He's Back [Potter-Kun x Limerence]

[Doña Marina]

Breathing. Heavy breathing. Her heart was pounding inside of her throat. Tears were soaking into the blindfold that blackened her vision. Her cries for help and her whimpers were muffled with the help of the fabric gag that keeping her mouth shut. She was trembling, fear and adrenaline weakening her limbs and made her bones feel like jello. Thoughts of terror and disbelief ran through her mind, unable to believe that the man who stalked her had returned. Not only had he returned, but he finally got what her wanted: Kaname. Her. The black haired beauty that was bound at her legs and wrists, sitting uncomfortable upon a bed in one of her captor’s bedrooms. She wished she hadn’t been stupid enough to enter her apartment after receiving her ‘gift.’

The man who had kidnapped her had been stalking her for years when she was a teenager, often leaving her notes, gifts, poems of love and often messaged her things like how they would be together soon and how no one else but him could have Kaname. She had told her parents of her stalker and the family quickly moved away, never hearing from him again. But she was 21 now and lived on her own and had a boyfriend. She thought everything was behind her until the man had left her a very familiar ‘gift’ earlier in the night.

Kaname had gotten home after a long day of work and was anticipating to go on a date with her loving boyfriend, Matthew. They had been dating for 3 years already, and she was suspected that Matthew was going to propose to her that day. He had been questioning her a lot, asking her what was her favorite jewels and precious metals. So, she had been excited.

She had unlocked the door to her apartment, only to be met with a shocking sight. Hundreds of roses were sprawled around the living room, all over the floor and furniture. For a moment, Kaname believed that it was from Matthew, but there was something off about this. Then it hit her. These roses were from him. Her stalker. Her obsessive secret admirer. Her heart leaped in fear, her porcelain face becoming sickly pale. “Oh my God,” Kaname breathed, beginning to hyperventilate. Her slender hand reached into her back pocket, wanting to call Matthew. Just as she was about to tap on his name, Kaname was ambushed from behind. A shrill scream escaped her pink lips, trying to pull away from him. “Stop! Let me go!” She cried, trying to pry his arms away from her body. She kicked, pulled and bit but he just wouldn’t let go of her. A fabric covered her and a foul smelling odor began to choke her, and she quickly began to feel tired. It was chloroform. “No… please…” Kaname whispered before her light jade eyes finally closed, passing out.

Now she was here, trapped inside of her captor’s home. Kaname had no idea what to do, and there wasn’t much she could do since she was bound. She continued to scream, hoping that someone could hear her cries by chance, but the gag that covered her mouth didn’t allow her screams to sound any louder than the squeak of a mouse. Kaname began to pray in her mind, hoping that her obsessive stalker would think things through and let her go. To finally leave her alone. To finally free his mind of her so he could let her live in peace again.

 

[Potter-Kun]

Michael's life had been an odd one, for sure. He had a brilliant mind and was well liked by many people. He currently lived in a rather nice 2 bedroom loft in New York City. Even though he was only 26, he was already a professor of history at one of the universities in the city, who paid for his room and board. He was tall, slim and fit, with short brown hair, slightly tanned skin and hazel eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. He was well like by students and faculty alike, and no one thought ill of him.

That is why people would find it rather odd that he had a young woman bound, gagged and blindfolded in his guest bedroom...it would certainly upset the image he had built up. He had fallen for Kaname hard when he was younger, and even he had admitted to himself that he had been obsessed with her. Thought he hadn't gone after her when she moved. It just happened to be fate that brought them back together. He had noticed her on campus one day, and knew at once it was her. His access to student records made it easy to find where she was living now. He quickly learned she was dating someone and began to do some research on him as well...only once he had ample evidence did he decide to enact his plan.

He walked into the bedroom Kaname was in and pulled out a small syringe. It was a sedative, to help calm her down and keep her sedated. It was mixed with a slightly aphrodisiac that would help make her feel better as well. The perks of having a chemist as a friend. He gently stuck the syringe in Kaname's arm and injected her. With how worried she was with other things, she likely wouldn't even notice.

