| Drowned In Evil by The GrandDuchess Port Charles, New York *~*February 21, 2005*~* Her grabbed her arm, slamming her slight frame against the wall. She looked up into the deep well of black that were his eyes. He stood over her, his chest heaving up and down from the exertion of chasing her up the stairs. She was very aware of the painful grip he had on her upper arm. His long hard fingers dug into her delicate flesh, purposefully inflicting as much pain as he could. She shivered, shrinking back against the silk wallpaper. ''Please,'' she whispered in a hushed and startled breath. ''No....not this time,'' he replied gruffly. He moved his free hand through the soft strands of her long dark hair. It was smooth and slick beneath his fingers. He moved his hand slowly from her hair around to the back of her neck. He closed his fingers over the delicate structure. She shivered again, her eyes widening in surprise. Her surprise, her fear, made him smile. ''You won't get your way this time, Robin.'' In his smile, she saw the truth, saw that this time he meant it. There was nothing she could do to make him change his mind. Now, for the first time, she was truly afraid. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. ''Let me go!'' she cried, her voice quivering as she clawed at the hand that held her neck. He wrenched her neck back, causing her to gasp. ''I will not listen to you whine...neither will I let you go. You belong to me.'' Her hands dropped to her sides. ''Why are you doing this to me?!'' ''Did you hear me? You belong to me!'' ''I belong to Nikolas!'' Robin launched back. His jaw twisted into a sneer as his hands fell away from her body. He stumbled backwards and began to scream at the top of his lungs. The scream was a long stream of mangled vowels that poured up from the depths of his being. He raised his clenched fists into the air. Very soon, his voiced died to a low moaning as he sank to his knees before her, his breath coming in hard rasps and grunts. She watched the scene with a bleeding heart. ''Why?'' she asked, the tears breaking free and rolling down her cheek. ''Why do you have to make this hard for me?'' ''Because I love you,'' he choked out, his eyes closing. He allowed his head to fall forward in utter defeat. It hung between his hunched shoulders as if he hadn't the power to hold it up. The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful Stop me and steal my breath Emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky Never revealing their depth Her long dark hair fell around her face as she looked down on him. If ever a woman had been trapped, Robin Scorpio Cassadine was. The man on his knees before her would be her undoing, this she knew. Her only way out of this situation was to walk out the door and never look back. The only problem was, she couldn't. Everything that made her Robin was staunchly against entangling herself any further. Only... Only, when she was with him, she wasn't Robin anymore. Not the one that her family and friends knew. Not the one that her husband knew. She was a different woman. A selfish woman. She wanted what she wanted. Despite her best attempt to leave him behind, she found that she still wanted him. She wanted him all day and all night. She wanted him with her. She wanted him inside of her. This man, the one before her. Not the man she had been married to for three years. Not Nikolas. She walked forward until the crown of his head lay against her abdomen. She sent both of her small hands through his short cap of black hair. His arms came up to lock around her waist. ''Tell me that you will stay, Robin.'' ''I can't stay...I have to go home.'' ''Let this be your home. Stay with me.'' ''I can't. I have a husband.'' He looked up, his chin resting along her belly button. There was a desperate plea in his eyes. ''Stay.'' Tell me that we belong together Dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above A single tear rolled down her cheek and fell onto his forehead. She nodded, feeling the intense electric pull rise up between them. ''I will,'' she whispered, ''I'll stay.'' Her slender body slid through his arms until she was on her knees, too. With a delicate touch, she wiped her shed tear from his face. He pulled her into his arms, hugging her body close to his. His whiskered cheeks brushed against the fragile skin of her neck as he began to kiss the flesh that he had held so tightly. She undid the buttons of his black linen shirt, pushing it off his shoulders to fall to the white carpet beneath them. As always, she was taken aback by the sight of his splendid bare chest. Her fingers glided across his well-defined abdominal muscles and ran up his rib cage before stopping to rest over the swift beating of his heart. ''I love you,'' he moaned against her lips as he began to kiss them. I've dropped out Burned up Fought my way back from the dead Tuned in Turned on Remembered the things you said They rolled over onto the floor. He ripped her blouse from her body in one furious yank. She was jolted as the silk was ripped away. Always, with him, did she feel as if she had no control at all. He would do with her as he pleased, and for some reason that she didn't understand, that excited her to no end. His power, his force, his demanding need allowed her release. It was danger, but it was also freedom. ''I love