Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Drobabes]

When the women came back out he started to get up out of his seat, planning on offering it to her for her to sit down, and he only had just barely stopped himself. Rafaels arm snaking around her waist made his hairs stand on end. The gesture should have been sweet and comforting, but for some reason it just made him uncomfortable. Maybe it was the way she was reacting to him; cold, distant, showing no love or affection for the man.

Vin also watched her head back to the kitchen, not even noticing the weight that was missing from his lap until the man said something. His eyes looked down to his lap, and then over at his guitar, now in the strangers hands. A little bit of jealous anger bubbled up through him as he watched Rafaels hands on it, wondering how the hell he had managed to get it without him noticing. That was his guitar, the guitar that Sabastian had given to him.

"You know, I don't think I remember giving you permission to touch it" he said, his tone flat and angry as he began to reach over the table. However the mans next actions made him pause.

"Did you just fucking smell it?"

He was utterly dumbfounded by that, as his words leave his mouth before he has much time to think about whether they could be taken as disrespectful or not. Not that he cared all too much now, he felt it pretty disrespectful to just go grabbing things that didn't belong to you.

"Shit..."

Vins eyes travel to where his gaze is looking, confused, and the sight of blood sends his own pulse racing. Within less than a second he is up and out of that seat and trying to head to the women.

"Mam?! Are you ok?!"

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Cora helped him search, staying behind him and simply shining the flashlight around each room as needed. When he pushed open the door to the bedroom she did the same thing, sweeping the flashlight from one side of the room to the other. However, in this room, something caught her eye and made her breath hitch.

On the left side, between the bed and the wall, there was a new babies crib, and on the dresser beside it was a large stack of clothes. Going by all the assorted pinks, purples, and yellows, she could take a guess and say it was a girl.

She didn't really notice when she stepped around Damien and slowly made her way over to the crib, nor did she notice she was holding her breath, until she was there. Her eyes wouldn't look away from it even though everything in her was screaming that she didn't want to know, that she didn't actually want to see.

Still, she moved forward. Slowly, cautiously, until the light shone down on that tiny bed and revealed...nothing. Just a stuffed raccoon.

Her hand was not shaking when she reached out to pick it up, but she felt cold. There was an empty, aching pain in her chest as she realised that she had kind of been hoping there had been something there, as foolish as it was. Who would want to bring a baby into this world? And yet...

Her thumb caressed that little raccoons cheek as she stared down into it's big blue eyes. What would it have been like? What would that life have been like?

 

[Poprockz]

The other man hadn't deigned to answer Vin when his anger of the guitar was expressed, nor when he asked about the man's weird smelling of the guitar. Vin seemed to have an issue with Rafael doing as he pleased, but the violet-eyed man frankly didn't care what Vin thought about him.

When Vin tried to leave for the kitchen, the two tentacles that had been poised at his ankles struck, grabbing and tripping the large man before dragging him the short distance back to the booth. Two additional tentacles wiggled across his body and grabbed his arms, bringing them together behind his back. They were tight, restricting his movements and making it so that he was forced to remain on the ground. However, the tentacles soon adjusted him so that he was on his back, pinning his arms above him and his ankles below him.

"It's too late now. She told me if she ever managed to find where I hid the knives, she would make the cuts vertical so they couldn't be stitched up. I could stop the blood flow anyway, but with that amount of blood, she's already gone," the man said regretfully, like he had accidentally bleached one of his shirts.

He strummed the guitar nonchalantly, liking the way it sounded. "This is so nice... I think I'll keep it. besides, you shouldn't have been associating with whoever gave it to you. They smell like a mistake anyway." his eyes flicked up to Damien, a smirk on his face.

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He watched as Cora practically glided into the room; it was almost like she was a ghost, drifting toward a memory with which she couldn't reconcile. Damien slowly lowered the gun, silently watching her as she went. She had gone straight to the crib, seeing the mass within that could conceivably been a baby. He found himself hoping to God it wasn't. The apocalypse was no time for babies; they were uncontrollable and loud and would be the death of them most likely. At that point, the baby would have caused all of their deaths rather than just its own.

