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Posey had stayed in her room the first full day of school's trip. DC wasn't particularly interesting to the girl, and the fact that Axel had actually followed her there added to her not wanting to be out and about. Her phone buzzed, and when she picked it up and saw that it was from Axel, she had hald a mind to just ignore it, but she knew better to blow off someone with his temper. Meet me three blocks down from your hotel. We need to talk, the text read. Rolling her eyes, she slipped on her shoes and snuk out of the hotel without being caught by any one she knew.

The weather was much colder than what she had planned on, causing Posey to rush down the three blocks which lead into a much more sketchy part of the city, almost like the places she used to hang around back home. Rubbing her arms in attempt to get the blood flowing back in them, she saw a dark figure walk towards her. Her fists clenched and went to her sides in defense, but as the figure came closer she saw that it was Axel, his classic grimace on his face. "You certainly took your time getting here," he hissed at her. "I'm herre now, aren't I? What do you want, Axel," she rolled her eyes at him. Although it was late and dark, it wasn't too dark for him to miss her expression, making him grab her jaw tightly and jerk her face towads him. "I think it's about time you started being nice to me." He walked forward, causing Posey to step back until her back pressed up against a freezing brick wall. She wanted with all her being to spit a sssnarky retort, but his hand was clamped too tightly onto her jaw, and her fear of him outweighed her deisre to be a bitch. "Now, we're closer to New York here than we were in New Hampshire, I say it's time for us to head back home." Posey's hand grabbed her cell phone from her back pocket, and just in time, for seconds later his hand went to her waist, pressing her slim body to the wall.

Silently she flipped open her ancient flip-phone and pressed down on the number 6, the speed dial for Lucifer. With the phone still in her grasp and hidden behind her back, she said nothing. "Look, I had you under my control once, I can do it again, you know this, Axel threatened. "Now it's even easier with you're little friend Skylar being out of the picture. I'm glad that bitch is dead. You thought you could leave me in the fucking dust and get away with it?" His voice raised, although no one was around to hear him, or hear her breathing stagger as she tried to push him away. "Axel, let me go," she said, a hint of plea in her voice. But Axel wouldn't have it. His hand went form her jaw to her neck, his other reaching up under her shirt to her bare stomach, causing a whimper from the girl. "Axel, please," she begged. "Come on, no one's here, we're blocks away from your hotel, we could leave right now without any complications."

You know, to make sure Pain stayed safe.

Never really understood the point, but what the hell. Who wants one, I'd be willing to be a bit generous.

Pain disappeared to go to a fucking prep school?

It had begun to get a little tiresome, all the packing and unpacking for the monthly school trips. And as if that weren't bad enough, she was now roommates with not only the obnoxiously good Wendy, but of course with her twin once again. So far they had done a pearl job of avoiding each other at all costs. And by that, it was really Posey sleeping through first period so that she wouldn't have to deal with the meticulous ways of her sister preparing for the day. This particular day, they had no school thanks to winter break, but Posey still preferred to sleep in in order to avoid Poppy in the morning. The teen woke up around noon, and with a yawn and stretch, she went up and strolled to the bathroom, turning on the shower. The hot water felt so refreshing, relaxing her whole body. What a good way to wake up, she thought to herself. Stepping out, she grabbed the fluffy hotel robe that she stole from the one in Paris as she towel dried her hair. It was then that she noticed a knocking on the door. Her face turned to a confused expression, wondering just who it could be during the middle of a Thursday on winter break, when most people were back with their families, or at least doing something interesting with their lives. She apprehensively walked out of the bathroom and closer to the door, the knocking loud and consistant. "What, what, what, what?!" she hissed as she turned the handle. "What could it possibly be--" 

"Pain."

Posey stood there for a moment, her mouth ajar as she stared at the figure in front of her. Was she high? No, no she hadn't gotten high in over 12 hours, and it wasn't something that would have kept her high for this long; this wasn't a hallucination. But.. how? How was this person there, and what did they want this time? "How did you find me," She asked after a brief moment of silence. His classic smirk appeared on his face as he let himself in. "What, you're not happy to see me?" Posey stayed silent, unsure how to answer. Not snapping back with some smart retort wasn't like her, but then again, He had that way about him that made people indifferent. "Nice place ya got here, very high class, I see why you dropped everyone back home for it." Her eyes darted down for a moment, biting back her tongue. The tall dark haired guy walked around the room, touching a few things as if he were inspecting the premises. Finally, he came back around to the girl, who was standing there with her damp hair, lightly clutching to the robe to keep in closed. 

"You look.. different," he commented. "Well I just got out of the damn shower, what did you expect?" His face lowered so that his mouth was centimeters from her ear before murmuring "You act like I've never seen you like that," sending a chill down her spine. Only, not in the good way, not in the way that Kuzco made her feel. The chills her boyfriend gave her were from his soft whispers of cute nothings, things she usually snickered at before she met him. This guy, however sent chills of recollection with every word he spoke to her, like she was his pet. And in a way, she was. For so long, it was him he answered to, over even her own father. "How did you find me," she repeated, this time with a bit more volume. He snickered at her, his index trailing the side of her face. "I have my sources, you of all people should know that by now, Pain. Now why don't you be a good little hostess and offer me a place to stay?" "I'm not. I can't. There are three people in this room, where would you sleep?" she questioned, sounding a bit more bitchy than she had intended. He picked up on her tone, his dark eyes darting down to hers. "Then find a place," he hissed, his strong hand going up to her neck, but not pressing down. Just holding it there, as a reminder of his capability. "I didn't just come up to see you for a day trip, you know how long it took me to get here? Your ass should be grateful," his words hit her harshly and she rolled her eyes slightly. "Fine. There's an old abandoned clock tower thing on the other side of campus, I've heard. There should be a couch." "You want me to fucking sleep in an abandoned tower in this weather? Do I look like a damn princess?" The scruffy teen sneered at her, but somehow his smirked remained on his face clear as day. "Well if you want to risk getting caught, then you can try and find an empty room here, but I'm not helping you out with that," Posey replied. He let out a soft chuckle, raising his hands just a bit. "Okay. Fine. I'll find my own room while I'm here, happy? Now," he said, returning to his muffled tone. "Tell me you missed me." Posey stayed quiet for a while, fighting compliance with every ounce she had. Only he had a grip on her that she couldn't fight. He created her, after all. He created the mess that she was today. She didn't loathe him, necessarily, but there certainly wasn't any remaining feelings or desire to keep his attention. That had been long gone, she knew, but still she couldn't get herself to go against him. It was a weird, messed up sire-bond type thing. She couldn't help but give in to his command.