"I'm going to removed the blindfold and gag....don't bother screaming, okay?" He stated calmly, hoping the drug had done its job as his hands moved swiftly, undoing the blindfold so the girl could see. The room was nice, decorated with bookshelves full of books and busts and prints of historical art. She could look out the window and see they were rather high up....as she had a good view of the New York skyline.

"Now.....if you are calm, I'll removed the binds too so you can walk around, okay?" He asked, waiting to see if she was calm and compliant enough to obey.

 

[Doña Marina]

Kaname had grown tired from trying to scream, her throat becoming itchy and sore. Her eyes felt gritty from crying so much, the tears beginning to feel like little needles pricking at the sensitive orbs of her jade irises. Her wriggling body was starting for feel sore with her shoulders and wrists feeling raw from the constant attempts at trying to remove the tight binds from her limbs. She didn't stop though and tried pulling her hands from the stiff fabric, feeling it scratch her creme soft skin, turning it into an irritated red.

She had heard the sound of a door opening over her labored breathing, and she froze. She followed the sound of her captor's footsteps, hearing them get closer to her. The hourglass shaped girl pushed herself back, struggling to get far away from him. Her back hit the headboard of the bed and she winced, feeling a throbbing pain in her elbow. Kaname then felt a small prick in her arm. It was nothing painful, but the sensation felt similar to that of a needle prick. She wanted to speak, to tell him to let her go and leave her alone. She wanted to curse at him and scream so someone could find out that this bastard had taken her hostage.

A sense of calmness flooded her system, the injection quickly taking affect inside of her quivering body. She no longer felt as jittery as she once did, but the reality of being hostage still weighed heavily on her mind.

Then a calm male voice rang out. Kaname had never heard his voice before despite him calling her hundreds of times when she was a teenager. Her vision suddenly then came back to her, making her wince and shut her eyes immediately. Pain was pulsating in her eyes. She had gotten used to the darkness of the blindfold, so she didn't react well when a lighter environment was introduced to the frightened young woman. It took a little while for her to be able to completely open her bloodshot eyes, and she looked to her side to see her captor. Kaname could finally see who her torturer was, and he wasn't what she expected. She was expecting to see an ugly older man, but her kidnapper was completely the opposite. He was young and attractive, adorned with brown hair and hazel eyes that were framed by glasses.

He calmly told her that he would remove her gag and binds if she remained silent. Kaname could only nod, she didn't have the energy to scream anymore. Her throat was too sore and dry, and Kaname didn't want to hurt herself anymore. She didn't want to be gagged or blinded anymore either, so the noirette complied. "Mmmhmm," Kaname muffled out, her jade eyes looking up at her captor with a tired and fearful fog in her irises.

 

[Potter-Kun]

Michael gently nodded back at her as he first undid the bindings on her so that her hands, arms and legs could now be moved freely and without restraint. He then gripped the gag in her mouth and gently removed it from her, tossing it to the side.

He reached to the side and picked up a cool glass of water with some ice in it. "Drink, I'm assuming you are thirsty." He stated with a small smile, though not at all a scare one, but one that had a hint of affection and concern. Once he handed her the water, he stood up and stretched.

"Would you like anything else to drink, or to eat, maybe?" he asked as he opened the door the reveal the rest of the loft. It was quite large, with a rather comfortably sized living room, a fully stocked kitchen, a small dining room and across the hall she could see a study.

Michael didn't seem to worried about her trying to scream or escape, he seemed to accept her at her word that she wouldn't try it as he moved to the kitchen himself, heading towards a coffee pot.

 

[Doña Marina]

Whatever Kaname's captor made her feel odd, like she was in a limbo between feeling tranquil and awakened. It was the weirdest experience for her. Her eyes watched him as he handed her a glass of water, the ice cubes creating light clinking rings as he gave it to her. She didn't lift her hand to accept it, only staring at him in silence with her bloodshot eyes. She didn't want to accept the liquid offering, but the dryness of her mouth was beginning to bother it. With extreme reluctance, Kaname lifted her slightly trembling hand and took the cool glass from him, taking a large gulf and nearly finishing the entire thing in one swing. Kaname had never felt what it was like to feel so thirsty, but now she knew that it wasn't a good feeling. She wondered how long she had been knocked out for.

