Her Hell

DISCLAIMER : I do not now nor have I ever had ownership of the Witch Hunter Robin characters or original story idea. The chapters written here however are mine, please do not reproduce

A/N: I’ve been asked on a few occasions “Why Alaska?” Well I am not from Alaska, but I wanted to set this in someplace where they would have a greater chance of going un-noticed for a long period of time hence giving them a chance to grow closer without the stress of having to run. And lets face it...no one in their right mind wants to be roaming around a frozen tundra looking for that proverbial ‘needle in the haystack’ Don’t worry though....they won’t freeze. Also: to the question of whether or not STN is still searching for them....Yes they are, but it’s not top priority Nagira was profound in his skill to get them out without a l. l. STN has no idea which way is up as far as where to search. But keep reading...ya might like how this is gonna end. Then again, ya might not. (Hehe)

~~~ ducks and runs ~~~



Amons hands roamed roughly over the bare chest of this woman, yet his mind was forever more on Robin. He knew she was waiting on him, she always did. But yet here he was, forcibly pinning this woman ...no stranger beneath him in passions embrace. She wanted this as much as him, they hadn’t even exchanged names, however in this small town he was sure he’d run into her again. He felt her hands making quick work of his pants... the moment he felt her hands embrace his throbbing cock he jerked. He suddenly realized this wasn’t what he wanted, he’d never truly find satisfaction unless it was with Robin. Either he had to face the demon or find away to bury it. He pulled away quickly as though his skin had been consumed by fire. She lay panting on the couch, staring....reaching for him to pull him back down to her...with a quick stackwackwards he redid his pants, pulled his coat back on and marched out....no goodbye, no I’m sorry, no backwards glance....he was gone.

He walked slowly back to the cabin he knew would still be warm with affections he was not yet willing to embracYet Yet he had to admit he enjoyed coming home after being away. He hoped she hadn’t stayed up waiting, but he knew she had...he hoshe she was comfortable, happy...and at least had faith that they were safe for now. ‘Why do I feel gui’ he’ he wondered. He did though...but why...he wasn’t committed to her in a relationship...what he does between the sheets don’t effect her ‘unless it’s with her’ “DAMMIT” he shouted without realizing. With a eyeroll glance of his surroundings, he checked to see if he had been heard. ‘Nothing worse than creepy guy that talks to himself’ he thought. He eyed the familiar little cottage just ahead, the lights were still on as always...taking those last few steps he reached for the door. Stepping inside he sniffed the air, as a habit now....it smelled homey...comfortable....it smelled like Robin. Speaking of which she lay sleeping on the couch...balled up in that familiar position that always made Amon’s back ache just looking at her. Deciding to change he went to his room, found another shirt to replace the one the woman from the bar had torn. Next was her room, where he pulled down her covers. He then went to Robin’s sleepingm. m. looklooked so peaceful so angelic. Gazing down at her he brushed a few loose hairs from her face. Allowing himself the privilege he sm jus just slightly. Bending he scooped her up with his arms, carrying her to her bed. As soon as her head lay on the pillow she released a quiet, innocent moan. That simple noise made his crotch throb for a moment. He quickly made his way out of her room.

He found left overs from dinner, he reheated them and found a plate. He decided to eat in fron his his laptop. Another message from Nagira was waiting.


Amon,
Male seed is called Witches “Adam”. Connection to Solomon. Those connected appear to all be dead. Closing in on details as quickly as possible.

Nagira
P.S. How is my little bird?

Amon cringed, Witches Adam? Does this person, this witch have powers equal to Robin. Suddenly he felt what he could only describe as jealousy. If Robin was the witches Eve, then was the place of the Adam to be by her side? What if she chose someone else. It’s probable. What are the chances she would ever meet this ‘’? ’? Amon sure as hell wasn’t planning on letting it happen. He was a bit frustrated with his brothers closing remarks as well. HIS little bird? Why does he insist on calling her that? As he said before, his brother was a pervert, a dirty old man. And Amon was right behind him. However he at this point flikelike his brother had the upper hand. At least he’d managed to stay in control while Amon was slowly losing his. He finished his dinner in a huff, and decided to head to bed. This had been an exhausting night and he wasn’t ready to continue it.

When morning broke, they were woken by a knock on the door. Amon was the first to answer. It was Marie, carrying fresh bread and a homemade breakfast. She waited while Amon went to wake Robin. When he entered her room she was still sleeping in her dress. He was relieved. He nudged her, her eyes fluttered open. After he told her she had company he retreated to the kitchen to begin a pot of coffee. He sat quietly with Marie while he waited. Once Robin entered he dismissed himself back to his bedroom. He listened for a brief time while the two women talked. Sleep came again....with it, his dreams....the ones she haunted. He woke hours later, finding a note that Robin had written explaining she’d gone to Marie’s he whipped up some lufor for himself. He checked his emails, nothing from Nagira.....so he allowed himself some leisure web surfing. That quickly became boring for him...he sought out a book....that too became un-interesting. He decided on a shower. He’d not taken one last night after he came home and felt it was long overdue.

