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I've come for what is mine [ZOMBiiE x Nurse]

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It had been days since Dylan had last seen any signs of civilization, and this wasn't exactly the most civilized place he'd ever been. The man who was once used to a life of luxury and pleasure since he was a child had left that all behind for the last 3 months to track down the love of his life who had left him only hours after their own wedding. But thanks to a large sum of money and devotion he had managed to track the girl back to this little backwater town in the middle of nowhere. Whether or not his information was correct Dylan still did not know, but he had hoped to see her soon and that was enough to bring him here to this desolate little town. He had traveled for weeks on horseback surviving on nothing but what he could either hunt or scavenge off other travelers who had fallen victim to the desert heat. But from the look of the town, he would be a lot better off if he had just died in desert.

The man pulled himself off of his horse slowly as he entered the little town and made his way down the main street. He didn't even know where to start looking, he couldn't even imagine his love being in such a town, but he had to hope that she was here, or else he would have to start looking all over again. But he decided to start his search at the local saloon, he could ask around if anybody had seen her around town. It wasn't long before he was able to find a little shack-like three story building with the word "Saloon" written above the doorway. After tying off his horse and placing a six-shooter carefully in his holster and making sure it was loaded, the large man walked slowly towards the door and pushed it open, taking a look inside a strange stench filled his nostrils as he entered the room.

Dylan wasn't a bad looking man, he stood around 6 feet tall and had a rather muscular build. Although he wasn't the most active man he was blessed with good genes which allowed him to easily prepare for the journey. He had dark brown hair which came down just above his eye-level, which showed off his almond-shaped green eyes quite well. Although his skin was naturally quite pale it was now sunburned in areas such as his nose and cheeks quite badly. He wore a dark brown longcoat that came down just above his knees which hid most of his body. Temporarily the man might even be able to fit in with this little crowd, but remnants of his old life still remained. Under his coat he wore a rather nice pair of pants and shirt which had torn a little since he left, but still quite nice.
 
Lucy had to get out of her wedding. She didn't even want to be there in the first place. Her father had just died and had written it in his will that he wanted her to be with Dylan. Ugh, Dylan. That man made her sick to her stomach. He was disgustingly obsessed with Lucy and the woman wanted nothing to do with him. They'd known each other since they were children, but now that Lucy was eighteen she wanted him out of her life permanently. Unfortunately she was roped into a shotgun marriage with him, something he'd apparently had planned and was just waiting to pull it off until she gave it to him (or was ultimately pushed into it).

After the wedding Lucy was told to 'ready herself' for the wedding night. She readied herself by packing all of her belongings and taking off on a train that took her to Chicago. After that she joined a caravan and eventually ended up in some dusty old town somewhere in Oklahoma. There she made her way as a saloon dancing girl. It was a rough life and not the one that she'd envisioned for herself, but at least she was away from the tyrannical Dylan. Lucy'd even managed to keep her virginity and her dignity, she hadn't had to reduce herself to a saloon whore yet.

The day that Dylan happened upon Lucy's dusty old town she was dancing atop the bar. She had a deep scarlet gown on, her breasts nearly tumbling out of the bodice. The skirt was hitched up so that her petticoats could be seen and the sleeves were anything but modest. Her dark brown hair was piled atop her head in a mass of curls and her honey colored eyes danced with false joy as she moved to the tune the pianist was playing.

She looked up and saw Dylan standing in the doorway. All of the color drained from her face and she quickly jumped down from the bar, making some excuse to the patrons and motioning for another girl to jump up, which she immediately did. Lucy ran up the stairs to her room, hoping that Dylan hadn't seen her.
 
Noticing a little commotion over at the other side of the room Dylan didn't pay too much attention to what had happened. But out of the corner of his eye he could see someone familiar, but he didn't quite notice it was Lucy, she looked so much different from when he had last seen her. He slowly made his way over to the bar and sat atop on of the large stools and ordered a drink. Several seconds later an old glass was placed infront of him and he took a sip, the taste of cheap liquor was something he would never get used to. He gave a little cough and choke before putting the glass back down on the bar. "Excuse me, bartender. I'm looking for a girl, she might have came to town about a month ago." he then continued to describe Lucy until the bartender gave out a laugh and mumbled a room number.

With a little shock on his face, the man stood up off the stool and went off up the stairs, taking his glass with him. He was soon standing infront of a large wooden door, still not believing that his little Lucy would ever work in such a place. "Lucy?" he asked cautiously, still not believing it could be his Lucy, the little girl he had known since childhood. The girl he was due to marry, the pretty little girl who he had loved for so long. "Lucy, it's me Dylan." he mumbled as he knocked on the door one more time.
 
Lucy had started packing her things again the second she got to her room. She was busily stuffing gowns and petticoats and corsets into her trunk, not caring about wrinkling or bending. She just wanted to get out of there before Dylan realized she was there. And then she heard a knock on her door and heard his voice. She froze for a moment, the color draining from her face again. Shit, shit, shit, shit!

