Fatal Attraction. . .

Chapter One.

Sydney watched as he entered the class room.
He was new. . .
She leaned back in her chair watching as he approached the desk his leather briefcase a dark navy very similar to the dark Armani Suit he was wearing.
The entire idea was so ridiculous. . .
How could someone like him be her new teacher?
'I would love him to teach me' Sydney mused.
'But not science. . .'
No presently she'd rather have him take her from this boring, annoying class room and teach her skills. . .
That were normally only aquired in a bedroom.
He set his briefcase down on the desk and faced the class, a group of bored and preposterously rich kids.
"My Name is Julian Sark.
As you all must know i am new here." he began his almost feminine eyebrows raised disdainfully.
"Today we talk about the dynamics of Reproduction."
he continued as he began to write on the blackboard.
Sydney held her hand up and Stared up at him with her eyebrows raised innocently.
"May. . I ask a question. . .Sir. . " she exaggerated the last word in her sentense and heard her friend Kelly Peyton Laugh sarcastically.
Sark slowly approached her desk.
"Ms Bristow? Yes you may go ahead." he said coming to stand next to her desk.
"How does one reproduce?" she asked batting her eyelashes innocently up at him.
For one brief moment he almost seemed caught off guard by her bold question.
Then he slowly leaned forward his evil cunning blue eyes peering into hers.
"What type of mammal are you talking about Ms Bristow?" he drawled.
She smiled wickedly.
"Why the human of course."
He stared at her for a long moment before replying.
"Sexual intercourse is obviously the most common way. . ." he began.
She smiled and held her hand up.
"Thank you so much. . .Sir." she purred and she could see he was trying not to laugh.

After class was over and all the students had left Sydney slithered up to his desk.
"Mr Sark. . .May i ask you for a favour?" she asked her mouth in a pretty pout.
He glanced up from the papers on his desk and studied her with abandon.
She felt herself flush slightly as he glanced at her low cut blouse.
"Yes." he said eventually.
"Can you tutor me? Please? Im really falling behind in my studies." she pouted.
He considered this pondering the fact that he knew he shouldnt agree after all no
Teacher was allowed to tutor their students individually. . .
"Yes. . .Ok Sydney i will . . "
"Hows tonight?" she asked quickly.
He raised his eyebrows.
"Tonight is fine Sydney."
she grinned at him and then sashayed out of the class room.
Peyton was waiting for her.
"He's perfect for you. . .
Just your type actually." Peyton laughed a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"He's married. . .To an extremely boring woman. . .And get this. He appears to be even richer than your mother."
Sydney laughed.
"Corrupting him shouldnt be so hard then." she mused.
Then she frowned.
"Damn! My mom wants me to go on some stupid Rambaldi retrieving mission tonight. . .I already made a date with Sark though. . ."
Peyton raised her eyebrows.
"A Date?"
Sydney smiled.
"Yes. . .Definately. . . "


Review and if you would like a pm please dont be shy to ask!
 
who is Sark's wife? Lauren or...

anyway, this is so good, the best fic in a long time. please update this story. And soon
 
Chapter Two.