"No, I'm not hungry," Kaname murmured, watching as he stood up and opened the door of where she was kept. She honestly didn't feel any hunger, especially not with the situation she was in. She looked towards the living room from the inside of the bedroom where she was, but couldn't seem to find the door from here. "Shit," She hissed quietly and stood up, feeling her legs wobble a bit underneath her. The serum that had been injected into Kaname was relaxing her body, which she hated. She doubted she would be able to escape while feeling like this.

Kaname slowly walked out of the bedroom and looked around. It was a nice loft, nothing intimidating or filthy. It was a normal place. She looked towards her stalker, taking a good look at the brunet man. She had a hunch that she had seen the him somewhere before, but she couldn't be sure. "Who are you?" Kaname asked, wanting to know her captor's identity so she could report him once she managed to escape from his place. "Why did you kidnap me?" It seemed like a stupid question for Kaname to ask as she already had an idea as to why he'd abduct her; he was her stalker and was obviously infatuated with her. "How did you find me?" Questions kept pouring out of her rose petal pink lips, wanting answers to her dilemmas.

 

[Potter-Kun]

Michael poured himself a cup of coffee as Kaname wobbled into the main living area, she definitely wasn't going to be able to make a run for it in that state, so it seemed like they were good to converse for awhile. "Take a sit if you want, might help your legs some." He offered motioning to any number of seats. There was couch, love seat and lazy boy in the living room and a number of chairs in the dining room.

He simply leaned against the counter in the kitchen and took a sip of his coffee as she started to ask questions, he basically scoffed at her first one. "If you had bothered to actually pay any attention to the first time I took a liking for you, that would be easy to figure out. As it stands, I'm not helping you there." He took another sip as he drank his coffee, letting out a blissful sigh.

"As for why this and how I found you. Well, I have my ways, I'm well connected. As for why....it's because your boyfriend that you seem to love so much is cheating on you. I doubt you would hear me out so I had to resort to this." He stated as he stretched his arms.

"Matthew, right? Turns out he's quite the womanizer." He motioned to some pictures on the dining room table....they were pictures of Kaname's boyfriend doing various different things with other women...dates, kissing...all the way to sex.

 

[Doña Marina]

Kaname had expected him to answer in such a way, making it known to her that she should have been paying attention to the signs the first time he began stalking her. She simply wanted to hear it coming from his mouth; she wanted him to acknowledge the fact that he was doing something completely insane, but it appeared to be that he already knew what he was doing and was completely fine with doing so. Kaname shook her head in disbelief and sat down in the love seat, her legs unable to handle holding the hourglass shaped girl much longer.

She listened closely to his response to her questions, a wave of shock running through Kaname's body as he brought up a subject she thought she'd never have to hear. He accused Matthew of being a cheater. "You're a liar," Kaname murmured, refusing to believe his words. Of course he would try to sabotage her relationship with her boyfriend, he was obsessed with her! He's been admiring her from afar and harassing her for years before she even met Matthew. He would want her for himself, and Kaname believed herself.

The noirette looked towards the table that her captor had motioned to and she lifted herself from the love seat, going towards the table. There were glossy photos of the blond male with different women, ranging from sun-kissed Latinas to ghostly Scandinavian women. Some of them seemed innocent, picturing Matthew sitting near some of the ladies, but others were much more damning. Many were of him making out with them and down right having sex with the women. Her heart tightened in her chest and her jade eyes stung with tears, but she refused to believe these images. "These are fake," Kaname whispered as she picked up one of the pictures, shaking her head and dropped it on the table. "Matthew is not a cheat. He wouldn't do that to me. He promised he'd wait for me," Kaname said, her tone becoming angry. "Why would you play such a cruel joke on me?!" She yelled, her pale cheeks becoming blushed with anger. "Matthew would never do such a thing to me. He's faithful! He loves me and I love him!"

Kaname had convinced herself that her abductor had doctored the pictures in order to leave Matthew, but she knew that her boyfriend was better than that. He wouldn't do such a thing to her, just like she believed that she would never cheat on him. "As if kidnapping me wasn't extreme enough, but you have to pull this crap on me too?! I can't believe this!"

