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Night	By : kattanon Category: S through Z > The Shield Views: 1080 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: - Night.
Author: - Katt.
E-mail: - kattanon@hotmail.com

Archive: - If you want it, just let me know.
Rating NC-17.
Fandom: - The Shield.
Pairing: - Dutch/m.
Series: - A prequal to "Dawn".
Warnings: - Contains non-con.
Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.

Chapter 1.

The car drove slowly along the quiet, dark street. It was 3a.m. and the area was deserted, the driver smiled to himself, no witnesses. He knew exactly where he wanted to go, which house he wanted to park by, after all he had been here many times before in the preceding months. He stopped and slowly reversed his car back into the small alleyway that ran next to the house, coming to a stop next to the high back gate. The man switched off the engine and pulled a large black holdall off the front seat as he got out of the car. The gate opened noiselessly its bolt having been broken for a while now; he liked to prepare the groundwork thoroughly. The householder had been busy with work lately and although he�d meant to buy a new one and fix it he hadn�t seemed to find the time. Once inside the garden the intruder stood for a moment relishing the night. There was no moon and so the only light came from the faint twinkling of the stars far above in the heavens. He felt a shudder of anticipation run through his body, ast ast the moment he had been waiting for, planning for, dreaming of was here at last. He had come to collect what was his.
Reaching up with one gloved hand to the lintel of the back door he quickly found the spare key that had been hidden there. He never failed to be surprised and faintly amused that the very people who saw society at its worst, saw burglary, violence and even murder everyday while they worked could be so lax when it came to their own security. However, he always interpreted it as a sign, an omen that this was meant to be, that the special ones he chose were indeed meant for him. Sometimes he even wondered if deep down they knew this themselves, somewhere in their sub-conscious they knew their fate was sealed.
Using the key he silently let himself into the dark house. The lack of light was no problem for him, his eyes had adjusted to the low light levels and he knew the layout of this house as well as his own. He�d spent many nights here while the owner was away at work on the night shift. He had let himself in and absorbed all he could about his choosen�s life. He�d drunk from his cups, sat in his chairs, watched his television, read his letters and looked through his photo albums. He felt he�d already shared so much of the choosen�s life and past that it was only right that he should control what would happen in their relationship in the future, and even how and when it would end.
Moving through the kitchen he entered the hall and was quickly at the bottom of the stairs. He paused for a moment, holding his breath and listening intently to the sounds of the sleeping house, all was quiet. Carefully he moved forward and began to climb the stairs, knowing of course that the third and fifth stairs both creaked. Upon reaching the landing he turned left and came to the master bedroom. He could feel the excitement building in him, his heart beating quickly, his blood singing in his veins. The anticipation at this moment was always so sweet that he paused for longer than necessary to savour it. As he pushed the door noiselessly open he could feel his penis hardening, the excitement almost unbearable, uncontrollable. Pausing again to gather himself he could hear the soft breathing of his quarry, he carefully put down his holdall and reached into his pocket taking out a s bot bottle and a cloth. The contents of the bottle were poured into the cloth, and pausing only to place the now empty bottle on the floor, he moved forward.
There was his prey at last, asleep on the left of the large double bed, even in slumber he never strayed over to the other side. That must be the side where that bitch of a wife had slept, he shouldn�t really curse her after all if she hadn�t left he wouldn�t be here now. He only chose those who were alone, those who needed him to bring their lives direction and purpose. So he thought of Lucy, her smiling face in the wedding pictures which had probably once hung on the walls but now were hidden away in a shoe box at the bottom of the closet in the spare bedroom, he thought of her with a smile and a small nod of thanks. Looking down again he studied the sleeping man before him. He slept on his front; his left hand resting by his face while his right hand was flung out to his side. It was a warm night and the comforter had been pushed down to the foot of the bed. Even the cotton sheet had ended up bunched up around the sleeper�s ankles. Not that he minded that, it just gave him the perfect view of the body in front of him. His gaze traveled up the body, along the long slim legs to the narrow hips and tight ass, on up across the back to where the shoulders widened. The warm weather had meant that only a tee shirt and boxer shorts covered that delicious body from his view, the warm skin from his touch. " Soon" he promised himself and the sleeping man in front of him. Looking up he studied the sleeping face before him. It was perfectly relaxed in slumber and looked younger with a hint of innocence that was delightful. Dark hair tumbled forward onto the sleeper�s forehead and the intruder had to resist the urge to brush it back. Equally dark eyelashes lay on the slightly flushed cheeks of his face, and his mouth was slightly open as he breathed slowly in deep sleep. Focusing he prepared himself for the struggle about to occur. This one was tall and although not hugely muscled he didn�t doubt that he would fight fiercely. Well he had a good couple of inches advantage in height over the prone man and he had been preparing and training for this, making sure that his muscular physic was in top shape. Gathering himself he made his move.