you,'' he roared, as he yanked at her pants. Her hands clamped under his armpit and she pulled him down against her. ''And I love you, Stavros.'' * * * * * Small drifts of snow blew in across the slick marble of the foyer. Nikolas closed the door behind him, immediately feeling the wash of warmth that the heat provided from the snowy night outside. He shook his calfskin coat free of snow as he strolled through the entryway and up the twisting staircase in his father's home. His face with set in a mask of crystallized rage. Her car was outside. She was here. Robin was here. In his father's house. With his father... Blind but not stupid, Nikolas had realized the startling truth. He was the victim of the most dastardly betrayal. He came to the partially opened door and peered inside. The sight he saw stopped his heart. A blackness filled his insides, took over the pain and ache, coated it with a most virile need for vengeance. His father. His wife. But, he would be a victim no more. Rain falls angry on the tin roof As we lie awake in my bed You're my survival, you're my living proof My love is alive and not dead In the sweaty afterglow of their lovemaking, Robin lay in Stavros' arms, gently stroking his graying beard. He was soothed by her touch, content in her nearness. ''It should always be like this, Robin. I want you to always be safe and sound in my welcoming arms.'' ''If only...'' ''No 'if only'....Forget your other life. Forget Nikolas.'' ''You'd love to forget Nikolas wouldn't you?!'' The startled pair looked up from their position on the floor to see Nikolas standing in the doorway, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather coat. His face was deathly pale, but his eyes were alive with the dancing flames of rage. ''What's wrong?'' he said, stalking into the room and standing over them, ''Haven't you anything to say?'' Stavros laid out comfortably, clasping his hands behind his head as he stared gleefully up at his son. Robin cringed at his side, lamely trying to stretch the soft blanket to cover more of her naked body. ''I can explain...'' she sputtered weakly. ''Oh, I'm sure you can...'' ''She has nothing to explain,'' Stavros replied sternly. ''You bastard!'' Nikolas railed, shooting daggers at his father. ''How dare you sleep with my wife!!'' ''Someone had to please the lady, Nikolas. There is nothing I hate more than to see an unsatisfied woman.'' ''Stavros! Please, stop. Don't do this!'' Robin begged fearfully. She caught the wild look on Nikolas' face and knew that this scene would be ugly. Her heart beat wildly, her mind racing with the reality that, after all this time lying, she was finally caught in the arms of her lover. Stavros ignored him, refusing to do anything other than gloat. He reclined comfortably on the floor. He watched as his son twitched in agony. It gave him pleasure. Finally, he would repay his whelp for his lack of loyalty. That would teach Nikolas to side with Stefan. Everything was perfect and Stavros had won. Nikolas would get what he deserved, and at the same time, Stavros would be with the woman he loved. ''Why are you still here, Son? Can't you see that Robin has made her choice, and for the second time, it's not you. She chose the real man. Now, crawl back to Wyndemere and let Stefan dry your tears for neither Robin nor I are interested in what you have to say,'' Stavros replied cruelly. Nikolas swiftly pulled his right hand from his pocket. Held tightly in his grasp was a .38 Magnum. He pointed it directly at his father. ''Are you interested now?'' he asked wryly. ''Nikolas, NO!!'' Robin screamed. Over the past five years, Stavros had gotten to know his son fairly well. Everything about him told the man that his son was bluffing. Nikolas would not use the weapon. Stavros smiled coldly. ''You want to kill me? How interesting...I was wondering what it would take to make you be a man and handle your business. Who would have known this was all it took...that the thought of Robin in my arms, her hands clawing at my back as we make love, her voice screaming my name as I drive her to ecstasy, was all it took?'' Robin continued to try and stop Nikolas, but was ignored as the men were drawn into their own struggle. Nikolas' eyes narrowed as he made his aim. ''You're pure evil. Grandmother should have left you dead, but no...she decided to play God and release your madness on the world yet again...'' he swallowed deeply. ''I can play God, too...and I say it's time for you to go back to Hell!'' With that, Nikolas pulled the trigger. The bullet exploded into the room in a loud roar, shooting from the barrel of the gun into the middle of Stavros' forehead. A splatter of blood spilled forth from the gaping wound to land on the carpet and the side of Robin's stunned face. The gun smoked as Nikolas dropped it onto the ground, a smug grin on his face. ''Goodbye, Father.'' ''Oh, God, no!!!!!!!'' Robin shrieked as she crawled on top of Stavros' prone body. She cupped his face, staring down into lifeless black eyes. She sobbed helplessly, kissing his cheeks and lips. ''Don't leave me, Stavros...don't, I can't lose another love....'' Tell me that we belong together Dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above Nikolas set his lips in distaste, ''This is your fault, you faithless tramp!'' ''You killed your own father!!! You can't get