 

[Potter-Kun]

Michael watched as Kaname looked at the photos, disbelief and shock in her eyes. Then came the denials, the no ways, they you're lying that he expected from her. He let out a sigh as he took a seat on the counter and just looked at her, a mixture of pity and almost disgust in his face.

"When the truth is looking right at you and you refuse to see it. To deny that...that angers me, you are weak." He scoffed at her, the looking he was giving her now was not one of affection or pity but now of absolute disgust.

"To think, I used to really like you...to see what you are now, well it's kinda sad." He shrugged as he sipped his coffee. "When you accept the truth though, I'll be more than happy to help you heal though." He took out his wallet, fishing around for a card. He looked at it nodded and then flicked it towards her. It landed squarely in front of her, he had rather good aim.

"If you truly don't believe, then go to that address this evening...what you are so badly denying will be happening there later, since I know one of the people he is cheating on you with." He acted as if that were a normal thing, and finished off his coffee with a final swig.

"Know that I only want you to see the truth in this matter...you are dating a scumbag who doesn't love you. If you continue down this path, only heartache awaits." Michael motioned to the nearby door that seemed to lead out.

"You are free to go whenever you please." He stated plainly, moving back to the kitchen to make himself some more coffee.

 

[Doña Marina]

It felt like he had just dropped her to the ground like she was some sort of rag-doll. He had been stalking her for years and even snatched her from her home only to say she was welcomed to leave. It was shocking to her and totally unexpected. He wasn't like the stalkers in the movies who wouldn't let their subject of affection go and doted on them, he was the opposite. He was calm and was willing to let her leave; he had already lost interest in her. Kaname took the card that had lightly landed on the table next to her, her delicate fingers holding the card. It had an address and a woman's name written on it, in what she assumed to be in her captor's handwriting. She looked up at him, jade eyes both uncertain and apprehensive. She didn't speak as she stuffed the card in her back pocket and stood straight, trying to regain her limbs so she could walk out.

Kaname looked out the window of the loft, seeing that the skies had gone dark and the New York City skyline was illuminated with bright artificial lights. She then looked towards the clock above the television, seeing that it was only 10 pm. It felt like she had been here forever. "Fine, I'll go see. Don't expect me to come back here, because I won't," She told him stiffly. She tried reassuring herself that Matthew isn't capable of cheating on her as he had promised that he would never do such a thing, especially since she had made a pact with him that she would give her virginity to him. As much as she believed that Matthew was being falsely accused of a heinous action, there was something inside of her that was telling her that her abductor was being honest with the images she'd been presented.

The noirette walked towards the door and gave him another glance, a silent sigh escaping her lips. "Goodbye," She murmured, presuming that those would be her last words to her awfully calm abductor. She opened it and walked outside to the chilly atmosphere of New York City, shivers running up her spine. Kaname had no idea what sight was awaiting her at the penned address on the card.

She had walked to the end of the street and hailed a taxi, giving him the address that her stalker had given her. Kaname had been nibbling on her lower lip, a heavy feeling of nervousness weighing down her stomach. The drive took around 15 minutes before they had driven into a quiet neighborhood, a few shadowy figures walking around. Kaname had asked the taxi driver to wait, promising that she wouldn't take too long to come back, and he agreed to wait. With her heart in her throat, the girl began to walk towards the front door of the house. She noticed that in the driveway was a black truck that was eerily similar to the one that Matthew owned.

Kaname couldn't help but feel queasy but she pressed on. Instead of knocking on the door and confronting whoever answered, Kaname decided to text Matthew. She patted her back pocket to see if it was there, and to her luck it was. She took it out and began tapping away, constructing a simple message.

Kaname: hey baby. go outside, i have a surprise for you.

Matthew ❤: i'm not home right now. i'll be there soon.

Kaname: i knooow. but still, there's a present for you. just go outside!

Matthew ❤: okay???

Kaname waited impatiently, biting down on her lip harshly. She prayed that no one would come outside of that house. From the corner of her eye, she saw two silhouettes from from the other side of the curtains in the window. There was the sound of a door unlocking that startled Kaname. The door opened achingly slow and an male stepped out. It was Matthew, and right behind him was a pretty, svelte blonde woman who was right on his tail like a puppy.