Swiftly he firmly planted his right knee in the middle of his prey�s lower back while reaching over with his right hand to restrain the other man�s right arm. Simultaneously the cloth was pressed over the prone man�s mouth and nose. Startled from sleep the man tried desperately to throw his attacker off. He tried to shout but the cloth acted as an effective gag muffling his efforts. His left arm was unrestrained and he searched with increasing terror for a weapon to use against his assailant. He tried to reach the table lamp on the bedside cabinet but in his panic only succeeded in knocking it onto the floor. He felt a sharp pain in his hand but the urge to survive made him dismiss it. He could feel his strength failing him, his head beginning to spin. He braced his left hand against the wall by the head of his bed and pushed back trying again to dislodge his attacker. The intruder had hung on throughout all the desperate struggling of the body beneath him, he knew it wouldn�t last long and indeed he could feel the chloroform which was on the cloth beginning to work. The man under him was weakening, his strength rapidly draining away. Finally after a last shudder the struggling man fell silent and still.
With a sigh of relief the intruder let himself relax, the hardest and riskiest part was over. He looked down at the luminous face of his watch, it read 3:40 time to move things along. He went over to the door of the room and flicked on the light. He moved forward, squinting slightly as his eyes struggled to cope with the sudden bright light. Reaching down into his holdall he removed a bundle of about 100 photos, all A4 sized and black and white. He carefully scattered them over the foot of the bed, on top of the comforter. Then he turned his attention back towards his prize. He was surprised when he saw blood. There was dark red blood on the sheet and pillowcase, and a bloody handprint that stood out starkly on the wall at the head of the bed. Concerned he moved forward to inspect the unconscious man who was draped across the bed. He relaxed when he saw the blood came from a slash across the other�s hand; it was only then that he noticed the glass which had been smashed in the frightened man�s struggle when he had been trying to reach the lamp. The damage didn�t look to bad but anyway he didn�t have time to see to it now. Moving back to his holdall he took out a black bundle which when rolled out onto the floor proved to be a body bag, such as was used by coroners. Leavthisthis he went quickly to the wardrobe and removed several items, placing them in the now empty holdall, he repeated this exercise with things taken from various drawers. Satisfied he went back to his quarry on the bed; he would have liked to spend some time inspecting his merchandise but knew time was passing. He comforted himself with the thought that it would be better to take his time unwrapping this particular package, and besides it would be much less fun with the other man unconscious. So he quickly pulled him from the bed and into the body bag, the holdall was also placed inside by the man�s feet. One last task to perform before he left. The throbbing in his erect penis was becoming uncomfortable and he needed relief. Standing by the foot of the bed he unzipped his trousers and reached in to free himself. He began to stroke himself while he regarded his handiwork. The signs of a struggle were evident in the room, and he hardened even more as he remembered feeling the other man�s body squirming under him. He remembered the short, quick, panicked breaths he�d taken; unknowingly quickening the effects of the chloroform. The intruder moaned in pleasure as he remembered that the whole room had reeked with fear, the terror had been almost palpable. His hand moved faster and harder, he could feel his completion nearing. He turned his eyes to the blood, it was spattered over the bedding, but it was the handprint which claimed his attention. He suddenly closed his eyes, threw his head back and groaned as he came long and hard. Gathering himself he tucked his softening penis away and looked at his DNA calling card left over the scattered photos on the bed. Smiling to himself he went over to the body bag and carefully zipped it up. Then he hoisted it over his shoulder in a fireman�s carry, with one last look at the room he turned, switched off the light and made his way downstairs.
Before leaving the house he went to the front door and unlocked it, just to make things go smoother tomorrow he thought. Moving swiftly he went out the back door leaving this also unlocked and went to his car, he opened the trunk and deposited his precious cargo safely inside. Getting into the car he started the engine and moved forward out onto the street. Seeing that all was silent he smiled, good still no witnesses. The car pulled away and was soon lost from view as it moved into the night.
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