Sark watched bored as Lauren Reed 'his wife' bustled around the already neatly tendered living room.
"Why can Maria ever listen to me? I told her not to put the cushions like that!" Lauren complained petulantly as she rearranged it.
"Maria is actually normally quite helpful." Sark commented dryly.
Sydney would be arriving in ten minutes for her daily tutoring and Sark prefered if Lauren wasnt home when Sydney arrived. . .
"Darling perhaps you should go to your meeting. After all you wouldnt want the other members of the country club to be upset with you love?"
Lauren Sighed.
"Youre right Julian. I should go now."
she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek and much to his relief she swept out the door.
Sark watched her go his eyes narrowed.
She was an extremely annoying woman indeed.
Not to mention that she was completely unintuitive in bed.
Something which got on Sark's nerves rather often these days. . .
* ~ *
"Your progress is actually quite stunning." Sark complimented Sydney as they both sat close together at his desk in his office.
She ducked her head almost shyly her lovely brown hair curtaining her face.
Sark watched her with barely veiled intrest.
She was quite an extraordinary package. . .
At first she had seemed so bold to him. . .
Almost fast. . .The kind of girl who got around alot.
Yet in the past few days she seemed to be almost shy around him.
Blushing at his praise something which he hadnt expected from her.
"May i use the bathroom?" she asked softly as she reached for her bag.
"Off course." he said and directed her.
She disappeared from his office and he looked down at her work reviewing it again.
His silent reverie was broken when he felt her lean over his chair her breath warm against his neck.
"Sark. . .I really want to pay you back for everything. . .For all the help. . ."
she breathed huskily.
He smirked and swivelled around to face her.
"That really isnt nescessary Sydney. . ." he began but stopped abruptly at the sight that met his eyes.
She stood in front of him in just her underware, a delicate little black, see through bra and panties.
Her hair was up in a chignon a few tendrils hanging gently in her face.
Her cheeks were flushed. .
Her bosom heaving slightly as she was breathless.
His breath hitched in his throat and his own breathing grew shallow as she easily slid onto his lap, straddling him.
"Sydney. . I. . ." he began all too aware of how wrong this was. . .
"Tell me you dont want me. . .Sark." she whispered seductively as she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra.
Sark leaned back, . .And exhaled deeply as her full supple breasts bounced in front of him.
She began to rock her self on his lap and his entire body ached to just lean a little closer. . .
To taste her.
Her hands were already reaching for his belt when he knew he couldnt let this happen.
"No." he said the single word simply as if he was saying no a product that had just been offered to him in a grocery store.
However it took every grain of his self restraint to say this. . .
Her hands stopped and she froze.
"What?. . Why?" she asked her voice baffled.
He pushed her off his lap and stood back staring at her.
"No Sydney. I wont do this to you." he's voice had grown almost cold.
Anger, rage and utter humiliation filled Sydney as she stood there watching him.
"You. . .You dont want me?" she seethed.
He shook his head.
"You know its not that Sydney."
If he did what his heart was telling him to do Sydney would be lying on his bed pinned down by none other than himself.
But he couldnt do that to her.
He wouldnt. . .And couldnt use her like that.
Sark watched reluctantly as She began to dress then her back turned to him.
He reached out to touch her shoulder and she recoiled.
She faced him her lovely brown eyes smouldering.
"Dont you dare touch me." she seethed his rejection stinging her deeply.
"Is this really what you the want Sydney?"
Sark asked her his voice harsh.
His implication was clear . .
And in reality he was being kind.
He did not want to use her for his own personal needs
he did want her. . .
There was no doubt of that.
She didnt reply.
Just glared at him ferociously. . And stalked out of his office without a second glance . . .
* ~ *
 
Sydney was utterly fuming with rage.
She adjusted the little skimpy dress she was wearing and drew in a sharp breath.
Had he actually rejected HER?
How could he?
Nobody had ever rejected her. . .
Grr. . Sydney was going to make him pay. . .
She didnt care how but she was going to ruin his life. . .
Her thought process was halted when she heard a voice on her comm link.
She was actually on a mission in Paris.
More appropriately said she was here to retrieve a Rambaldi artifact at her mothers request.
Sydney still couldnt that her mother had actually sent 'Alexander Khasinau' as her partner?!
Really. . That guy was a relic.
"Its confirmed. The artifact in is in Mr Swensons office."
Khasinau spoke though the comm and Sydney slunk past the guests milling around in the fancy mansion.
It was was a party that Mr Swensen was hosting. . .
She slipped up the stairs and managed to evade detection as she stealthily made her way down the ornately oak panelled long corridor to his office.
Once there she set to work on the safe.
She had the code cracked in minutes, she quickly pulled out the Rambaldi ancient box, closed the safe and replaced the painting.
then with a wicked grin she stepped back and surveyed her handiwork.
The painting looked like it had never been moved. . .
Just then the door swung open and Sydney leapt under the desk.
She glanced out and realised it was Khasinau.
"Mountineer. . .We have been detected." he said his normally controlled voice panicked.
She was about to step back out again when the door silently opened again.
Sydney watched in horror as the person raised his silencer gun and shot Khasinau in the chest three times.
"You really never were that good." a dry voice said sarcastically.
Sydney barely managed to stifle a cry of shock and surprise.
Sark! It was his voice.
The clipped british accent was unmistakeable.
She felt a strange trembling wash over her as she watched as Sark casually kicked Khasinau who was now on the floor.
Khasinau groaned in pain and Sydney winced.
Normally she hated Khasinau. . He was weird and creepy. .
But she couldnt help feeling sorry for him right now.
Sark bent down and looked Khasinau in the eyes.
"You have killed so many people. . .Tell me. . How does it feel to die?" Sark murmured seeming to almost gain a sick pleasure from watching Khasinau.
Khasinau didnt say anything.
Just stared up at Sark and gasped in pain.
Sark smiled. . .Baring his perfect teeth.
"Im sorry i dont have all night." he muttered and then Sydney whimpered as Sark stood up to his full length . . .
And shot Khasinau one final time
effectively killing him.
Sark then sidestepped him and began to work on the safe.
Sydney heard him exhale as he realised the artifact was already gone.
He quickly closed the safe and then went to leave the room but stopped abruptly at the head of the desk.
Her heart was pounding. . .
Her breathing shallow.
If it came to it she knew she could easily take him on. . . .
He left.
Sydney sighed softly and stepped out from under the desk her mind whirling.
Sark. . .
He wasnt at all what she thought he was.
She glanced down at Khasinau's still body.
At least Sark had put him out of his misery.
In some strange and sick way Sydney was all the more intrigued by Sark now . . . .