She cleared her throat and tried to make her voice sound higher than it was, "I'm sorry! My name is Lucy, but...I don't know any Dylan!" she hoped that he would believe the voice and just go away. How had he found her?! She had gone through great pains to make sure that she was so far away from him and his luxurious life that he would never try to find her.
 
"Please, can I just see you?" he asked, her voice did sound different, but it wasn't too far from his little Lucy's voice. "Please I just need to make sure you aren't her." he added as he slumped down against the wall, waiting for her response. He knew in his head that it had to be his Lucy. It just had to be her, he tried so far and came so far. If he had been following the wrong girl the whole time, he wouldn't know what to do. He had spent most of money on the trip across the country and on supplies. He didn't have much of a life to go back to anyways. "Please" he paused "... I just need to see your face." he spoke as a large man down the hall noticed him and started to walk towards Dylan, was this man coming to take Dylan out of the saloon? He wouldn't just go, he'd come so far for her...
 
He sounded so vulnerable. So tired, so worn. Not the tyrannical, controlling, violent Dylan that she had known before. Her heart was beating wildly as she tried to decide what to do. She took a deep breath and finally made a choice. She went over to the window and opened it wide, wide enough that she could run across the room and fling herself out it if Dylan tried anything on her. He would know it was her as soon as he saw her face and she would have to run. She padded over to the door and opened it slowly, not saying a word.
 
The man soon passed by without even saying a word to Dylan, who's heart was pounding so fast and hard in his chest. "Please, Lucy just open the door." he demanded a bit angered by the girl who refused to do as he had asked. His fist met with the door, pounding down and making a loud thud against the wood, nearly knocking the door back in the room. "I know it's you Lucy, why did you leave me?" he demanded an answer to why he had even chased her out into this wasteland.
 
Lucy jumped when Dylan banged on the door. She opened the door and looked at him there down on the floor. Her face was pale and almost sickly from her fear of him. "You know why, Dylan," she whispered softly, one foot set behind her so that she could bolt away and jump out the window. "Because I don't love you. I don't want to be with you. You just have to accept that and move on."
 
In shock Dylan pushed the door wide open and grabbed the girl quickly by her shoulder. "I have given everything I have to you, I gave myself up for you. And you just run away and become a whore!" he yelled and threw her down on the bed and turned to close the door behind him. "Of all places, why would you come to this shit hole?!' he was half screaming. Once he was finished closing the door, he put his arms up against it trying to calm down. He just couldn't understand why she would rather be with dirty old men then him. "I just can't believe you did this." he mumbled under his breath, staring at the wooden door with his arms folded above his head, not paying much attention to the girl.
 
Lucy screeched when he rumbled into the room and threw her back to her bed. She scrambled up onto it, her eyes wide with terror. "I am not a whore!" she yelled back in defense. "I dance, that's all! You can ask the owner. He's tried to be me many times and I've never let him!" she rolled off of the bed and started edging towards the window. "I came here because I thought you'd wouldn't look this far! I've kept my purity and my dignity, even from you!"
 
"Lucy I would go anywhere and do anything for you." he mumbled as he turned around to find her moving slowly towards the open window. Angered, he stomped forward and slammed the window closed. He grabbed he by the arm and pushed her up onto the bed. "Now I want you back." he told her as he held her down a bit too rough. He pushed himself closer to give her a kiss, pushing her hands out of the way and planting his own lips down on her's giving her a warm kiss which lasted quite a while.
 
Lucy screamed when Dylan slammed the door shut, hoping that someone would hear her terror and come and save her from this madman. She whimpered when he pushed her up onto the bed again, kicking at him as hard as she could. "You never had me!" she managed to screech before he forced his lips upon her. Tears welled up in her eyes and she finally tore her face away from him, managing to roll over and claw at her comforter to begin to pull herself away from him. "Just leave me alone, Dylan! I don't want you!"
 
"But you're mine." he told her as his hands began to pull at her cloths, tearing them off piece by piece until she was left almost completely bare. "Do you really want everyone else to see you like this?" he asked as he forced himself on top of the small girl, spreading her arms out and once again placing his lips up against her's.
 
"I hate you!" she screeched, saying everything and anything to get him to leave her alone. Her tears spilled over and she tried to punch him again but he held her arms down tightly. Her heart was beating so wildly that she thought it might beat clean out of her chest. She opened her mouth and clamped down on his lips when he kissed her again, hoping that biting him so cruelly like that might make him finally see how much she wanted him away from her. She didn't want others to see her look like this, but she didn't want him to see her naked either. She'd managed to get away from him before he could take her virginity, the last thing she wanted was for him to get it from her now.
 
