Drakon (6 page)

“Please, Jonathan!” She groaned in anticipation He held her by the hips as he drove into her, so slowly and gently that she thought she would die of frustration.

“Faster, Jonathan! Harder!”

He stopped and looked down at her. “I don't want to hurt you.”

“Don't stop! Please!” There had been a little pain at first, but she was beyond that now. “Faster, Jonathan, please! I need it like that.” He obeyed and thrust into her. It was the most incredible sensation she had ever experienced. Jonathan. She was with Jonathan. Soon, he thrust even faster and she suddenly felt the warmth of his essence inside her, which made her come so strongly, that she wondered if she really was going to die.

He collapsed on top of her, spent.

Chapter Five

They lay in each other's arms, dressed again in case someone walked along the beach. A few minutes ago, Andrea wouldn't have cared. All she could think of was Jonathan and how he'd made love to her.

“Did I hurt you?” asked Jonathan.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Well, just a little,” she admitted.

“You should have told me you were still a virgin.”

“It didn't seem - appropriate,” laughed Andrea and kissed him. Something strange had happened after they'd made love. She wasn't sure if it was supposed to happen or if it was her imagination. An elderly couple walked along the sand, hand in hand. She could see it round them too.

“Jonathan,” she began.

“Yes?” He mumbled sleepily.

“Can you see something round people?”

“What do you mean?”

“I'm not sure. It's like a-well it's like a sort of glow.”

“Oh, that. I'm surprised Lucy didn't mention it to you. Because you're no longer a virgin, you powers have increased. What you can see is people's auras.”

“I suppose next you'll tell me that I can douse for water with two sticks!”

“No, you don't need the sticks.”

Andrea found it hard to believe in all these so-called powers that everyone kept telling her she had. None of it made any sense, but then her life never had. She always felt as though she was the odd one out. “I'm getting a headache. Can we go back?” she asked.

“Eat something first. That's maybe why you've got a headache,” said Jonathan and handed her a sandwich. Andrea complied unwillingly. She just didn't feel hungry. A sandwich and a quiche later, they packed up the picnic basket and headed back. As they got nearer to the house, Andrea's headache increased, like what had happened at Pompeii.

“Something's wrong,” she said to Jonathan and put a hand on his arm to keep him from going any further. He didn't ask how she knew.

“We'll be careful,” he said and continued up the path. Andrea followed him. She wanted to be with him, even if there was a danger. As they neared the cottage, they saw the reason for Andrea's uneasiness. Something was huddled in the doorway. It looked like a bundle of rags, but on closer inspection proved to be a person.

“Oh my God! It's him!” Exclaimed Andrea, but not as they'd last seen Dr. Haroldson. He was dressed like a tramp, with filthy hair and dirty clothes. As Andrea bent down to see if he was all right, a hand jerked out from the bundle of rags and grabbed her wrist.

Too late she felt the needle prick her arm. After that, there was only pain and darkness.

*

When she came to, she was in some sort of basement. It was cold and she shivered violently. Water dripped from the walls and she could smell damp earth. She was completely naked and vulnerable.

Leather restraints pinned her wrists and ankles to the bed she was laying on, some sort of hospital bed. What was it doing in the basement? But that wasn't what was worrying her. The sight of Dr. Haroldson bending over her with a syringe in his hand was what was worrying her. She saw him raise it and expel the air, a few drops of liquid escaping from the tip of the needle.

“What are you doing?” Demanded Andrea.

“It's only a sedative. To relax you. Then I have to take some blood. Just to make sure.”

“Make sure of what?”

“That you are what I think you are. A pure bred Drakon. Imagine it, Andrea. With you and me, we can bring our race back! Our children will rule the world! Do you know how long it's taken me to find another pure Drakon, like me?”

“You're mad!” Said Andrea and she began to struggle against the restraints which held her, but it was no use. The needle came down and she was welcomed into oblivion once more.

She dreamed of Jonathan. A frantic Jonathan, looking for her, searching for her.

