Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

note: this chapter is potentially upsetting/triggering to past victims of abuse. please continue reading at your own discretion, i have tried to be as sensitive as possible.

-a


*Eliza’s POV*

Andrew moved, rolling on top of me, our raw lust taking over. He pushed my kilt up and spread my thighs apart roughly with his knees. Holding one of my wrists down, he used his other hand to line himself up with me, and then something terrible happened.

Some angle of light, something about the way Andrew had my wrist, suddenly it was not Andrew and I, in his shelter, on his bed. I was in the rain, on the ground, the street. I had found the monster I had been stalking, but he had been waiting for me. He had been more than I had bargained for. Much more.

Panic set it, I had to kill him quickly, I had to, I-

Some small part of my brain was not completely lost and stopped me. I shouldn't kill him, something wasn't right. I immobilized him, grabbing his wrists tightly, staring him down. I didn't understand why he wasn't struggling. I froze.

Notes

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on a brighter note:

happy birthday to the one and only Jinxx!



Jinxx: accept no substitutes!

i know, when i'm looking for a dark sea elf-dusk fae hybrid to watch my back on the Dusk Watch, i'm looking for Jinxx, how about you guys? and word on the street is that he can kill it on the fiddle! dude, {as long as i have breath, you have a brother.} ;)