He saw her and his eyes immediately widened, his tanned skin going pale underneath the shadow of the night. "Kaname?" His deep voice was shocked and confused, he wasn't expecting to find her here. Kaname's light jade eyes glossed over, tears stinging her eyes. "What are you doing here?" He asked as he began to walk towards her, but she simply walked backwards. "No, get away you fucking bastard. God, I didn't want to believe this. He was right, and I was stupid enough to keep thinking that you were innocent," Kaname said, her voice beginning to break down. She felt dumb for convincing herself that the images her stalker had shown her were fakes, but they were in fact authentic images of Matthew cheating.

"Kaname! What are you talking about! Hey, come back! We have to talk about this!" He yelled and followed her as Kaname began to walk back to her taxi. "Go back to your bitch, Matthew. I want your shit out of my place by tomorrow night," Those were the only words that she said to him before getting inside of the taxi and told him to drive off, which he obeyed. She was breathing heavily and she began to whimper, her throat tightening painfully as she tried to hold in her cries. It hurt. It hurt her so bad. Those pictures were totally true. Matthew in such intimate situations with all those other women traumatized her.

Kaname didn't know what to do or where go to at this point. She didn't feel like going home. There was a feeling inside of her that made her want to go see her stalker, but she had already told him that she didn't intend on seeing him ever again. If she did, it would essentially be giving him the satisfaction of proving himself right. Kaname didn't want to lose her pride, but with the taxi driver's question on where to go, Kaname was forced to pick a choice. "Just... just take me to where you picked me up from," She had swallowed her pride.

Throughout the entire ride, Kaname's phone wouldn't stop vibrating with texts that she knew were from her now ex-boyfriend. She refused to read them and kept looking out the window in silence. The taxi approached a familiar corner and the vehicle slowed to a stop. "Thank you," Kaname muttered and she paid the driver before getting out of the yellow car. She bit down on her abused lip once more and began walking to the loft that she had been forcefully taken to, finding herself willingly going back. Taking a deep breath, Kaname tightly closed her eyes and balled up her hand before knocking on the door, not wanting to look at his smug face.

 

[Potter-Kun]

Michael watched Kaname leave and then looked at his watch....he knew about how long the drive there and back was, so he decided to burn sometime. He went into his study, his fingers gracing the top of his piano, a Steinway, one of his treasures. He cracked his fingers some and began to play, just whatever popped into his mind.

Some Beethoven, some Chopin, and finally, some Rachmaninoff, it was one of his songs that he was playing when Kaname returned. He played it eloquently, and the sounds echoed down the hall so that Kaname could hear even when she arrived on the floor. It was beautiful, yet full of sorrow. He was nearing the end of the song when he heard the knock on the door. He knew who it was.....he wrapped up the song quickly, in just the briefest of moments and then stood up, moving to the door.

He opened the door, and the expression on his face was not one of pride, or glee, or boastful...it was just sorrowful, mixed with some pity. "I see you didn't run from the truth....come in, please." He opened the door wide for her, inviting her in.

Once she was in, the door closed behind her. He moved to the kitchen, turning to look at her. "Would you like some dinner this time? Coffee? Alcohol of any kind?" He asked, being a hospitable and gentlemanly host.

 

[Doña Marina]

The click of the door opening rang in Kaname's ears and saw a stream of light pour outside, seeing the polished shoes of the man who had showed her who Matthew truly was. He spoke to her, his voice revealing the pity that Kaname was embarrassed to be receiving. "Please, I don't want to talk about that," Kaname mumured and walked in as soon as he invited back inside the home that was her prison not even an hour ago.

He offered her things to consume as if he were a waiter at a restaurant. She felt that it was too late to be drinking coffee and she wasn't much of an alcohol drinker, but the rumble deep inside her belly gave her a suggestion. She was craving something nectarous, something that would make her smile for at least a second. "God, this is embarrassing," Kaname whispered to herself. Kaname was almost tempted to not ask anything from him, but the hunger and craving was a bit over powering. "Do... do you have anything sweet? Like a slice of cake, or some cookies?" She asked, her voice low from being uneasy. It was hard for her to believe that she was asking for something to eat from the man who had stalked and kidnapped her, and she also had no idea what his name was. "You didn't answer my question from earlier. Who are you?"