Reviews would be appreciated.
 
ooh man that was good!

Why is Sark married to Lauren? WHY?!

So what is Sydney going to do?... I'm waiting...
 
Chapter Three.
Sark stared tiredly as Mekenna Cole Interrogated him.
"Who do you think beat you too the artifact?" Cole asked for the millionth time.
Sark barely suppressed a hiss of frustration.
"If i knew that then i wouldnt be standing here now." Sark snapped massaging his temples.
If only he could get his hands on the person who stole that artifact. . . .
He would really get nasty. . .
"So hows the bitch doing?" Cole asked conversationally.
Sark raised his perfectly manicured eyebrows.
"You mean Lauren? Well really Cole you should know by now. . .
When exactly does this god forsaken mission with her end?
Really . .Im so utterly bored with her." Sark sighed.
Cole smiled widely.
"Well Sark that depends on you really. . We really need more information on her dealings with the NSC. . "
"How much more information?
I've been feeding you with everything she's done in the last year! Im so sick of seeing her face that i might give into the temptation to take things into my own hands." Sark
threatened his voice ice cold.
Cole stared at him for a long moment.
"You know you cant hurt her. . " he began and Sark began to laugh chillingly.
"Tell me Cole? When have i ever played by the rules?"
*~ *
Sydney stared down the long road, her mind whirling.
She was walking home from school. . .
Irina had offered to pick her up but Sydney needed the time to think. .
Especially after seeing Sark at his best teaching the entire class room about a subject as mundane as science.
After seeing Sark killing Khasinau. . .
She could still picture it. . .
Sark's slim fingers on the trigger. .
Moments before he snuffed the life out of a man he barely knew. . .
And it was the casual way he killed. .
So emotionless.
It throghly thrilled Sydney to her very core. . .
And yet it also sickened her.
She pulled her slim jersey closer and was startled when she realised that there was a car idling up behind her on the road.
She spun around and her eyes widened as she saw a black Mercedes convertible. .
Sark leaned slightly out of the window.
"Sydney. . Please let me give you a ride home. . ."
he called out staring at her with intrest.
She turned around and flashed him a cold smile.
"Get lost Teacher." she sneered and then spun around.
She was inwardly laughing as she heard him revving the engine as he tried to keep his car in line with the sidewalk.
"Sydney. . .Please . .Its going to be raining soon. . ."
he spoke again and she was shocked to actually hear desperation in his normally cocky voice.
Just then the heavens opened up and it began to pour.
Sydney stopped walking abruptly as she stood still and stared up at the sky.
Sark angled the car until he was next to her.
"So love? Wanna hop in?" Sark smirked his arrogance back in full force as he realised he had won the battle.
She glared at him for a long moment.
Home was still a good few blocks away. . .
Sure. .She could make it.
But did she really want to?
She wordlessy went to the passengers side door and entered the car.
She tried not to sigh out loud at how good the lovely bucket leather seats felt like.
She relaxed her shoulders and glanced up as she caught him staring at her.
"Youre shivering. . ." he murmured as he began to pull of his expensive suit jacket.
Wait a second. . .
He better not be. . .
He reached around her,
his fingers brushing her bare skin as he pulled the jacket onto her thin shoulders.
She shivered at his strangely delicate touch. . .
"Get your hands off me . ."
she snapped trying her best to not let her blush show. . .
He slowly moved away back into his own seat a small smile curling up his delicious crooked pale pink lip.
"You really didnt seem to mind my hands on you. . Last night."
he murmured his voice low and seductive.
She looked away her heart pounding and her cheeks flushed.
No other man had the ability to make her feel this way. .
What was it about him?
"Sydney. . ?" he again was leaning into her personal space.
She looked up finally her brown eyes challenging as he cupped her face staring deeply into her eyes.
He then reached forward and kissed her.

