Challenge #03: Phase Table (10) Roll the Dice (13) Oversight
Title: I See It In Your Eyes
Rewrite of: Devil's Cub by Georgette Heyer
Prompt: Roll the Dice, Oversight
Word Count: 1330
Rating: PG-13
Pairings (if any): Mara/Dylan
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/Underage): Kidnapping Plot (sort of)
Summary: Mara trades places with her sister on a late night adventure involving the biggest player in town. (Modern rewrite)
Mara Chandler had spent all summer trying to keep her sister out of trouble and away from boys who were bad news. Her little sister, Samantha Chandler, was a very beautiful girl who didn't have her head screwed on quite right. Because of this, she was a hit with the guys, but her studies suffered greatly. Mara was the brains in the family, but no one really seemed to care much. Their mother doted on Samantha instead.
Mara had stayed home that night while her mother and sister were out at parties on the town. She was sitting in the living room of their condo that the three of them shared when a note was slipped under the door.
She sat there for a moment, listening while footsteps walked away down the hallway outside the door, and then got up to pick up the note. On the front was written in a scrawling hand, "Miss Chandler."
Mara opened up the note and sat back down to read it.
My Dear Miss Chandler,
There is nothing to be done but to leave tomorrow. I hope you still would come with me, as I would love to have your company on this adventure. Please meet me tomorrow at Caffé Vittoria at midnight and bring very little. I will make sure you have everything you need. I will wait for you in my red Lexus and we will depart from there.
Yours Truly,
D
Mara stared at the note for a long time, trying to make heads or tails of it. First thing was first, this note was not for her eyes. It was obvious that it was for Samantha, as Mara hadn't had any male attention lately. Well, besides for Charlie, her cousin's wayward friend, but that didn't matter. And the 'D' the letter was signed with could only mean one person. She was being spirited away by none other than Dylan Addison, the biggest player in town, and also a guy who tended to get into a lot of fights. Mara had no doubt that he was fleeing from some offense or another.
She was sitting on the couch with the note on top of her book when a thought occurred to her. She would teach him a lesson, and save her sister from such an awful fate at the same time. She would go in Samantha's place. If she were quiet and hid her face, he would never know it wasn't Samantha. Then when they were away, she would reveal all to him. That would teach him to take innocent, stupid girls on 'adventures.'
Mara folded up the note and put it in her book as a bookmark. Her mother and sister would never find it there since neither one of them ever opened a book if they could avoid it. She left it there until the next day. It was a Sunday, and even though Samantha had school the next day, and their mother was supposed to be up for a doctor's appointment, they were both out once more and Mara was alone in the house, left to entertain herself. She spent this time writing a vague letter to her mother to explain her absence, and then packed for her 'adventure. Once she had everything she might need for a night spent elsewhere, including some cash in case she needed to find her own way back, she fixed her hair, which fortunately was the exact shade as her sister's, in a way that it hid her face and pulled up a navy blue hood over her head, concealing her identity further.
When it was fifteen minutes before midnight, she set forth on foot toward the restaurant that Dylan had specified, which was only several blocks away from their condo. She immediately saw his car parked in a space far away from the door and approached it. The locks clicked off, so she opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.
Dylan, from the peripherals of her vision, looked as handsome as ever, with his dark hair and stunning gray eyes.
He smiled when he looked at her profile. "Welcome to the first leg of our journey, my dear."
Mara only nodded. She didn't want him to guess that she wasn't Samantha.
"You're likely tired," he said and turned his keys in the ignition, bringing the car to life. "You can sleep. We'll be driving through the night."
Mara nodded again. She hoped he didn't try to converse with her after this promise of sleep, so as a hint, she settled down in the seat and rested her cheek against her backpack, as a pillow.
When she woke up, the sky was dim and red tinted. A stunning sunrise cascaded in pinks and oranges over the road before them. Mara couldn't believe she had slept most of the night.
"Rise and shine, my beauty," Dylan said when she stretched a little. "We're almost done with the first leg. You slept through most of it."