Damien had nothing against children, but he knew that if he was ever confronted with a baby during these times, it would be a difficult choice to make.

She had picked up the little doll, staring at it as though deep in thought. The way she stood and held it seemed so lonely... Was she thinking about herself when she looked at that raccoon? Knowing that she would never hold her own child, never make a new life with the man she loved? Damien couldn't imagine what that was like, to have such potential ripped away from her without a choice and without anyone to save her.

He slowly walked up behind her, holstering his weapon and moving so that his chest was pressed against her back. His hands went around her torso loosely and he put his chin on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had that choice taken from you." Damien squeezed her a bit tighter, looking at the doll in her hand. His voice had been low, remorseful, and soft.

 

[Drobabes]

He hit the floor hard, his chin knocking against the wood flooring and causing his teeth to smack so hard together that it instantly gave him a splitting headache. When he was able to look down at what had tripped him, his eyes went wide.

For the first time in years, not since he was a boy, Delvin actually let out a scream of shock and fear. The sight of the alien appendages wrapping around his feet and then his arms, pinning him like some animal caught by a sadistic child, sent him into such a mind numbing state of fear that he all but lost himself. He fought against the fleshy tentacles restraining him even though it was pointless, his body writhing and trying to break free.

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"I'm sorry you had that choice taken from you."

She sat the raccoon down gently in the crib and just stared at it for a moment before answering, her hands resting on the cool wood.

"I wish Quint had let me do it. Or at least come with him... You know that's the real reason I was trying to learn medicine, so I could kill the fucker and get away with it. But Quint beat me to it."

She let her hands fall down.

"Little asshole."

It was said with affection, though there was just a touch of some real anger behind it. She never had, nor ever would have told Quint, but not letting her see the body, not letting her participate in taking him down, had been the cause of most of her nightmares. She was never able to let it go because she was never able to get closure. No proof that he was really gone.

 

[Poprockz]

Rafael rolled his eyes and got up, putting the guitar down on the table and stepping over to Vin. He crossed his arms and waited for Vin to tire himself out. Vin being the strong man he was, it took a little while before he had calmed down enough for the zombie to be satisfied. He crouched down next to him. "Are you done yet?" The man finally let his eyes really appraise Vin's body, looking him thoroughly up and down with those disconcerting violet eyes.

"It's such a shame... She was carrying my children, very soon to lay them. I'll still be able to salvage the eggs thank goodness, but she would have been good for many more batches if she would have just eaten enough to stay healthy and let me take care of her like the responsible man I am. It would seem that I'm left with little choice but to use you as my new surrogate.... Though I think you would have been my new favorite even if things didn't work out this same way." He smiled, reaching over and placing his hand on Vin's thigh. It started to gently rub in and out, the man keeping eye-contact with him.

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Damien listened, quiet for a moment, recognizing something in her that he himself had. He had worked out, day after day, getting stronger and stronger. His mother thought that he was doing it to pass the time and to look better for her, having no problem with it. His father was too arrogant to ever think that Damien could overpower him- that had ended up being his downfall.

"I wish you had been able to experience that as well. The damage that has been done can never be undone, but at least it's over. At least you know that they can never hurt you again." His face was somber, very serious. "I killed my father. Strangled him until he wasn't moving. For good measure, I spent the night sitting there, watching his body as though he was going to rise from the dead and come for me."

He paused, remembering the way his father had struggled. There had been a moment of realization in his father's eyes when he knew that Damien wouldn't abate, that a lifetime of torture had consequences. "Afterwards you just feel... empty. You're safe, but what do you do when your life is your own to live now? What do you do when you've been collared your entire life and then suddenly can go wherever you want?"

Damien shook his head, "I'm sorry, that's not comforting. We should... get some blankets." He let go of her and moved over to the bed, gathering up the comforter and one of the pillows.

 

[Drobabes]

Vin was freaking out. Even after he had wore himself out struggling, he couldn't calm down. He was scared for the women in the other room, but mostly he was scared for himself. What the fuck was this freak going to do with him?!

"I'll still be able to salvage the eggs..."