Chapter Three.
Sark stared tiredly as Mekenna Cole Interrogated him.
"Who do you think beat you too the artifact?" Cole asked for the millionth time.
Sark barely suppressed a hiss of frustration.
"If i knew that then i wouldnt be standing here now." Sark snapped massaging his temples.
If only he could get his hands on the person who stole that artifact. . . .
He would really get nasty. . .
"So hows the bitch doing?" Cole asked conversationally.
Sark raised his perfectly manicured eyebrows.
"You mean Lauren? Well really Cole you should know by now. . .
When exactly does this god forsaken mission with her end?
Really . .Im so utterly bored with her." Sark sighed.
Cole smiled widely.
"Well Sark that depends on you really. . We really need more information on her dealings with the NSC. . "
"How much more information?
I've been feeding you with everything she's done in the last year! Im so sick of seeing her face that i might give into the temptation to take things into my own hands." Sark
threatened his voice ice cold.
Cole stared at him for a long moment.
"You know you cant hurt her. . " he began and Sark began to laugh chillingly.
"Tell me Cole? When have i ever played by the rules?"
*~ *
Sydney stared down the long road, her mind whirling.
She was walking home from school. . .
Irina had offered to pick her up but Sydney needed the time to think. .
Especially after seeing Sark at his best teaching the entire class room about a subject as mundane as science.
After seeing Sark killing Khasinau. . .
She could still picture it. . .
Sark's slim fingers on the trigger. .
Moments before he snuffed the life out of a man he barely knew. . .
And it was the casual way he killed. .
So emotionless.
It throghly thrilled Sydney to her very core. . .
And yet it also sickened her.
She pulled her slim jersey closer and was startled when she realised that there was a car idling up behind her on the road.
She spun around and her eyes widened as she saw a black Mercedes convertible. .
Sark leaned slightly out of the window.
"Sydney. . Please let me give you a ride home. . ."
he called out staring at her with intrest.
She turned around and flashed him a cold smile.
"Get lost Teacher." she sneered and then spun around.
She was inwardly laughing as she heard him revving the engine as he tried to keep his car in line with the sidewalk.
"Sydney. . .Please . .Its going to be raining soon. . ."
he spoke again and she was shocked to actually hear desperation in his normally cocky voice.
Just then the heavens opened up and it began to pour.
Sydney stopped walking abruptly as she stood still and stared up at the sky.
Sark angled the car until he was next to her.
"So love? Wanna hop in?" Sark smirked his arrogance back in full force as he realised he had won the battle.
She glared at him for a long moment.
Home was still a good few blocks away. . .
Sure. .She could make it.
But did she really want to?
She wordlessy went to the passengers side door and entered the car.
She tried not to sigh out loud at how good the lovely bucket leather seats felt like.
She relaxed her shoulders and glanced up as she caught him staring at her.
"Youre shivering. . ." he murmured as he began to pull of his expensive suit jacket.
Wait a second. . .
He better not be. . .
He reached around her,
his fingers brushing her bare skin as he pulled the jacket onto her thin shoulders.
She shivered at his strangely delicate touch. . .
"Get your hands off me . ."
she snapped trying her best to not let her blush show. . .
He slowly moved away back into his own seat a small smile curling up his delicious crooked pale pink lip.
"You really didnt seem to mind my hands on you. . Last night."
he murmured his voice low and seductive.
She looked away her heart pounding and her cheeks flushed.
No other man had the ability to make her feel this way. .
What was it about him?
"Sydney. . ?" he again was leaning into her personal space.
She looked up finally her brown eyes challenging as he cupped her face staring deeply into her eyes.
He then reached forward and kissed her.
 
