Tris, just to make sure everything was ready for tomorrow. If anything the last thing she wanted to happen was for them to find out she was Dauntless and either be killed or kicked out to be factionless. Neither option seemed very good to her.

She found Four and they spoke for a little while, he made sure that she knew what was at stake with everything that was going to happen. They went through her fears and how to beat them without broadcasting to everyone that she was Divergent; he saw her bruised neck as she was repositioning her bandana.

"Did Eric do that?" He questioned making the red head sigh blandly.

"Maybe," she responded coyly.

"When you've made it into Dauntless you can always come to me if he's bothering you. I can handle him," he muttered catching her gaze. The comment made her freeze, no one had ever said something like that to her, and certainly another person had never offered there help to her if she didn't like what was happening. Was this what it was like to have an older brother? Or even a sibling that was strong enough to protect her, she'd never had someone like that before. In fact she'd been that person for so long that hearing her words reflected back at her was almost confusing,

"You don't know me very well," she tried to counter him. As if somehow she thought that she wasn't good enough to save, after so many years of getting told she was worthless it wasn't a surprise that she started to believe it right?

"I know you're worth it," he said patting her shoulder gently.

"I might be," she retreated from him then. It was all too stranger for her, having someone who liked her and pinned her down in order to get what they wanted, a man that marked her as his own, and now someone who said that if anything happened he would be there for her. It was too strange. All she had wanted to do was get into another faction and disappear, vanish into the background, but now she was going to be a medic, and one of the Dauntless leaders wouldn't leave her alone.

"You'll be fine tomorrow," he assured her. Reeve turned to leave, only stopping shortly when he started to say something else. "You're going before Tris, so show her that it's not impossible to make it," he said softly. The red head nodded curtly at him before going on her way, CC had mentioned something about how she would join her in her nightly routine checkups before they headed off to bed.

It was fun, seeing so many people that were mostly happy to see her, life as a Dauntless medic didn't seem like such a bad option, plus it was something she had always loved to research about. Helping people. Who would've thought that she'd be so good at it, when not too long ago she barely spoke to them in the first place.

The night was quiet when they finally got back to CC's room, it wasn't as big as Eric's but had more things in it, making it feel like a home rather than a place to sleep and read. She'd even been given extra clothes to sleep in, CC said that they were too small for her and insisted that if she needed a place to stay for a while that she didn't mind having a roommate. It made Reeve smile just thinking about it, when they'd first met she'd never pegged the other medic as someone who was going to be her friend. In fact, she hadn't planned on being friends with anyone in Dauntless after what she had been through in Erudite, it was better for her to stay by herself, because then if anything happened it was up to her to fix it.

To have her own bed again was nice, even if it was just a couch, to be able to move without worrying about whether or not someone was going to pull her backwards into them. There was no one breathing in her ear or biting her neck as she sat up in, no one to steal the covers from when he tried to get her closer to his warmth. She was by herself, listening to the soft sound of a faucet dripping in the other room, looking out across the unfamiliar darkness all around her. Eventually she would have her own room, and she'd never have to worry about Eric cutting off her breathing with a kiss because all she had to do was lock her door.

It was peaceful without him, but at the same time it was also empty.

"Asshole," she whispered softly as if he was still next to her. Even when he wasn't in the room her thoughts were still stuck on him.

For a while she slept soundly, but where there was quiet there were nightmares that plagued her dreams, making her thrash and scream as she tried to escape.

"Reeve!" A voice shouted at her, pulling her from her dreams. She jolted awake, breathing heavily and frantic to escape. "You're fine, no one's chasing you here," it was CC's soft voice that brought her back to reality.

"Sorry," she whispered dejectedly. It'd been a few days since she'd had nightmares so violent, of course it was folly of her to think she'd gotten over them so quickly. "I thought I was okay by now," she choked trying to forget the images from her dreams.

"It's okay," she laughed pushing some hair out of her face. "What you went through, it takes a while to get over it," she moved away from her silently. "Try not to scream so loudly next time, if you can help it," she chuckled softly.

Now Reeve was confused, when she'd been with Eric most of her nightmares had vanished, which meant that she felt safe with him. The thought made her blush crimson in the dark before she snarled softly, if she admitted to herself that she needed Eric then she would never be able to get away from him. If anything happened to her again she could handle it by herself, after all, she'd been alone for a long time and never had a problem with it before. Why would anything have changed?

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AN: The next chapter should pretty much be the end of the first movie, or most of it anyway. Don't forget to leave me a review, they remind me that this story exists and I need to finish it.

Also, what do you think is going to happen with Reeve and Eric, she seems kind of lonely by herself.

Thanks for reading.