Sabastian's conversation by the fire suddenly surfaced in his mind. He had said she had tentacles, and used him to lay her eggs. He hadn't truly been able to understand what he was saying then, and he still wasn't sure if he understood now. All he knew was that this sick fuck was looking at him like a piece of meat and touching him in a way that made his stomach flip.

"Don't fucking touching me, man! Get the fuck away from me!"

He didn't know where he mustered the energy from, but he managed to give one more good struggle before he was left laying there and breathing hard once more. His eyes were as wide as saucers, his breath coming in heavy pants like a scared dog.

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The pain was still there, but as Cora listened to him talk, she felt comforted in a way that only her brother had ever been able to comfort her. Sarah had been a beautiful, uplifting soul that had come into their lives seemingly with the own purpose being to make them want to live, but she had never truly been able to understand. She knew what they had gone through, of course, and she had sympathized as best she knew how, but she could never truly empathize with them. She hadn't seen it, hadn't experienced it with them, so no matter how much they explained or recounted, she could never understand the feelings they had felt. She could never understand the pain, the fear, the anger. Or the cold.

But Damien did. He understood, without her having to explain it, because he had shared in something, if not the same, then similar enough. And much like herself and Quint, he had made it through, if a little broken.

"You're safe, but what do you do when your life is your own to live now? What do you do when you've been collared your entire life and then suddenly can go wherever you want?"

She sat the phone down carefully on the edge of the crib with the light facing up, so that it reflected off the ceiling and illuminated the room enough to see. Then she walked over to him.

"No, it is comforting."

She placed both her hands on either side of his face and stroked his cheeks gently with her thumbs.

"Quint always told me that I had to make the life that I wasn't given. To find things that made me happy, and just live. That it didn't have to be anymore complicated than that. But...Quint had Sarah."

She let her hands slide down, tracing his arms until she found his hands, and then she gripped them gently.

"And I guess now I have you...if you want this broken shell of a person with all her hangups."

Cora tried to smile for him then, but it felt a little weak.

 

[Poprockz]

"Shhh... Calm down. You're going to give yourself a heart attack, and then where would we be, hm? Let me explain some things to you to put your mind at ease." His hand moved inward, starting to rub over his crotch. He found the outline of Vin's cock and started tracing his fingers up and down over his pants, still maintaining eye contact.

"So, since you're a man, things are going to a little less comfortable for you than it would have been if you were a woman. With women, they can simply take the eggs in their womb until they're big enough to go into the hatchery. For men though... I can give you two choices, and I think you know what both of them are. I can tell you this, though. If you chose to receive them in the basement rather than the attic, then I guarantee that you'll be cumming so hard every time they exit."

Rafael's hand slid up to the button on Vin's jeans and he unbuttoned it, slowly sliding his zipper down. "Don't get me wrong, though. Either way, eggs aside, I'm going to fuck you till I'm satisfied. Ever been with a guy before, Vin? Ever had a man's lips wrapped around your cock?" He gave Vin's pants a break and slid his hand up the man's shirt to rub his abdomen.

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His eyes met hers as she held his face, and he listened to her. The way her thumbs gently stroked his face made him want to close his eyes and fall asleep in her arms. He didn't know how he felt about her words. What did it mean to live the life he wasn't given? Damien didn't know what it would have been like to live in a regular household, he didn't really know what he wanted out of life in general. The only things he had ever wanted was for his parents to disappear, and to have someone who could share a love with him.

"Cora. If someone told me that every day I spent with you would shave a year off my life, then I would gladly spend every day of the rest of my life with you next to me until the time came. I meant what I said in the bathroom- you mean everything to me. I'll always want you, every part of you." He squeezed her hands and kissed her forehead.

"We're both broken people. Maybe you can use some of my pieces and I can use some of yours," Damien kissed her lips, a soft, gentle kiss. He wanted her to know that he was hers no matter what.

 

[Drobabes]

Vin was trying hard not to actually take in what he was hearing. He didn't want to believe what was happening right now, what was about to happen. For the first time in his life, he was completely at the mercy of a disgusting person hell bent on using him for his own sick pleasure and it was breaking him.