The entire experience was almost euphoric. . .
He was like the most addictive drug, his tongue slipping cleverly into her mouth and exploring every crevice there until she moaned in ecstacy.
His hands were reaching for the buttons on her shirt and she could feel his warm fingers play with the soft skin just below her neck. . .
She barely held back a whimper as he pulled back his breathing shallow as he stared into her eyes.
She looked back at him and her heart raced at the raw and almost primal lust that lurked there in his endless blue eyes.
Then abruptly he turned back to the windscreen.
"I should probably take you home." he said his voice clipped and she was shocked at how easily he could compartmenteralize his emotions. .
Just a few a seconds ago he had looked like he was about to jump her. .
And now he was back to business.
He was playing a game. . .
Or perhaps they both were playing a game and
Sydney couldnt wait for the next move. . . .
* ~*
"Sydney. . .Theres something i have to tell you. . ." Irina began her voice unusally heavy and dreadful.
Sydney sullenly glanced up at her mother.
She was sitting across from her in her mother's office.
"Please tell me this isnt Rambaldi related." Sydney said sarcastically.
Irina paused then briefly.
"Actually in a small way . . Yes it is." Irina said.
Sydney rolled her eyes.
"Sydney. . You have a sister."
"What?!" Sydney said stunned as her mother pushed a picture across the desk of a young girl.
"You have to bring her in Sydney. I want her home. . .She is currently being held hostage in a hospital and this Doctor is having a field day running experiments on her. .
Simply because she is a the passenger."
Irina said bitterly as she flung another picture across the desk.
Sydney mutely picked it up and stared at the dark haired man who was wearing a white lab coat.
"He's name is Micheal Vaughn.
He is insane and he's been torturing Nadia with various experimental drugs." Irina said bitterly.
She then leaned across the desk and stared pleadingly into Sydney's eyes.
"Sydney. . You have to do this for me. . Please. . .
I promise i will explain everything to you after."
Sydney stared back into her mother's depthful dark eyes.
Somehow she knew she couldnt refuse her. .
* ~*
Argentina.

Sydney had effectively knocked the lously two guards on duty at the front desk.
'They were so easy.' Sydney sneered as she skulked around the darkened hospital corridor.
Finally she came to a room marked private.
Sydney silently opened the door and snuck into the room.
She stood for a moment staring at the hospital bed.
The same girl in the picture lay there. . .
Her sister.
"Well you werent so hard to find." Sydney spoke to the appearently asleep girl.
"But you were." a unexpected voice spoke up from behind her.
Sydney spun around. .
And gasped as the man swiftly grabbed her and pressed a gun to her forehead.
"Tell me. . .What exactly are you doing here miss?"
Micheal Vaughn said harshly as he viciously squeezed her wrists. . . .


Please Review!
 
Fatal Attraction.

