CPR: The Chakotay/Paris Realm


Author: Jeanette Kofoed
Codes: CP, VOY.
Series: Part 14 of the Thoughts series: "The Seduction of Paris", "Harry", "A Gift for a Soul Mate", "My Beauty", "Tom's Gift", "Chakotay's Gift", "Pain", "Bruises" and "Harry, Chakotay and Dimples", "He is Mine", "Seeking Help", "Steps" and "One Down"
Rating: NC-17, m/m sex
Archive: Paris Nights, Cha_Club. Anywhere else: Okay with me as long as you say where.
Dedicated: To Robin, who I am for ever grateful too for betaing this entire series for me, and to Mel and Elli.

Disclaimer: Characters within this stories belongs to Paramount Pictures and CO. But the story and the plot belongs to me.

Feedback is welcomed at succubus@get2net.dk

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Thoughts Part 14 --The Darkness around us--

Everything is so cold, and I can't remember how I got here. I was in sickbay, listening to the doctor explain how irresponsible having sex with Chakotay was, and then I was leaving. I try to move but find that my mobility has been hindered by a pair of cuffs. Gel cuffs. Damn, this can't be happening, not again--I can't take it.

I don't know how long I laid there, not long I think. But the darkness and coldness of the room I was in made it seem like hours. Something seems awful familiarly about this place, though. I suddenly hear a clapping noise and look around to search for the cause of the disruption of silence in the room, momentarily forgetting my own handicap. I can't see. My heart starts pounding even more violently, if that is even possible. Stupid, stupid me. I suddenly realize that it's my teeth chattering. I really feel stupid and weak. To be scared of one’s own chattering teeth. Then, another sound. Definitely not coming from any body part of mine. I lay still, concentrating on the sound. A fast and shallow intake of air, leads me to the answer, there is someone in here.

"Hello," I call out, regretting it the minute I do. An angry growl is the answer to my call, "Bitch, stay quiet." It's a man, but the voice is so harsh and evil that I can't recognize it.

He starts walking back and forth, his pacing seems almost uncertain. I try to keep still but my entire body is shaking. Suddenly he stops moving...

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Damn, damn. Why can't I just bring myself to kill him? It wasn't even supposed to go this far. I hadn't planned to bring him to this place; I was supposed to just kill him. Then why did you bring him here? I look over at his body, shaking like a leaf. Damn coward...not like Chakotay at all. Not big and strong. He isn't as muscular nor does he possess the calm self- possession that drew me to my beloved Captain in the first place. He's just handsome, witty and wild. So why this confusion when I'm around him? Why do I always have to suppress the will to just touch him, to just run my hand over his cheeks, his entire body?

I watch him with an amused smirk, as he tries to break free of the cuffs. I start smiling stupidly as he looks around, searching for another presence. The man is blind, how stupid can he be? He knows he can't see. I turn away with a sudden feeling of remorse. Something I don't feel often, and definitely not something I should feel when around him. He's a whore and damn little seducing bitch, who took Chakotay away.

"Hello," he suddenly calls out with a shaking voice that makes me want to go over there to him, instead I return his little greeting. "Bitch, stay quiet." And I mean it, if he doesn't...yeah then what Freddy, what will you do? I start pacing, not really sure what to do. Everything had gone wrong. Yesterday when I planned this, it had been so easy, all I had to do was kill him and make it look like an accident, and now I have kidnapped him, kept him here for over two hours. Surely Chakotay was aware now that his little bitch was missing.

Standing still thinking about things for a while clears my mind enough to come to a decision. He'll have to die. Even if it costs me my freedom, he has to die. I start moving towards him, holding the hypo in my hand. Just a few more steps and it will all be over soon.

"Now you'll die..." I say grinning.

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Chakotay I love you, please know that my love. All the things I wanted to say to you, do with you...it's all too late. As he comes nearer, my hearts stops, and I recall all the things we did together. I try to get it all down in the seconds I have left and find it almost impossible, so many happy memories and so little time. Tears start streaming down my face but strangely enough I don't beg him. I won't beg him not to kill me. He's a mad man, and I won't give him that satisfaction.

I feel his breath on my face, and for a second I could swear that he is going to kiss me. Without thinking I turn my head to the right, avoiding him and exposing my throat unknowingly. Before I realize it, I feel the familiar cold press and the tingle of a fluidic substance flowing through my veins.

Everything seems to get heavy. The legs I once couldn't feel are now throbbing painfully. My head gets dizzy, and my mouth fills with a metallic fluid I barely recognize as blood. I can't breathe. Help Chakotay, where are you?

My final thoughts are of Chakotay standing in front of me with the wooden box asking, "Will you marry me?" Then everything turns dark...

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Seeing his exposed throat, I immediately apply the hypospray to the vulnerable skin and press. The blessed releasing hiss is heard. It's done. I did it; he's no more. Never again will he come between Chakotay and I. Images of what the two of us will do floats freely through my mind--he's just mine now.

I look down at the blond pilot, Tom, the man my beloved used to have, and feel my mouth spread into a satisfied grin. He looks almost peaceful, and I'm tempted to kiss him and to run my hands over what Chakotay's hands so often has touched. Just so I can feel the reason why he always seemed to want his hands on this man's bare skin.

I bend closely down, my ear just above his mouth. Heaving intakes of breaths can be heard, but they are so silent. He'll die soon, I'm sure.

I stand up with a smiling face, and it's truly a happy day. I feel a laughter building from the bottom of my stomach and as it surfaces, I let it out with full force.

Suddenly two hands grip my shoulders hard and spin me around. I end up looking into a pair of dangerous brown eyes. I just smile...

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