Down By The Dock [Killz]

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The food ration was low in the house. It was time to go back out. He knew Frances was most likely going to be waiting for him and quite frankly he was full of joy at the thought of seeing her. He walked up behind her and grabbed her shoulder.

"Frances?" He asked.

(occ: sorry. Have to flea bomb my house. Might be a little short for a while.)

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And it had begun. The blissfulness of his day had reached him. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. Her heat radiated onto his cold body, warming him and turning his cheeks red. Or was it just him. He looked down at her.

"Well hi to you to." Damien chuckled and caught sight of her eyes. just seeing her...words couldn't describe it. He smiled his special smile and pulled her closer, picking her up and twirling her in the air.

"Been waitin to see you. God has answered my prayer. How you been?" He kissed her forehead as he gently brought her to the ground.

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Damien enjoyed this. This moment on the docks in general. And as hard as he tried to cover it up, the missing him part made him blush.

"I've missed you to." He said. The wind picked up a little and began whisteling. It was quite. But then there were shouts. Frances looked over his shoulder and Damien turned his head around. There were a bunch of men dragging a boy out of a store. Their faces were dark red and the boy was young.

"Agreed. It probably is trouble." Damien looked at her she had a look of confusion in her eyes.

"Yeah, why not?" he replied.

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Their feet pattered down the docks almost simultaneously. Their feet created a melodic pattern and Damien loved he. She pulled him along and the noises and shouts got louder. They continued to get closer and they tried to stay quite. As the got closer the men payed little attention to the two and Frances got closer. She pushed him in front of her, and it made him feel in place. Like he should be protecting her with his life. And to be honest he would if he got the chance.

He could feel her eyeballing him. She was looking at his lips, his face, his whole entire body feature. And she began to get closer. He pretended not to notice, because if she thought that it would be a surprise he would love it that much more. She continued to pull him closer, almost turning him around.

Almost.

Suddenly she was yanked away by a strange man. At first Damien was shocked. The man began screaming at her and asking her all sorts of question. Damien walked up to him and was about to intervene until he saw the look in the mans eyes. His eyes were full of lust. And one word ran through his mind.

Rape...

Frances would be rapped. Damien yanked the man backwards by the collar of his shirt and spun the man around so fast the man could barely stay balanced. Damien did know how to fight. Extremely well from all the career training. He raised his fist and punched the man right in the jaw, not even thinking twice about it. The man fell on his back and put his hand to his jaw and gave Damien a sickly look. Damien helped Frances up as the man screamed at him.

"What the hell you little brat!"

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Frances pulled him away so fast he almost lost his balance. But he knew that if he went down, he would bring Frances with him, and that would be the end of it all. They would be caught and beaten, and Frances would be hurt. Badly. He couldn't let that happen. They continued to run and Frances continued to pull him. All he wanted to do was go back and pound the mans face in. But he couldn't. For the sake of Frances.

She pulled him into an alley that was wet with sea water. No that didn't make sense. But it was wet. He heard the mob getting closer, yelling profound things that just didn't seem right. He tried to get closer but Frances wouldn't let him. She pushed him against the wall and held him there as the mob passed right by the ally. Missing them completely. She thanked him and he wanted to protest, but she was to quick. She pressed his lips against his passionately and he was drawn in. He returned the passion to here and put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer.

There was so much in that kiss. It wasn't just the fact that she loved him and that he loved her. It was passion, thanks, happiness. Everything that a happy person should feel and more. And he loved it. He ran his hands to her back and as she released she whispered to him. The words shocked him.

"Love. I will never let anyone hurt you." He stroked her check and smiled his special smile.

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The men had passed. It was just him and Frances. She wrapped his arms around him and he was were he felt he needed to be. In her arms. He wrapped his arms around her neck and smiled. He wanted to spill his heart to her, to say the three words. But it was to soon.

"how bout that little hide out of yours?"

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When she smiled at him it filled him with warmth.

As she said 'No' Damien began to think of somewhere else they could go. As she ran her lips over his collarbone, chills ran up his spine. She yanked him along and dragged him through the town. They came upon a wall and as the scaled it easily Damien was shocked by the sudden transformation. From Middle class to negative class, the change was sudden. It was a poverty stricken little shanty town.

The feeling of the little town gave some one the fear to turn back and never look back.

Damien gulped at her question.

"Yes. I trust you."