Sydney gasped as Micheal Vaughn Tightened his grip on her throat.
"You want the passenger. . .Dont you?" he asked his green eyes narrowed.
Sydney clenched her teeth.
"Get your. . Hands Off ME!" She hissed and then pivoted to the left taking him by surprise.
He stumbled back slightly then raised his gun aiming it at her.
Sydney froze her eyes settling on the deadly object in his hands.
"Dont move." Vaughn warned her as he slowly approached.
"I didnt realise that is how you encourage woman to date you Dr Vaughn."
There was a distinct sound of a gun being cocked.
Sydney's head whipped up as she looked at the person with the cool british accent who had spoken.
"Sark!" she yelled.
He looked up then and only then recognised her for the first time.
His blue eyes widened in shock and he actually seemed to freeze.
Then. . .
"What the hell are you doing here!" they both yelled at each other at the exact same time.
A small smile graced his pale lips as he coolly regarded her.
Meanwhile Vaughn took their distraction as a plan to escape.
He gave Sydney one last look and then hurried out of the room.
Sydney, seeing this happen yelled.
"Sark! Shoot him."
Sark however just stood there his gaze fixed on her flushed face.
"Why. . .You should have shot him!" Sydney cried out in disbelief as she watched Vaughn escape.
"And Why should i do that Ms Bristow?" Sark inquired his eyebrows raised in disdain.
Sydney barely restrained herself from stomping her feet like a spoilt child.
"Because. . .Because he was a bad man." she eventually said as she thought of Nadia.
Sark began to advance on Sydney slowly.
"Im a bad man to Sydney. . .
What are you going to do? Shoot me to?" he asked his voice now dropping to an inviting murmur.
Sydney swallowed watching as he approached her.
"You never guessed what i was huh?" she asked allowing herself a small smile of triumph.
Sark shook his head and moved closer.
"No. . But im sure you never knew about me either Sydney." he laughed.
She leaned against the wall and smiled smugly.
"Oh i knew. Remember Paris?" she asked nonchalantly.
He froze slightly his eyes narrowing.
"You. . .You stole the artifact?" he asked in disbelief and she could see the anger simmering in his eyes.
"Yes. . ." she smiled slowly and walked right up to him so close that their noses almost touched.
"Would you like me to make it up to you Sark. . . ." She asked as she seductively licked her lips and pulled on his tie.
She smiled inwardly as his breath hitched.
"Yes. . .Actually i really want nothing more right now than that. . ." he murmured and kissed her.
It wasnt a gentle kiss.
No infact they was nothing loving about the way she pulled and threaded her fingers through his hair. . .
The way their tongues dueled both fighting for attention.
Sark slid his one hand down her neck and to her brest cupping it gently.
Sydney moaned in pleasure pressing herself as close as she could to his body.
Then gasped into his mouth as he almost viciously tweaked her nipple.
She shoved his body against the wall, her hand traveling down his chest and to his trouser.
She slipped her fingertips between his toned legs. . .
And sure enough as she expected he was hard.
Smiling Sydney gently squeezed his length.
Sark gasped and arched into her hand.
He eventually broke the kiss and leaned forward to whisper in her ear.
"Have i ever told you before Sydney. . .Youre the best student i've ever tutored." he whispered erotically as his other hand moved to her other breast.
Sydney smiled wickedly.
"Well. . .Will you spank me if i misbehave?" she asked innocently.
He groaned.
"I think i'd prefer to do other. . More inportant things. . ." he gasped as he began to move against her hand.
Thats when he felt it.
The cold metal of a handcuff.
Sark's eyes snapped open as he glanced down at his wrist.
Why that little. . . .
He gave a shout of disbelief as he realised she had cuffed his hand to a metal pipe.
Sydney stepped back from him laughing temptuously.
He nearly cried out at the loss of her hand on his throbbing length.
Drawing in a gasp of breath he glared at her.
"You. . .What the hell do you think youre doing?" he hissed.
Smiling and still breathless she stepped back and made her way to Nadia's still form.
"Sorry Sark. . .But i have a mission to do. . .Maybe we can get together some other time?" she teased as she gently lifted Nadia of the bed.
The poor little girl just whimpered in pain as Sydney gently eased her into a wheelchair.
Sark watched the entire scene seething.
He was furious at himself.
'How could i have let myself get so carried away by her?' he asked himself frustrated as he yanked on the handcuff.
Sydney placed Nadia by the door and then glided back up to Sark.
"Well i guess this is goodbye for now. . .But dont worry if you want i can call your mummy to come free you. . .If you like." Sydney gloated enjoying the trapped look on his normally arrogant face.
She reached down and patted his hard erection patronisingly.
He growled in response shutting his eyes.
"Goodbye Sugar!" she called out laughing triumphantly as she walked out.
* * *
Two Days Later. . .
"Sydney!" Irina Derevko called out, her voice nearly frantic.
"What is it?" Sydney asked as she stepped into Nadia's makeshift hospital room.
Irina was staring at Nadia's unconcious form with a look verging on panic.
"Sydney. . .She's dying." Irina said bleakly.
Sydney's eyes widened in horror.
"Why! That cant be?" she began.
"She needs her medication.
When i told you to extract her i failed to ask you to check the area for what medication Dr Vaughn was administrating to her. . . .
Without that medication. . .Her body will go into Cardiac Arrest." Irina completed.
Sydney froze then her mind whirling with all the possibilites.
She suddenly became aware of her mobile ringing.
"Sydney." she answered distractedly as she stepped out of the room.
"Sydney. . . .You sound a little preoccupied." A cool british voice filled her ear.
Sydney froze and leaned against the wall heavily.
"What do you want?" she asked breathlessly.
Sark smiled slowly pausing to glance down at his still chaffed, raw wrist.
"I have your precious little sisters medication. . ." Sark drawled.
Sydney cried out slightly tightening her grip on the phone.
"Now. . .The big question remains. . .Why should i give it to you?" Sark's voice was pure ice. . .
It sent shivers down Sydney's spine.
This was definately not going to be easy. . . .
 
Back
Top