His body starts to quiver and shake as Raphael's hand rubs up his leg and then over his cock, making him jerk his hips back as far as he can. His head starts to shake back and forth in pure denial, his teeth gritted hard.

"Stop! Get the fuck!...Stop fucking touching me!"

Was that his voice? He didn't even recognize it. He had never felt so powerless and he didn't know what to do.

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She kissed him back tenderly, a few tears falling down her cheeks. When they at last broke it off, she laid her head on his chest for a moment and hugged him tightly.

"Hmm. Maybe we should leave Sabastian in the car and sneak back up here" she laughed weakly, then rubbed his back a little and went over to the bed. She grabbed a single pillow and the blanket, the phone, then started heading for the stairs.

She was so exhausted and tired from the days events that she wanted nothing more than to just curl up with him and go to sleep. Walking over to the women, she sat the pillow down on the ground, then shook the blanket out in the air, draping it over her. Her hands brought it up near her chin, her intention to tuck her in a bit, or at least wrap it around her shoulders to keep her warm.

 

[Poprockz]

"I will touch you however I please because you're my brood mare now, Delvin. For example..." He moved his hand back to the man's pants and reached inside, slipping his fingers into the man's boxers before pulling it out. Rafael smiled, pleased with the way his cock looked. It was pretty big and thick, and he liked the idea of dominating the dom. He moved in-between Delvin's legs, his tentacles holding his ankles securely to keep him from doing him any harm.

Leaning forward, he held Vin's cock as he slowly licked it once. With a smirk, he let his tongue extend, the long, wet appendage wrapping around his cock as his mouth enveloped the head of Vin's flaccid member. "Mm..." The man started to move his mouth up and down Vin's shaft, trying to get him hard and ready.

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He hugged her back, finding nothing more peaceful than the feeling of holding Cora in his arms. Damien also chuckled weakly at her next comment, "yeah. Maybe so. Perhaps this once, we could be the things going bump in the night."

Following her down, he had a pillow in his own hand in case they needed it for something else, or if the woman needed to be propped up more. He set it down near the couch and watched Cora putting the blanket on the woman. He wasn't paying super close attention, but he was still a bit wary, his hand on his pistol.

What happened next happened so fast that he didn't even have time to blink before the blood sprayed. The woman had reached out and grabbed Cora's arm, her teeth sinking down near her elbow on her forearm. As soon as he blinked and processed what had happened, he drew his pistol and shot the woman in the head, putting her to rest.

Damien looked at Cora and knew what had happened- she had been bit. How the fuck could this have happened? The woman seemed sick, but it wasn't as though she had seemed infected. She didn't look like she had been bitten anywhere and had been docile up until that point. How could he have let this happen? He dropped down to his knees next to her and grabbed her arm, grabbing the blanket and trying to press it against her arm to stop the bleeding.

Sabastian showed up in the doorway, his puffy eyes wide in fear. "Damien, there's a-" He saw Cora hunched over with Damien trying to help and he shook his head in disbelief, his lip trembling. "No..."

"Don't just stand there, we need to fucking treat this! We need to stop the bleeding! Grab some bandages or something." Damien hissed.

The little blonde looked conflicted before he came over to Cora. With strength, he forced Damien to let go of her and took the towel off. A fleshy tentacle came from his side and drooled a viscous liquid on it, instantly starting to thicken and prevent any more blood from flowing out. It looked like some kind of glue.

 

[Drobabes]

He was crying. He was actually fucking crying as the sick fuck pulled his cock out of his pants and put his mouth near it.

He felt no attraction to him whatsoever. In that moment, all he felt was disgust. Disgust that quickly escalated into sheer terror once more as his tongue seemed to extend beyond what was humanly possibly, it's warmth and wetness wrapping around his sensitive head and making him beg.

"Stop! Stop, please!"

