Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 13

"Speaking of Misty, have you heard from her lately?"

"She sent me an email a couple of weeks ago from her college in Seattle, but I haven't heard from her since. Why?"

"Just wondering how she's doing."

"But you hate each other," Lucas replied.

"Not anymore, we made up before graduation."

"Seriously? When was this?"

"The day you were hospitalized for your epileptic seizure. We talked things out in the hospital waiting room."

"Well damn, there goes my fantasy."

"What fantasy?" Claudia asked.

"The fantasy I have of you two fighting naked over me while I watch."

Blinking in response, Claudia raised a brow.

"Yep. And once you two finally make up and kiss, we all join together and share some love."

"You are such a pervert."

"Oh that's one of my tamer fantasies," Lucas admitted. "If you knew everything that went on in my head, I think you'd be pretty shocked."

With a roll of her eyes Claudia smirked, then grabbed some paper towels to clean off her wet shirt.

"That's not gonna come out."

"Yeah, I know. It just feels really icky."

"You can borrow a shirt if you need one."

"Can I?" She took a sip of her Pepsi.

"Of course. I'll go get one and you can change in the bathroom."

"What's wrong with your room?" Claudia asked. "Can't I change in there?"

"Sure you can, I just didn't want you thinking I was making a move."

"I trust you, Lucas. I know you wouldn't do that."

Smiling warmly Lucas gestured for her to follow, and with drink in hand, Claudia trailed behind him. But she only made it past the threshold of the kitchen before Kimi suddenly appeared.

"Where are you going?" Grabbing Claudia's arm, Kimi kept her from going any further.

"To Lucas's room so I can change my shirt. I spilled soda all over it."

Touching the front of Claudia's top, Kimi confirmed that it was true.

"What, you don't believe me?"

"I just had to make sure," Kimi said. "Because I know you and Tristan had an argument earlier."

"Okay...and what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, I know that you're pissed at him. And I don't want you doing anything stupid in the heat of the moment."

"Come on, Kimi. You actually think I'm going to Lucas's room so that we can have sex?"

"I didn't say that, Claude. But you two have unresolved sexual tension. He knows it and you know it, so why pretend that you don't want him?"

"Wanting is one thing, but giving into sexual urges is another. I am not a cheater, nor will I ever be, alright?"

"I know you're not, sweetie. But you know how seductive he can be."

And Claudia did know, all too well.

"So I'm just letting you know that it wouldn't be worth it."

"I'm going to change my shirt, Kimi. That's all, nothing more."

"Okay Claude, I believe you." Although reluctantly, Kimi released her arm. "Change your shirt, then meet me and Ethan on the porch. We'll be out there chatting and drinking some beers."

"Sure thing, I'll only be a minute," Claudia said, and as her gaze fell back on Lucas who was further ahead, she pushed quickly through the crowd to catch up to him.

After snaking through numerous people that crowded the hall, they arrived at the door to Lucas's room. Hoping to make it inside without anyone noticing, Lucas opened the door and ushered her in. But he wasn't quick enough to shut the door behind them, because two guys with beers in their hands appeared at the threshold.

"Gonna get laid, huh Lucas?" One of them called out in a slurred tone. "Good on you, man. Enjoy that pussy."

"Shut up, Rob." A frown creased Lucas's forehead. "It's not like that, she's just coming in to change her shirt."

"Oh, yeah. Uh-huh." Rob nodded his head and gave a wink. "Change her shirt, I got it."

"You better not spread this around, understand?" Lucas's frown had deepened, lips drawing tight.

"Lips are sealed, man. I'm not gonna say nothin'."

"I'm serious, Rob. If you start any rumors I'll fuck you up."

"Chill, man. I just said that I wouldn't, didn't I?"

"Yeah, and you better be telling the truth."

Swinging the door so that it slammed in Rob's face, Lucas effectively cut him off. He then turned to face Claudia who was standing next to the bookshelf, and with a softened expression, offered an apology.

"Sorry about that. My friends can be fucking morons sometimes."

"Not a problem," Claudia replied. "I'll get dressed real quick and slip outta here."

While Lucas searched his closet for a T-shirt, Claudia casually sipped her soda and checked out the books on his shelf. Most were memoirs and literature on Native activism, but there were also a number of vintage playboys lined up.

"Wow, these are pretty old." Claudia pulled one down to check it out. "Where the heck did you find a playboy from 1992?"

"It was my dad's," Lucas replied. "He gave me a stack for my fourteenth birthday and ever since then I've just kept them around."

"You know all of these women are like in their forties now, right?"

"Hey that's cool," Lucas said with a grin. "I think cougars are fucking hot."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Claudia asked with a smile, and slipping the Playboy back onto the bookshelf, accepted the fresh T-shirt from Lucas. "Thanks."

"No problem," he said. "I'll leave the room so you can change."

Watching as he made his way to the door, Claudia waited for him to leave the room. But just as he prepared to exit he suddenly halted, turning to face her once again.

"I know this is probably none of my business or anything, but is everything okay with you tonight?"

"Not really," Claudia said. Tristan and I had a fight."