Mara didn't say anything, and kept silent until she realized that they were driving towards the ocean. She knew that the Addison family was very wealthy, and they had several properties all over the country. They even had some in other countries, but Mara wasn't sure which. The fact that they were almost to the ocean unnerved her. Where was he taking her? She would have to let him know the truth soon.
They stopped at a gas station, and while Dylan was inside getting them drinks and snacks, Mara made the decision that she would tell him when he got back. They were so close to the ocean that it was beginning to scare her. She had to say something before anything awful happened. So, she pulled down her hood and got out of the car so that he would see her when he walked back.
Dylan walked out of the gas station holding two cokes and a bag of potato chips when he saw her standing there. At first, he looked stunned, but then a cool menace crept into his eyes, and he just stared at her from over the top of the car. "You," he said. "Are not Samantha."
"No, I'm not," Mara said, meeting his eyes with a challenge. "I'm her sister, Mara. And I came instead of her to teach you a lesson."
He still looked fairly calm. "And what, may I ask, is that?"
"That you shouldn't take children away from their families. After all, my sister is only seventeen. I don't know how old you are, but I'm sure you're much older."
"I'm twenty-four," he said. "And your dear sister turns eighteen in two months. What does that matter?"
She was shocked. "Of course it matters! She's a minor, you idiot. You could end up in jail."
He shrugged. "I could end up in jail either way. So I'm asking you... what does it matter?"
"Well, you can't have her. You got me instead. Now if you don't mind, I'll just be inside the gas station sorting out how I'll be getting home." She turned to leave, but he had stormed around the car and grabbed her arm before she could walk much further.
"You think this is funny, do you?" he said, his grip getting tighter.
She remained composed. "Do you see me laughing?"
"I see it in your eyes," he spat back at her. "You think this is some hilarious joke. Well, I don't. And whether you like it or not, you're coming with me." He dragged her back to the car while she struggled, and threw her into the front seat without incidence. He then slammed the door shut and sped around to the other side where he engaged the child safety locks so she couldn't escape.
Mara sat there with her arms folded over her chest. In all of her planning, she had never dreamed that he would actually keep her. What then?
Rewrite of: Devil's Cub by Georgette Heyer
Prompt: Roll the Dice, Oversight
Word Count: 1330
Rating: PG-13
Pairings (if any): Mara/Dylan
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/Underage): Kidnapping Plot (sort of)
Summary: Mara trades places with her sister on a late night adventure involving the biggest player in town. (Modern rewrite)
Mara Chandler had spent all summer trying to keep her sister out of trouble and away from boys who were bad news. Her little sister, Samantha Chandler, was a very beautiful girl who didn't have her head screwed on quite right. Because of this, she was a hit with the guys, but her studies suffered greatly. Mara was the brains in the family, but no one really seemed to care much. Their mother doted on Samantha instead.
Mara had stayed home that night while her mother and sister were out at parties on the town. She was sitting in the living room of their condo that the three of them shared when a note was slipped under the door.
She sat there for a moment, listening while footsteps walked away down the hallway outside the door, and then got up to pick up the note. On the front was written in a scrawling hand, "Miss Chandler."
Mara opened up the note and sat back down to read it.
My Dear Miss Chandler,
There is nothing to be done but to leave tomorrow. I hope you still would come with me, as I would love to have your company on this adventure. Please meet me tomorrow at Caffé Vittoria at midnight and bring very little. I will make sure you have everything you need. I will wait for you in my red Lexus and we will depart from there.
Yours Truly,
D
Mara stared at the note for a long time, trying to make heads or tails of it. First thing was first, this note was not for her eyes. It was obvious that it was for Samantha, as Mara hadn't had any male attention lately. Well, besides for Charlie, her cousin's wayward friend, but that didn't matter. And the 'D' the letter was signed with could only mean one person. She was being spirited away by none other than Dylan Addison, the biggest player in town, and also a guy who tended to get into a lot of fights. Mara had no doubt that he was fleeing from some offense or another.