Where are you?

I'm here Jonathan

You left me again

I'll never leave you

You always leave me

She woke up choking on her own sobs. Andrea lifted her hand to wipe away the tears, but couldn't. The restraints were still there. The only sound was her breath and the drip-drip of water down the walls. Someone had dressed her when she was unconscious. Some sort of white, frilly nightgown, from what she could see of it. She didn't know how long she waited there before Haroldson re-appeared. He smiled down at her, so she was totally unprepared for what happened next. His hand caught her on the side of the cheek, a stinging blow, which made her ears ring and her eyes hurt. Her cheek felt as though it had swelled to twice its normal size.

“You bitch!” raged Haroldson as he hit her again and again and again. She thought she might lose consciousness again, but she wasn't permitted that relief. Her teeth felt loose and her nose was bleeding, a metallic taste running down her throat. She almost choked on her blood and still the assault continued.

“You were supposed to be a virgin!” Growled Haroldson as he yanked the nightgown away from her bare legs. He thrust his hand between her legs and opened her up. She squirmed trying to get away from his probing hands, but the restraints held her fast.

“Was it good? Did you enjoy it? You whore! You're blood is no longer pure. You have the seed of that human in you now. And his brat!” He thrust a finger into her as far as it would go and she screamed in agony, trying to dislodge him only made the pain worse.

“Let's see how you feel with a pure Drakon inside you!” The sound of his zip was very loud in the silent basement. This wasn't going to happen. She was not going to allow herself to be raped by this madman, but how could she prevent it?

“If you touch me, I'll kill you,” she said it so quietly, he struggled to hear.

“Yeah, right! Do you think you know how?”

“There's one way to find out. Are you willing to risk it?” He withdrew his hand and stared down at her. He raised his arm as if to strike her again, but thought better of it. He left her alone to her pain and misery. She wasn't sure she would know how to kill him with her powers, she just hope the threat was enough to keep him away from her so that she could figure out what to do. What was it Jonathan had said? That the Drakon could simply go from one place to another simply by thinking about it? She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the pain in her face and thought of Jonathan's apartment. Concentrated so hard that her head hurt. But nothing happened.

She could visualize his couch, the fish tank; Jonathan sprawled on the couch, his head in his hands. But when she opened her eyes she was still stuck in the basement. Why wasn't it working? Maybe her powers weren't up to speed yet. She turned her head when she heard footsteps.

“That won't work,” said Haroldson. “You can only teleport if you aren't physically restrained. Why do you think I kept you like that?”

“What do you want from me?” demanded Andrea.

“Haven't you figured it out yet, Andrea? You're one of the few pure Drakon left. I need you. Everyone else has been polluted by the alien blood, human blood. It's the humans who are the aliens. The Drakon have been here long before the humans arrived in their millions. The humans aren't from earth, they really are alien. They came here a long time ago. The Drakon are the rightful race on this planet.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I'm surprised that lover of yours hasn't told you. He seems to know a lot about us for a human.”

“So Jonathan isn't Drakon?” asked Andrea. She thought he was from all the information he was giving her.

“He's half Drakon. His sister was pure Drakon. They have different fathers.” Andrea had suspected as much, and so had Jonathan if what he told her was true. He was only abducting Drakon women. If that was the case why did Haroldson want her?

Weren't there any others?

“Of course there are others, but not like you. You're totally pure; both your parents were pure Drakon. There was one other, but she died.” He could read her thoughts; she remembered belatedly and tried to guard them from his probing mind.

“Who?” demanded Andrea and then hated herself for even carrying on a conversation with this man.

“Amelia. Your sister.”

Andrea felt as though he had just punched her in the stomach and she willed him to feel some of the pain she was feeling. He staggered back, away from her, holding his head as though it hurt.

“Preventing me from reading your thoughts won't help you. Nothing will help you. Even if you do manage to escape, I'll find you. I'll always be able to find you.”