Suddenly he felt himself growing, despite what he was feeling in his mind. His body seemed almost as if it were separate from himself, responding to the physical stimulation with a mind of its own and pumping blood into his quickly engorging member. The realization of what was happening made him feel even more disgusted than he thought was possible, and he stops struggling, momentarily in a state of shock.
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It all happened so fucking fast, she didn't even have time to react. One moment she was tucking the women in, and the next she was letting loose with a scream as her teeth sunk into the flesh of her arm. The pain of the bite was intense, but not nearly as much as the strange searing, throbbing ache that begin to radiate up her arm and down her hand.

"Oh fuck. Oh shit, oh shit!"

She grabbed just above the bite, trying to squeeze her arm, as if that would somehow stop the venom from spreading. Already she could feel it though, pumping through her veins and throughout her body, right down to her feet.

"Oh shit shit oh shit..."

She didn't know what else to say. What could she say?

Her eyes watched Sabastian, momentarily distracted by what he was doing, and when he was done, she numbly tried to peel it off. The shock of the situation wasn't letting her think straight, and she thought that if the blood couldn't get out, then the venom couldn't get out either.

Suddenly she felt hot. Really, really hot.

Her hand switches from trying to peel the strange glue off, to peeling her shirt off, her breathing starting to pick up as she pants and sweats.

 

[Poprockz]

Rafael noticed that his body went limp, pulling off his cock for a moment to lick his lips and admire the way his cock was now semi-hard. "Don't worry... I'll be keeping you alive for as long as possible. No need to fear. I'm so generous even, that I'm willing to let you cum before I fuck that handsome ass of yours. Did you know, that my cock can't actually lay eggs in you? A tentacle is required to lay them. If I put them in your mouth, that's easy enough since they start out the size of marbles. Getting them out your mouth would be a bit more tricky, but I'm a bit of an expert, so we would make due."

He leaned down again, letting his tongue lap at Vin's balls for a moment before moving back to suck his dick. The man voraciously sucked, slobbering and slurping on his member in an attempt to get him to orgasm for him. It seemed as though the man didn't really care about getting him off as much as stroking his own ego about his sexual prowess. His violet eyes intently watched his every move, enjoying this new, fun experience.

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The situation starts to sink in a bit, and Damien could feel his heart beating so fast. He couldn't believe she had been bitten. His hands were on her skin, so he could feel it when she got very hot, understanding why she might remove her shirt. Scooping her up, he carried her quickly upstairs and put her in the bed in that room. He helped her take off all of her clothes, not caring whether Sabastian was there to see it or not.

"Cora, I'm right here. I'm right here for you," he said, his voice shaking. She had to be okay, she just had to. His eyes looked more frightened than he had ever been before, his entire body shaking from the shock and fear of the situation.

 

[Drobabes]

He couldn't keep watching this shit. As much as he didn't want to look away and leave himself vulnerable, he had to. His head moves to the side, looking anywhere but at Raphael, even as he continues to speak.

Tentacles. He had mentioned tentacles again, and as much at it freaked him out, he tilted his head back against the floor to look up at them. Just as he did that, he felt something hard press against the back of his skull, and with sudden realization, he realized he still had the little flame thrower in the backpack. Could he get it out though? He would need his hands to be freed...

Raphaels mouth working his cock had him growing harder and harder, despite it all, and he squeezes his eyes shut momentarily. The guy seemed to be really intent on getting him off, maybe if he just faked giving in for a few moments...

Fuck!

This was so wrong. This was so fucking disgusting, but he already had him down with no hope of getting up unless he tried something.

As he let's his head lay back, he let's out a small grunt. It wasn't too hard to fake considering a grunt of pleasure and a grunt of discomfort could be pretty similar. He just prayed that Raphael would take the bait without him having to do more.

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Cora rolled herself into a ball on the bed, still embarrassed to be naked in front of Sabastian even through the shock of what was happening. However, not even ten seconds after Damien had helped her strip, she started shaking, getting some of the worst chills she had ever experienced in her fucking life. Even the worst case of the flue had never felt so utterly shocking on her system.

She reached over and quickly grabbed her clothes, pulling them back on quickly and then holding herself as she started to shake uncontrollably. She wasn't sure if her body was actually cold, or if it was similar to a flue in that she only felt cold when she was actually running a fever. So for this reason, she forced herself not to crawl under the second blanket that was on the bed.