"So that's why you look sad."

"I look sad?"

"Yeah, you do." Taking a few steps forward, Lucas positioned his body so he was directly in front of her. "I can see it in your eyes, Claude. That happy gleam just Isn't there tonight."

Directing her gaze downward, Claudia stared at the shirt in her hand.

"If you don't mind me asking, what did you two fight about?"

"Me coming to this party," Claudia said while looking back up at Lucas. "As soon as I told him that you were the one giving it, he got upset and started saying stupid stuff."

"Like what?"

"That I was trying to rub it in his face."

"And were you?"

"Of course not," she said, but Lucas's gaze became probing, prompting her to let out the truth. "Alright, so maybe I was a little. But It's only because of this whole thing with him and Shauna."

"It's really eating you up, huh?"

"Yeah it is." Adopting a sullen look, Claudia felt her stomach harden. "I can accept that the baby is in his life now, but Shauna living at his parent's house is just a little too close for comfort."

"I get that," Lucas said. "It's gotta be hard having her around."

"It makes me sick to my stomach," Claudia said. "And when I told him that he just said, 'well now you know how I feel about you and Lucas'."

"What? That's not even the same thing."

"Exactly." Claudia shook her head. "Anyways, then he said how you and I have this sexual tension between us, and that we basically still want one another."

"He didn't lie about that," Lucas stated. "We do have sexual tension between us. And I think It's safe to say that if circumstances were different, we would be having sex."

Her brows rose, skin becoming tingly as she gazed up at Lucas.

"Don't look so surprised, Claude. We both know what we want."

Now her heart was beating quicker and against best efforts, she couldn't tear her eyes away from his.

"You feel it, don't you?" Lucas gazed even harder at her face.

"Feel what?"

"The sparks between us." Although it was subtle, he drew a little closer. "It's not something we can control, Claude. It's just always been there since day one."

Suddenly preoccupied with his scent, Claudia found herself wondering if it was shampoo or cologne. Although they were now mere inches apart, she felt an urge to erase all distance. Shifting her eyes to his lips, she began to wonder if he would try and kiss her and then suddenly he was leaning in, hands going to her hips so that he could hold her.

She shouldn't have allowed him to do such a thing, and a voice was screaming at her to stop him, but damned if he hadn't seemed to put some sort of spell over her.

"We can't," she managed to whisper as his lips brushed with hers, and in response he blew out a sigh, puffing air against her mouth.

"Why, Claude? It's just a kiss."

"It will turn into more and you know it," she responded.

"When you and I were together, Tristan intruded on our relationship. He kissed you on prom night, Claude. He didn't even care that you and I were a couple."

"So you want to get back at him, is that it?"

"No. I'm just saying that if we kissed it wouldn't be a big deal."

But Claudia knew that it would, because Tristan had a way of sensing these things. Not to mention he picked up on the emotions of others, so what if he could currently feel what she and Lucas were doing? Even if he wasn't able to she knew it was wrong, and taking a step backward, she gazed up at Lucas's taller form.

"I should probably get changed," she said. "People are gonna think we're doing something in here."

"But aren't we?" A crooked smile played on his lips.

"You know what I mean," Claudia said, and she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Alright, I'll leave you alone," he softly responded. "But I won't be far, so just holler if you need anything."

Claudia nodded and watched him leave the room, then checked out the T-shirt that Lucas had given her. An old concert tee that had the words 'Def Leppard' emblazoned across it, it was soft from many washings and had that vintage look to it. It also smelled faintly of cigarettes and marijuana, but it didn't bother her any so she prepared to put it on.

She was just taking her top off when the door creaked open, then shut, but since her back was facing the entrance to the room, she didn't see him walk inside. Then suddenly the light turned off and she was standing in complete darkness.

"Lucas?"

There was a click as the lock was engaged.

"Turn the lights back on, alright? I can't see anything."

No response, only the sound of feet padding softly across the carpet.

"If this is a prank, It's not a funny one."

By now she'd turned around and was squinting in the darkness, but only the outline of a moving form was visible in the dark room.

"If this Isn't Lucas, you better speak up. Or I'm going to scream really loud."

"No, you won't." The deep voice sounded smug, so self-assured and full of bravado.

"I will," Claudia told this unknown person, but the scream was trapped inside her throat, vocal chords paralyzed with fear.

"So scream." Now there was a smirk in his voice, and walking into a patch of moonlight, his form was finally revealed.

Tall, medium build, and dressed in black from head to toe, the male's frame towered over Claudia's. His hair was dark and shaggily cut, falling messily over his forehead. But it was the Gothic skeleton makeup on his face that really got Claudia's attention.

Hollow and ghoulish, the party-goer's face was astonishingly deathlike. His eyes stared at her from black sunken sockets, and an exposed teeth effect had been painted onto his lips. Genuinely creeped out, Claudia felt her stomach turn, and shifting her gaze to the window, wondered if she could make an escape.

"Yeah the window is open," he said as if reading her thoughts. "But you won't get past me, so you may as well just give in."