The hot water was heaven for him. It warmed his body, cleansed his mind. For the first time in weeks he was able to relax and not feel so damn overwhelmed....with her! He took his time, reveling in the relaxing warmth that covered him. Once all the hot water was gone he reached for his towel. Wrapping it around his waist he sought his boxers. He’d forgotten them. Gathering what he did bring he retreated from the bathroom into the living room where he was now face to face with Robin. He gave her an intense glare before turning on his heels to his bedroom. Drying completely and dressing he began pulling the brush through his hair. Eacrokeroke he took he cursed under his breath for choosing to walk out of the bathroom in his towel. Yet part of him hoped it would effect her much the way her being in a towel affected him. He thought he saw something akin to appreciation in her eyes. But was it more than that....was it desire? Did the little teenage witch desire him? Was it just a crush? He wondered about that all to often. The life she had led prior to STN-J. And the life she was forced to continue living now, left little room for eccentric fantasies and dreams. She was a woman trapped in a young girls body. Did that mean too that her heart was that omatumature woman who knew her desires? Who knew what she wanted, and knew how to love? ‘Love? Why would she? There’s no reason for her too’....that simple 4 letter word was heaven to most, to him it was certain death. He neither wanted or desired love. It was the catalyst of his demise and turmoil most of his life. The love his mother held for his father had claimed her, ripped her from his arms. Finally feeling the comfortable embrac ang anger and animosity grip him once again, he walked into the livingroom.


Robin continued her task of cooking. Marie had sent her home with a basket of rolls and fresh baked pie. She heard Amon enter the livingroom, but she chose to not acknowledge it. She did wonder where he went, she thought she smelled alcohol this morning but it was so brief she wasn\'t sure. She knew it was rather late due to the fact she hadn\'t known he lifted her to her bed. But he seemed angry, or frustrated this morning. She decided she would leave him alone. If there was something concerning her or their situation she was sure he would tell her. He always did.
She wondered about the \'seed\' who he could be, where he could be. What he was like. Did he have compassion or was he yet again a witch consumed with power? Would they hunt each other? It would do no good to wonder, unless Amon was willing to share, and communicate with her. That was no small task but day like today was near impossible. She wanted to clean his clock sometimes. She\'d never do it of course, but she could day dream couldn\'t she? It was just so frustrating to live with someone who had no respect for her, who saw her as nothing more than a threat on society. She was nothing more than a dangerous little girl to him. Often she wondered if he feared her, or even hated her. Did she repulse him is that why he made painstaking efforts to avoid her. To shut her out?

She knew what she was, she knew who she was....and she knew her heart. She was no more dangerous today than she was 5 yrs ago. If he couldn\'t thatthat then he was blind. She would continue to be true to herself, one day perhaps he would respect her. She could only hope. She wanted to be more than his partner, she wanted to be his friend.....she wanted to share with him. She knew it was more than that though. She knew her heart had been captured by him. He was destined to be her first love. Whether or not she would ever cope with it being a one sided love she didn\'t know. But right now, right here she was with him alone, even under these circumstances that was a pleasing thought for her. So she would try to cope with the walls of indifference that he kept highly guarded. For the moment she would just do as she had always done.....take each moment as it comes.

Finally dinner was done, Amon was still perched at his computer where he’d lingered too earlier. She fixed them both plates and set the table. “It’s ready” she called. To which she received a grunt for acknowledgment. He sat across from her, his eyes never leaving his plate. She followed suit. Not asking questions, just living in the silence the quiet that was always between them. He seemed to rush through his dinner. Taking his plate back to the sink he once again retreated to the computer. She had learned awhile back that was his normal routine when he was deep in thought about something. So she left him to his devices. Once she finished her own meal she make quick time in cleaning the kitchen. afterwards she would take a bath and go to bed. Maybe she would take a book with her.

Without glancing his direction she told him she was going to bathe as she went to her room to retrieve her clothing. She filled the tub with hot water. Gingerly slipping into the heated depth she pondered the question she had for so long....”Does Amon feel?” His icy exterior was something he wore like a badge of honor. She could not see happiness with such an award. She wondered if he even WANTED happiness. Did he think it was possible to have such a thing. Finally giving up on the musing of Amon she finished her bath. The last rays of warmth escaping the waters forced her to exit. She dried herself, then dressed for bed. She retrieved the book she had been reading the night before then closed herself in her bedroom. She only hoped the next day would be slightly less strained.


Amon saw her pick up her book. figufigured she would read awhile but why in the bedroom. Was he that difficult to be around? Suddenly he felt a twinge of loneliness. He enjoyed being able to glance and see her. Just to sense her in his presence. Yet she closed herself up behind the door of her bedroom. They were dependant on each other for survival they needed to relate better if they were to continue to survive he concluded. This would not do. With that he pushed the chair back and began the short walk to her room.......


~~~ putting on hardhat ~~~ :-P