 

[Potter-Kun]

Michael pondered for a moment, tapping his chin with one of his fingers before he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I have some store bought cookie you can snack on while I bake some fresh ones." He offered, moving to a cabinet and pulling out some oreo cookies. He set them on the table and then moved back into the kitchen, pulling out a baking tray and then going into the freezer to fetch some cookie dough.

"If you had been more observant on your way in, you would have noticed." Michael scolded her, his name was right on his door after all. It wasn't a harsh scolding done and it sounded rather practiced and measured, perhaps hinting at an academic background. "For now, I'll give you my first name, it's Michael." He stated calmly. He had the dough all aligned out and was waiting for the oven to pre-heat now. He went over and got Kaname a glass of water, setting it down on the table.

"Drink, you've been crying. You don't want to get dehydrated." He explained calmly, looking at his watch. He nodded and moved back to the oven, opening it and sliding the tray in before closing it. He washed his hands and dried them before leaving the kitchen once again, walking past Kaname and towards the study. It seemed he was giving her some time and space to process things, he didn't want to butt in.

"Do you have a favorite composer?" Michael asked as he took a seat on his piano bench, giving his fingers a few cracks as he got ready to play.

 

[Doña Marina]

Kaname watched the man as he pulled out a box of oreos from a cabinet and she muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ as she easily opened it up. She quirked an eyebrow as he mentioned that he would bake a fresh batch of cookies himself. It was interesting to Kaname that he was even bothering to do something for her, she had thought he’d already lost interest in her due to his attitude from earlier.

It was irritating in the way that Michael had spoke to Kaname, as if she were a child and he was some sort of teacher. “Well,” Kaname began with a sigh as she finished the cookie and pushed the box away, feeling a bit irked. “I just discovered that my boyfriend has been cheating on me, so you shouldn’t really expect me to be paying attention to my surroundings… Michael,” Kaname stated, emphasizing on his name so he’d understand that she’d finally caught his name.

For Kaname, it was so weird but freeing to finally know the face and name of her stalker. The man who had been tormenting her as a teenager and had just kidnapped her a few hours ago was now in front of her and pretty much demanding her to take a drink of water. He was also the same man who had took off Matthew’s mask of deceit and revealed her ex’s true personality.

She lightly took the cup and took a drink, the cool liquid feeling nice as it went down her throat. She was thankful that he’d given her water instead of alcohol, she didn’t want to say something stupid to Michael. “Mmm, I think Liszt is nice,” Kaname replied, saying the first name that came to mind. Her jade eyes watched him, surprised that he knew how to play piano. She continued to observe him, trying to remember where she had seen him before.

Her eyes trailed around the room, trying to find anything that could possibly jog her memory. Then, near by one of the windows, was a diploma with his full name on it. Her eyes widened as she recognized Michael's last name, her lips slightly parting from the shock. “You’re a professor at my university,” Kaname murmured as the realization dawned on her. “That’s how you found me. You saw me on campus, didn’t you?”

(Sorry, I've been sick and I just haven't felt like logging on. My bad.)

 

[Potter-Kun]

"It's always important to pay attention to your surrounds. Otherwise you risk getting in trouble." Michael chided back as he waited for her to say a composure. He was a lecturer for sure, but it was pretty clear he was only doing so because he was worried. He picked surprised him as he raised a curious eyebrow and then gave her a small smile.

"Liszt, huh? Not many people would pick him, an interesting choice!" Michael cracked his fingers and began to play Libestraume No 3. His playing was eloquent but slightly rushed, he was feeling his way through the piece somewhat. It was clear it had been awhile since he played the tune but he played his way through the mistakes he made.

Michael barely heard Kaname through his playing but he nodded his head as she finished speaking, "That would be correct. Good job on paying attention to your surrounds, I'll give you an A there!" He chuckled as he ended the piece with a flourish before turning to look back at the girl.

"I know it was rough, but I hope you enjoyed it...the cookies should nearly be done." He stated as he stood up and walked back into the kitchen, checking up on the cookies.

"So, now that you know, you gonna turn me in?" He asked, his voice curious as he turned off the oven and put on an oven mit, pulling the tray out as the fumes of freshly baked cookies filled the flat.