"L-leave m-my clothes on" she said through chattering teeth.

When it finally seemed to calm down a bit, and she was able to stop shaking, she put her head between her knees and her hands over the back of her head.

"I'm so fucking sorry..."

She felt way too sick to shed actual tears, but fuck if she didn't want to bawl her eyes out.

"First Vin, and now I go and get myself bit over a fucking shoe of all things..."

And there was the heat again. She let go of her head and leaned back against the wall, swallowing hard. Her mouth felt so dry all of a sudden, and when she looked down at her skin she noticed she was getting stress hives. Her head felt heavy and dizzy, and when she tried to lean over and lay down, she quickly regretted the decision, forcing herself back up into a sitting position before the bile had a chance to work itself up into her mouth.

 

[Poprockz]

The tentacled man seemed pleased at the sound of Vin's grunt, having taken it as one of reluctant pleasure. A little muffled chuckle could be heard from him as he continued to suck, his abnormally large tongue twisting and sliding up and down his cock within his mouth. He put Vin's wrists together and held them down with one tentacle, still plenty to keep him in place.

The now free tentacle came back and slipped itself into his boxers via the front. It slid around his balls and up his ass, rubbing against his asshole for a few more moments before Vin felt something warm and slippery be squirted on his ass. The tentacle rubbed the liquid around his puckered hole, lubing him up before slowly pushing forward. It slipped easily into him despite his clenching, the appendage starting to thrust in and out of him. Every time it would thrust, it would rub against his prostate, sending pleasure through his body while the man slobbed his cob.

"Mmm..." The man moaned, excited at the idea that Vin might be coming around to it. A willing brood mare was much better than an unwilling one, after all. He was just arrogant enough to think that the pleasure itself could change Vin's opinion from disgust to longing.

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Sabastian watched in concern from the doorway, more worried about her than embarrassed about seeing her naked. He wished he would have gone in with them. Maybe then he would be the one the zombie would wake up around and they could have put her down before she harmed anyone.

When Cora got the chills, Damien put his arms around her after her clothes were on, holding her tight through her shaking. "No, no, no. It's okay, Cora. It's going to be okay. It's not your fault." He said it softly, his voice strained as he felt her body change to the heat again. His arms let go of her and he took a step back, turning in Sabastian's direction.

In his fear, his eyes turned angrily to look Sabastian in the eye. "Why didn't you know? Aren't you supposed to be able to sense them? Didn't you say it was safe? Look at her! Does this look safe to you?"

Sabastian opened his mouth, shaking his head but not able to answer. His eyes welled up and he choked out, "I-I didn't know. I thought I could sense them all, but maybe it's just the ones that are already turned. Fuck... I'm-I'm so sorry." He started crying, wiping his tears away with his sleeves. He couldn't stand the thought of Cora dying because he told them it was safe. The guilt and shame of it coursed through him, making him sob with shuddering breaths.

Damien let out a little frustrated noise, all of his emotions bubbling up at the idea of Cora dying. She couldn't die, it just wasn't something he could accept.

 

[Drobabes]

The move wasn't lost on Vin and it gave him hope, as brief as it was. The freak had felt comfortable enough to leave just one of the disgusting appendages holding him down.

However, that hope was quickly dashed away when he felt it, or perhaps a different one, suddenly snake up the crack of his ass. Bile rose in his throat as he felt something wet and warm squirt against his skin, and then... Oh no.

His grunt was a bit louder this time, and despite himself, he felt his cock twitch in the bastards mouth. It felt so disgusting, like some alien worm, but at the same time it was rubbing against one of the most sensitive parts of his body, making him pant. He recognized that he had no control over whether it felt good to him or not, but that didn't stop him from feeling shame flood his already taxed system.
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Cora's hand reached out and gripped the fabric of his jeans tightly as she wrapped the other arm around her legs. The pain near the bite was still throbbing hotly, but she didn't care. She was scared shitless and she didn't know how much time she had, if any, before she turned.