“How?” Asked Andrea and then answered her own question. “The scar? You put something in my neck?”

He didn't answer, just continued to stare at her, as though he were a biologist and had just discovered an interesting new species, and was deciding what to do with it. Study or destroy?

He walked away from her without saying another word. When she was sure he was gone, Andrea tried to think of some way out of her predicament. If she couldn't do anything while she was restrained, maybe she could somehow magic the restraints away. She smiled inwardly. Andrea the science teacher was relying on some sort of magic to help her. Was it any different to praying, she wondered? And she'd also done a fair amount of that in the past few days.

She closed her eyes, imagining the leather strap becoming unbuckled, just from the force of her will. She concentrated hard; repeating the image over and over in her mind until she could feel the straps loosen about her arms and legs. Once that was done, she concentrated hard on Jonathan's apartment, stifling a giggle. Would she materialize in Jonathan's apartment like something out of
Star Trek
?

A few moments, she was there, in Jonathan's apartment. He looked up from his couch and stared at the space she occupied.

“Andrea? Is it really you?”

“For heaven's sake, Jonathan! Don't just stand there! Help me!” She could feel her strength failing. Jonathan's apartment was being superimposed by the basement. Jonathan grabbed her hand and the basement disappeared completely. She was left trembling in his arms. Jonathan tilted her chin up to face him.

“My God! What happened to you?”

“There's no time. My neck, the scar. He put something in me. Cut it out. Cut it out,” she pleaded. Andrea headed towards the kitchen to hunt for a knife, anything that would get the damn thing out of her neck. Haroldson wasn't going to find her again. Ever. She thrust the knife into Jonathan's hand. “But it's not sterile!” Protested Jonathan.

“I don't care. Just get it out of me. Now.”

“It might be dangerous to remove whatever it is.”

“Please, Jonathan. Just do it. If you love me, do it.” She could almost see his hands shaking as he positioned himself behind her. He gently lifted her hair out of the way before he began to make the cut. It hurt, but not as much as what she'd already been through. She stayed as still as she could while she felt Jonathan's fingers gently extract it from her neck. Such gentle fingers for such a big man.

“What shall I do with it?”

“Get rid of it. It's a tracking device. It's how Haroldson found me. Did you know that's what it was, Jonathan?” She turned to face him, suddenly feeling very angry with him. His silence was all she needed to confirm her suspicions. How could he not have told her? Did he want her to be found by Haroldson?

She wanted to throw up. Andrea ran to the bathroom, only just making it in time. She threw up until there was nothing left, only sour spittle. The front door slammed. Jonathan. Leaving.

Nothing made sense any more.

But then, when did her life ever make any sense?

Jonathan returned around midnight. Andrea was curled up on his couch, a blanket wrapped around her. She pretended to be asleep. She wasn't sure that she could talk to him without screaming at him, at what she saw as his ultimate betrayal. He might as well have delivered her into Haroldson's hands himself.

“I know you're awake, Andrea. I thought it was for the best. I suspected the implant might be a tracking device, but I never knew. I hoped it wasn't.”

“And you were prepared to put me in danger?”

“I thought I was taking you out of danger. The cancer. I wanted to cure you. He told me it would cure you.”

“Sometimes the cure is worse than the disease.” He knelt down beside her and began to stroke her hair.

“Don't,” said Andrea and tried to move away from him. She sat up and folded her arms across her chest, as though to ward him off. Her head was beginning to ache again.

“What did you do with it?”

“It's in the river. He won't find you.”

“He won't stop looking though, will he?”

“No. We'll have to go on the run. Hide. These are for us.” Jonathan handed her a padded brown envelope. Inside were passports, credit cards, driving licences, bank accounts, all in the name of Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher. But the photos were of Jonathan and Andrea. Jonathan had thought of everything, hadn't he?

Did he know this was going to happen?

“This isn't entirely legal, is it?” Asked Andrea.

“Do you want legal or do you want to survive?”