Enraged by the fact that the love of his life would stoop so low as to bite him while he kissed her, his fist was raised into the air, prepared to make contact with the girl's delicate face. But after a second of thinking it over the fist dropped to his side and he stepped closer to the girl. "You know, I'm only here because I love you." he told her as he reached out to take her hand, he still couldn't grasp the fact that Lucy didn't want his love, but that wouldn't stop him. Especially not after everything he had gone through to get here, to find her.
 
She winced when he raised his fist as if to punch her. She thought he was actually going to do it, he'd been known to be violent before. He'd never actually hit Lucy before, but he had made threats. She growled when he lowered his fist though, he didn't have the balls to punch her? She slapped away his hand and screeched again, hoping that someone would hear her. "If you actually loved me, you would leave me alone!"
 
"Lucy I really didn't want it to come to this." he mumbled and grabbed her by her arm and threw her up against the wall. He held her tight with one hand and reached down towards his belt with the other to grab his gun. "We're both going to walk out of here, peacefully." he told her as he motioned to her to go in the middle of the room and get dressed. "And yes it's loaded, and I will use it if I have to." he told her, hoping to keep her from doing something stupid.
 
She yelped as he threw her up against the wall. She tried to cover herself up but he was holding her tightly and she couldn't move well until he let her go and thrust her towards the center of the room. She picked up her gown and started to pull it on but shot him an ugly glare. "Dylan. Please. Just...just leave. Go back home. I'm sure there are girls that would love to marry you. I am not worth this. I hate you. Okay? I hate you. I only married you because it was in father's will." she hoped that she could talk him out of controlling her like he was trying to. Maybe if she said she hated him enough he would get the point.
 
After Lucy managed to pull on her gown well enough so that she was covered up he grabbed her arm once again but this time pulled her out of the room. "Now don't make a scene, or I swear neither of this will come out alive." he told her as he holstered his gun and started walking towards the stairs, across the saloon floor and outside all the while holding her arm tight enough to leave little bruises and marks across her arm. He pulled her immediately onto his horse and the pulled himself up. He wouldn't give her a chance to talk, after what she had said he didn't even want to hear her voice for a while.
 
"No! Dylan!" she screeched as he pushed her up onto his horse. She tried to pull herself off the other side but he was already up behind her and had grabbed her to keep her from getting off. "Please, just stop this!" tears welled up in her eyes as she held on to the horse's mane to keep from falling now. She couldn't believe that in the space of an hour he had stolen her away from the saloon and was now taking her on horseback away into the wilderness.
 
"I'm doing this for your own good, you don't belong in a place like this." he told her as he began to look her over. She did look quite a bit different from when she had left. Her hair and makeup were both styled quite differently, almost like that of a whore but not quite there yet. "You'll be better off with me, away from those men who only want you for your body." he told her as the horse took off.

It wouldn't be long before they would be out of town and away from her new home, if it could even be called that. But the sun was going down and he would have to find them a place to stay before the moon was the only thing lighting their way. They would travel for another few minutes until off in the horizon Dylan could see an old abandoned house that he had rested in for a few hours before arriving in town. It was a bit rundown but still the structure was strong and there was a well nearby. It would be the perfect place for them to stay for a while, until she realized just how much she needed and loved Dylan.
 
She was so exhausted from this ridiculous day that she started to fall asleep on their journey. She had leaned down and her face was buried in the horse's mane. She only woke up when she felt the horse's strong gate begin to slow down. She sat up and wiped her tearstained eyes, seeing that it was almost pitch dark outside. "What do you want me for?" she muttered, her head aching, "I don't like you. You only want to hurt me, to make me some wife-slave." she growled, leaning back over into the horse's mane.
 
"I just... I need you, I've always needed you in my life." he admitted, she was one of the first things he's wanted that he couldn't have. Ever since they were children Dylan has been interested in Lucy but she never seemed to like him more then as just friends and that drove him crazy. When her own father came to him one night and asked him if Dylan would like to marry Lucy, Dylan agreed to take care of all her needs, and so it was put in the will that she would be his. She was his now and he wanted what was his. "We're here." he told her as the horse slowly came to a stop infront of the broken down old home. He pulled himself over and off the horse first, then reached up to help Lucy down.
 
"No!" she protested when he climbed down from the horse and reached for her hand. She didn't want to go into that abandoned house with him. To be alone with him in a dark house was like offering herself up to the devil. Unless there were candles to light in there, they would have to fumble around in the dark until they found some dank piece of floor to lay on. And he'd inevitably want her to lay there with him, which was the last thing she wanted. She clung to the horse's mane and turned her face away from Dylan, "I don't want to go in there."
 
"Very well, you can stay out here with the bandits and wolves. I'm sure they'll be kind enough to give you shelter for the night." he told her as he fumbled around his pack for some matches which he used to light a torch which he had left behind the previous night. "I've already been inside, it could use a fresh coat of paint but besides that it's just fine. There's even a bed." he added as he grabbed the rest of his gear which hung over his shoulder and then continued to walk towards the door, turning back to see if she would like to come with him.
 
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