"Damien stop it!"

It was the first time she had been legitimately angry with him, her little display in her apartment when she had blamed him for not making it to Washington on time being born more from pain than pure anger. But right now she was angry, and she made sure he looked down at her before she let his leg go and softened her tone.

"You know it wasn't his fault. Stop it."

She felt like she was going to heave suddenly, but she swallows it back.

"I wouldn't have wanted you to do anything differently. We didn't know she was turning. If she hadn't been turning, and you shot her, that would have been murder."

Her eyes searched his face then, as hard as it was in the dark.

"You are not a murderer."

Cora had to make him understand. If he took nothing else from their short time together besides the deep love she had felt for him, then he had to take this away. He had to. He couldn't go back to that life he had led; not now, not when he was so close to finally feeling what it was to be happy.

Suddenly her hand was on his leg again, pushing him away.

"Get away from me. I am not going to let myself bite you. You don't have to leave the room, but get away from the bed.”

 

[Poprockz]

The man pulled off his cock once more, smirking, “mm, you like that don’t you? I bet it’ll feel even better when my cock is inside you.” He stroked Vin’s cock while moving his face to Vin’s stomach, closing his eyes and taking a deep inhalation with his nose. The man shuddered and looked back up at Vin, “has anyone ever told you that you smell amazing?”

He leaned over Vin, his hands traveling up his abdomen and chest before sliding up his arms. The tentacle released him, but the man already had his hands wrapped around his wrists. Like the tentacles, he effortlessly held Vin down as he licked his neck lewdly. The tentacle went to work jerking Vin’s cock while he took a break, the other tentacle still thrusting and squirming against Vin’s prostate

Rafael then kissed him, his agile tongue slipping into his mouth. One of his hands loosened their grip and started to move back down before tightening again, as though he really wanted to hold Vin’s face and make out with him, but he knew he couldn’t let go of his captive yet.

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He stopped, his eyes a bit apologetic like a puppy who had ripped up a sock. At first he was simply guilty that he made her angry at him, but as she continued he hung his head down a little. He was a bit ashamed that he had let himself lash out at Sabastian when he didn’t even know the limitations of his affliction, and was going to a rough time right now too.

His eyes went to the blonde and he made an earnest, “I’m sorry Sabastian. I’m just... I wasn’t thinking.”

Sabastian shook his head, sniffling, “it’s okay, I know.” He walked over to Damien and hugged him, the man a bit taken aback by the display of affection. His arms hesitantly went around the smaller man and he held him tightly, finding that it was different than holding Cora, but he still felt comforted by it.

When she continued on to say he wasn’t a murderer, he let go of Sabastian and turned to her with a conflicted gaze.

Damien didn’t like the way she had suddenly brought that up, he didn’t like it one bit. It made him feel like she was trying to get closure in case... “I don’t think now is the time for that conversation. We’ll-we’ll wait until when you get better,” he replied.

When she pushed down his legs, he took a couple steps back before taking a hesitant one forward.

“Cora, I don’t care if I get bitten, but I-“ he swallowed hard, fighting the way his eyes were wanting to mist over. “I need to be near you. Please let me...” He didn’t give two shits whether he got bitten or not. If she died, he would soon follow. He liked Sabastian, so maybe he would travel with him until they found a group of survivors, but Damien didn’t want to live in a world that didn’t have her in it. She was right in thinking that he couldn’t go back to the way things were- by tasting happiness with her, he couldn’t bear the thought of being without. She was happiness to him.

She was probably just as afraid as he was, if not more, and he wanted to hold her and comfort her.

 

[Drobabes]

The shame built as the monster called him out on it, and a shuddering, heaving breath left his chest as he sobbed and shook his head in denial. No, he didn't like it, his body did. His body was simply acting as a receptacle for all the intense stimulation, and he was powerless to stop that. He had to get control again, he couldn't take much more of this.

When his neck was licked he shuddered and tried to turn his head away, his tongue feeling like some kind of warm, wriggling, slug against his hot flesh. And then it was on his lips and he was powerless to stop it from entering his mouth.