She was sitting on the couch with the note on top of her book when a thought occurred to her. She would teach him a lesson, and save her sister from such an awful fate at the same time. She would go in Samantha's place. If she were quiet and hid her face, he would never know it wasn't Samantha. Then when they were away, she would reveal all to him. That would teach him to take innocent, stupid girls on 'adventures.'
Mara folded up the note and put it in her book as a bookmark. Her mother and sister would never find it there since neither one of them ever opened a book if they could avoid it. She left it there until the next day. It was a Sunday, and even though Samantha had school the next day, and their mother was supposed to be up for a doctor's appointment, they were both out once more and Mara was alone in the house, left to entertain herself. She spent this time writing a vague letter to her mother to explain her absence, and then packed for her 'adventure. Once she had everything she might need for a night spent elsewhere, including some cash in case she needed to find her own way back, she fixed her hair, which fortunately was the exact shade as her sister's, in a way that it hid her face and pulled up a navy blue hood over her head, concealing her identity further.
When it was fifteen minutes before midnight, she set forth on foot toward the restaurant that Dylan had specified, which was only several blocks away from their condo. She immediately saw his car parked in a space far away from the door and approached it. The locks clicked off, so she opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.
Dylan, from the peripherals of her vision, looked as handsome as ever, with his dark hair and stunning gray eyes.
He smiled when he looked at her profile. "Welcome to the first leg of our journey, my dear."
Mara only nodded. She didn't want him to guess that she wasn't Samantha.
"You're likely tired," he said and turned his keys in the ignition, bringing the car to life. "You can sleep. We'll be driving through the night."
Mara nodded again. She hoped he didn't try to converse with her after this promise of sleep, so as a hint, she settled down in the seat and rested her cheek against her backpack, as a pillow.
When she woke up, the sky was dim and red tinted. A stunning sunrise cascaded in pinks and oranges over the road before them. Mara couldn't believe she had slept most of the night.
"Rise and shine, my beauty," Dylan said when she stretched a little. "We're almost done with the first leg. You slept through most of it."
Mara didn't say anything, and kept silent until she realized that they were driving towards the ocean. She knew that the Addison family was very wealthy, and they had several properties all over the country. They even had some in other countries, but Mara wasn't sure which. The fact that they were almost to the ocean unnerved her. Where was he taking her? She would have to let him know the truth soon.
They stopped at a gas station, and while Dylan was inside getting them drinks and snacks, Mara made the decision that she would tell him when he got back. They were so close to the ocean that it was beginning to scare her. She had to say something before anything awful happened. So, she pulled down her hood and got out of the car so that he would see her when he walked back.
Dylan walked out of the gas station holding two cokes and a bag of potato chips when he saw her standing there. At first, he looked stunned, but then a cool menace crept into his eyes, and he just stared at her from over the top of the car. "You," he said. "Are not Samantha."
"No, I'm not," Mara said, meeting his eyes with a challenge. "I'm her sister, Mara. And I came instead of her to teach you a lesson."
He still looked fairly calm. "And what, may I ask, is that?"
"That you shouldn't take children away from their families. After all, my sister is only seventeen. I don't know how old you are, but I'm sure you're much older."
"I'm twenty-four," he said. "And your dear sister turns eighteen in two months. What does that matter?"
She was shocked. "Of course it matters! She's a minor, you idiot. You could end up in jail."
He shrugged. "I could end up in jail either way. So I'm asking you... what does it matter?"
"Well, you can't have her. You got me instead. Now if you don't mind, I'll just be inside the gas station sorting out how I'll be getting home." She turned to leave, but he had stormed around the car and grabbed her arm before she could walk much further.
"You think this is funny, do you?" he said, his grip getting tighter.
She remained composed. "Do you see me laughing?"
"I see it in your eyes," he spat back at her. "You think this is some hilarious joke. Well, I don't. And whether you like it or not, you're coming with me." He dragged her back to the car while she struggled, and threw her into the front seat without incidence. He then slammed the door shut and sped around to the other side where he engaged the child safety locks so she couldn't escape.
Mara sat there with her arms folded over her chest. In all of her planning, she had never dreamed that he would actually keep her. What then?