away with this! You killed him. The police will come and then you'll go to jail.'' Snickering, he replied, ''I'm afraid you're wrong. When I leave this house, I'll call Stefan. He'll make it all disappear.'' ''I'm a witness! Is he going to make me disappear, too?'' ''If he has to...'' Nikolas turned on his heel and began to walk back towards the door. ''See you around, Robin.'' Hatred flooded Robin as she watched her husband walk away. The feel of Stavros' cooling skin against her reminded her of all that she had just lost. She scrambled off of him, dragging the blanket behind her. As she stood, she wrapped the wool blanket around her hand, making sure to cover it completely. Then, she picked up the gun that Nikolas had discarded. ''Stop!'' she called out. He stopped with his hand on the door knob. He shifted around enough to see that she was pointing the gun directly at him. He turned back to the door. ''You won't do it.'' ''You're going to pay for what you did here, Nikolas!'' she screamed. Her heart was racing and her hand shook as she held the gun. ''I loved him...and you took him away from me.'' ''He didn't love you, Robin. You understand that, don't you? He was using you to get back at me for blocking his access to the Cassadine Empire. It had nothing to do with you. It was me...me who loved you. Me who gave up everything just to be with you.'' ''He did love me!! And, in a way you could NEVER even begin to imagine.'' ''I'm leaving. I suggest you do the same.'' Nikolas opened the door. Robin made sure that none of her hand touched the gun. The blanket acted as a buffer between metal and flesh. She slipped a wad of bulky blanket behind the trigger. ''Oh, no, you're not leaving. If Stavros stays, so do you!'' she yelled as she fired the weapon. She felt absolutely nothing as Nikolas crumpled onto the floor. He writhed, the blood pooling from the hole in his back onto the stark white carpet. She stood there for a long while, watching him. And waiting... ''Robin...'' he groaned, ''Help me...Help Me!'' ''He's not dead,'' she mumbled in disbelief. The Magnum and the balled up blanket crashed to the floor as she ran across the room. ''He's not dead. He's not dead.'' She spun around in a tizzy as the fact pounded through her brain. She hadn't counted on him still being alive. ''He's not dead!!!!'' On impulse, she grabbed the phone off of the table beside the bed. Quickly, she dialed the first number that popped into her head. When he answered, she started to sob out the story. ''Nikolas...you remember Nikolas....well, I was having an affair with his father...no, no, you heard me right, I said his father...Stavros Cassadine...'' She shook her head in frustration as the voice on the other end of the phone railed at her choice, ''Yes, that scumbag! Nikolas found out and he came over and he shot Stavros...huh?...yeah, he killed his father....no, that's not the problem....well, it is the problem. I love Stavros and I was upset...He's not a scumbag!!!...I'll tell you what happened as soon as you stop calling Stavros a scumbag...Okay...I shot Nikolas, but he's not dead. What am I supposed to do? Should I call the police?...I know I'll go to jail, but it's the right thing to do....NO! I don't want to go to jail, but...'' Robin began to cry again as she listened to the soothing male voice on the phone. She gripped the receiver tightly as she hopped from foot to foot in nervous fear. Across the room, she could hear Nikolas crying out in pain. The man on the phone spoke rapidly. Robin nodded, saying, ''Okay...OKAY! I'll do what you said. I don't feel right about it....No, I know that you can handle it....Yes, I want you to help me. That's why I called...I'll do it. Just like you said. I'm so scared!!!!! What if.... He cut her off again, leaving her, when he was done persuading her, to murmur into the phone, ''Okay...I will....I won't go anywhere. I'll wait until you come....But if I called Uncle Mac...No, I don't want him to get into trouble....I'll stay here. I'll wait for you....No....I'll do what you told me....Don't tell me not to worry!!!!...I'll calm down. I'll do what you said. Okay...I love you, too...'' Robin hung up the phone. She walked timidly back to where she left the gun, the man's voice still ringing in her ears. The entire night felt surreal to her. From agreeing to stay with Stavros, to feeling the pull of the trigger in her hand, she couldn't be entirely sure that it had happened or that she had even really been there. Her hands spasmed violently as she picked up the weapon and held it, this time, with out anything stopping her prints from being left. ''Nikolas?'' she called out. ''Robin,'' he squeaked, ''Did you call for help?'' He's still alive! HE'S STILL ALIVE!! ''In a way, I did,'' she replied absently, walking to stand over him. ''God, Robin...I'm so sorry this happened...You have to know that I still love you.'' ''I know you do,'' she said. ''Help me!'' Robin bent over, placing the gun against Nikolas' head. She closed her eyes as she followed the first instruction she had been given. I'll be your cryin' shoulder I'll be love suicide I'll be better when I'm older I'll Be the greatest fan of your life She pulled the trigger. ''By the way,'' she muttered, ''Uncle Sean says hello.'' The Lyrics: I'll Be by Edwin McCain |
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