Misery by M. Garnet

of the non-existent whatever that had turned to dust caused her stomach to churn.
    “Wait here, I need to throw these away.” His voice was a growl. He was going away, but he was coming back. She was slowly getting up, looking around, the pain in her body taking her breath away. Where could she go? She knew she couldn’t outrun him. Nobody could. These things were too fast. She started to shake. She felt cold even though the summer night was warm.
    He was back. He took her by an arm, lifting her up. When he pulled her out from between the cars there was a black SUV with the motor running. He walked around it and placed her in the passenger’s side, taking care to fasten the seat belt. Then he was in with the vehicle moving.
    He parked somewhere close to her apartment. He helped her out of the car, holding her close as he started up the steps. She stumbled on the last step at the lower front door. He simply reached down, put an arm under her legs and picked her up with ease to carry her up the stairs.
    When they reached her apartment, the door swung open by itself so that he could enter. He took her through to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. He went to the bathroom, got a damp towel and brought it back to her, putting it over her forehead. She heard him move out of the room, then he was back. She felt his weight sag the bed as he sat beside her.
    “I want to see if he hurt you.” She felt him start to remove her blouse. She started to fight his hands, but he just held one hand away. He ignored the other one, unbuttoned her shirt. He pulled it off one arm and when she feebly struggled, he rolled her towards him to pull it off the other arm. She was left in her bra. He said a word in a language she didn’t recognize, but she knew it was a cuss word.
    She stopped struggling and tried to look at her shoulder. There were two large deep scrapes. Already a bruise was forming over the entire shoulder. She leaned back and looked at the ruined blouse. She saw the bloody marks that she hadn’t noticed before.
    “I need your blood. I need to store a small amount. My vial was broken in the fight.” His voice was still that quiet monotone. Yep, let’s slice up and turn people to dust then follow up with a nice Chianti.
    She couldn’t think. Wait, yes she could, she’d get him something so he wouldn’t use those teeth. “Kitchen drawer, right hand side. Sterile water, replace it with blood.”
    She must have blacked out, because she was next aware of him taping a large bandage over her shoulder.
    “You have a bruise on your back. No broken skin there. It will hurt. I can take the pain, but you might not want me.”
    “I might not want you? You talk funny. I don’t want you. Right. I don’t want Vampires, I don’t want guys lurking around watching me, I don’t want people telling me I smell funny. Okay, while I am still dizzy and not thinking straight, why would I not want you?”
    “You are unique, we cannot influence you. But I experimented, I can exchange emotions.”
    Suddenly she was beginning to wake up. She shook her head and started to scoot away from him. He just reached over and pulled her back to the middle of the bed. “You should not move yet.”
    “You have been experimenting on me? How?” She was starting to get mad. It helped cover up the fright.
    “Yes.” He just looked at her. He held out a bottle of water to her. How did you argue with a giant who only spoke in short sentences or one word comments?
    “How? Show me?”
    He looked at her for a long moment. She stared at him with her anger growing. This whole situation was something she had to get control of, find some way to change. She needed to do it pretty quick. She felt some heat in her stomach and it seemed to creep lower.
    Had she hurt herself when she fell? She closed her eyes as she felt the heat hit her loins. She gripped the blanket in both hands. Her body began to respond to a tightening in her clit as it swelled and pushed