But could she possibly get past him? The thumping of her heart told her that fight or flight mode had been activated, but her feet weren't receiving the message that her mind was so urgently screaming.

In what seemed the span of a second he had effectively restrained her, capturing her in his arms. Struggling against him she did her best to get loose but his strength was super human, rendering her like a rag doll in his hands.

Moving towards the bed he threw her onto it, then climbed on top before pulling down her shorts and panties. She heard fabric rip as he tore her fishnet stockings, and after unzipping his own pants, pushed them down off his hips. She couldn't see his erection but she could certainly feel it, poking against the side of her thigh as he spread her legs.

"Why are you doing this?" She squeaked out as he wrapped his hand around her throat, but he only laughed and pushed harshly into her.

So rough that it stung, Claudia grimaced and cried out, eyes watering from the pain of him thrusting.

"Yeah, let me see those tears," he breathed while viciously driving in deeper. "I just love it when girls cry."

Felling as if she were being torn apart, Claudia whimpered and expelled more tears. She tried to breathe but his hand constricted her throat, effectively silencing her from making noise. It wasn't any use to fight back so she relaxed her muscles, going limp as he mercilessly pummeled her.

Not averting his gaze for even a minute, he watched her with a sadistic stare that never blinked. The black, sunken sockets of his death skull makeup were far too dark and deep for her liking. She didn't want to keep staring into their creepy vacantness, but something about his gaze was bizarrely hypnotizing.

Feeling a burn spread inside her, Claudia gritted her teeth and prayed for it to be over, but as he endlessly assaulted that most delicate place, she found herself wondering why no one had come to her rescue.

Where was Lucas and Kimi, and why hadn't they come to see about her? Had they forgotten or were they simply occupied, distracted by the party that was still in full swing? She didn't understand how she'd just been forgotten, how this demon-faced rapist could brutally violate her while her friends were in the very next room. A part of her was dying, rotting away to some unknown place, and she would probably end up pregnant because he would surely finish inside of her.

Panicked beyond belief, Claudia's heartbeat thrashed in her ears, pulse racing at the thought of carrying a rape baby. Thrusting harder, the rapist's breath fell hotly against her cheek, his penis a savage weapon that had her raw and whimpering in pain.

Then suddenly he let out a grunt and with one last brutally violent thrust, expelled his semen into her violated womb. Simultaneously horrified and grateful, Claudia waited for the rapist to pull out, but the hand around her throat remained locked, mouth lowering to speak in her left ear.

"Your fuck hole is ruined now," he whispered. "Just a tattered piece of meat that even dogs wouldn't touch."

Welling with new tears, Claudia's vision became blurred, lips twitching as she softly cried. Her body felt cold, muscles slack as the rapist pulled out, and with the nonchalance of one who had just taken a casual roll in the hay, he got off the bed and pulled his pants up.

Feeling a burning sensation, Claudia realized it was coming from her crotch, spreading through the violated opening that was now swollen and red. Remnants of ejaculate seeped from her wounded spot, making her feel disgusting and open and all used up.

Rolling onto her side, she went into the fetal position, which in turn caused the rapist to give a chuckle. But then suddenly there was a sharp knocking, loud and insistent and panicked sounding.

"Hello?"

Ears perking up at the sound of the voice beyond the door, Claudia instantly recognized it as Kimi's.

"Claude, are you still in there?" She turned the knob a few times, but it remained locked. "If you are, please say something."

Wanting to shout, scream, and cry at the same time, Claudia willed herself to give a response. But she was scared to let any words out, because the rapist was giving her a death stare.

"Open the door, Claude." It was Lucas's voice now, deep and masculine, and filled with concern. "If you don't unlock it, I'm gonna break in."

Perhaps unsettled by the sound of Lucas's manly voice, the rapist made his way to the window. Already partially open he only had to lift it higher, and climbing onto the ledge, balanced himself in a frog-like crouch.

From beyond the door, Claudia could hear Lucas and Kimi talking. Then there came the unmistakable sound of them picking the lock. Turning her gaze back on the rapist, Claudia saw he was still crouching in the window, his deathlike skeleton makeup standing out even in the dark room.

Lifting a finger to his lips he made a shushing gesture. Then with a sadistic little smile, he hopped off the ledge, disappearing into the night.

Although relieved that he was gone, Claudia was left feeling haunted, and as it suddenly hit her that she would never be the same, a tightness settled into her chest. Still trying to pick the bedroom lock from outside, Lucas and Kimi were speaking in worried tones. Claudia was certain that she heard Ethan too, but the trauma of being raped had disoriented her.

Trying to shift a muscle she did her best to get out of bed, but the pain in her crotch was excruciating, making her grit her teeth and clench the pillow. His semen trailed out of her vaginal lips, coating her thighs in a way that sickened her. But on brushing her fingers against that wounded spot, she realized it wasn't ejaculate, but rather blood.

Bright red and visible even in the darkness, its metallic scent drifted into her nostrils. Just faintly, she was aware that the door was finally being opened, and as light from the hallway flooded into the bedroom, she heard Lucas and Kimi call out to her.

Just as they entered the room, Claudia passed out.