He was trying so hard to think through the fear and pleasure, his hard rod once again betraying him as it twitched and leaked it's warm precum, the added stimulation to his prostrate working him closer and closer to a forced orgasm. What did he have to do to get this bastard to let him go?

Then he felt it. As Raphael was kissing him, he felt the way his hand had loosened, just for a moment.

He didn't jump right into it, afraid that coming on too aggressive would give his intentions away. So instead he forced his body to seemingly tire out and lay more placid against the ground, then he let his hips jerk ever so slightly. He waited for quite a few moments before finally starting to kiss the freak back, tentatively letting his tongue wrap around his, like a virgins first time. He kept his eyes shut, not wanting to see that smug bastards face and lose his own self control to hatred.

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The heat coursing through her body was so intense she felt as if her brain was going to boil right inside of her skull. It was as if her body knew the disease couldn't handle the high temperature and it was doing everything it could to damage and kill it. Unfortunately, it was damaging itself in the process.

The bile that she had been attempting to push back finally rose up into her throat, and she has to scramble to the opposite end of the bed to let it out. She tries to aim for the ground, but some of it hits the crib and the horrific symbolism her brain wanted to pull up in that moment and haunt her with makes her heave again.

When it stops, she wipes her face with the arm that hadn't been bit, and shakily looks over her shoulder. Damien had been trying to get near her and she hadn't had time to stop him before.

"Damien get the fuck away from the bed!"

It was so hard to think through the heat and the fog consuming her mind, but she had to. She had to keep him safe.

"Sabastian make him back off! Please..."

Tears were pouring down her face now as she sobbed, then turned back to heave once more. The intensity of it was so strong that she has to put her hand against the wall to stop herself from falling over, and when it's finally done and she finally feels her stomach settle, she scoots back against the bedframe. She doesn't make a move to come over to Damiens side, but the look on his face tares into her heart like a white hot knife.

"I'm sorry baby" she sobs.

"But I can't...I can't let you hurt yourself. Not while I'm still with it. Baby please don't hurt yourself, please..."

 

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The tentacled man was extremely receptive to Vin's tactics. He had felt the way he had turned away from him, shaking his head as if to deny the pleasure he was providing. Rafael had figured that it was the man's first time with another man, that being the main hang-up for him (beside the fact that Rafael was literally a tentacle monster). So when he started jerking his hips as though he couldn't help but enjoy it, it only made his own cock get harder, pressing into Vin's thigh.

Seducing a straight guy had always been one of his private kinks, and to live that out felt so fucking hot to the monster. Because of this, he was a little less careful when it came to what he was doing, so caught up in his own excitement and lust. "Mmm..." He moaned into Vin's mouth as he felt the tongue starting to dance with his own, so hesitant and curious like that of a virginal, blushing bride.

He couldn't help it, he needed to touch him, feel him more. The pace of the tentacle in his ass increase, thrusting quickly now while the tentacle jerking him off matched that same pace. His mouth pressed against Vin's more insistently now, his hot breath and saliva mixing with the captive man's. It would all pay off though, as his hands loosened and then retreated down Vin's arms. He caressed Vin's face and shamelessly kissed him deeply, his hips grinding against Vin's thigh.

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Damien watched her throw up, pity in his eyes. He had a strong stomach so the smell of vomit didn't phase him, but the way her whole body wracked and made her helplessly spill her puke made his heart hurt. He had indeed tried to get closer, his first instinct to go over and hold her to rub her back.

However, when she told him to back off, he didn't know what to do. He was so conflicted between wanting to respect her wishes and do what she asked, and wanting to ignore what she wanted and force her to let him comfort her. "It's okay... It'll be okay. No one is going to get hurt." The man was about to take an instinctive step forward when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Damien looked at Sabastian, willing to fight him for the right to stay by her side, but Sabastian looked back at him with sympathy.

"Damien. Go get her a bucket or a bowl. If she's going to puke, we want to keep her comfortable in here. Grab some cleaning supplies and any medicine you can find too. If there's any way we can keep her body more comfortable too, then we should do it. I'll keep her company until then, okay?" He gave Damien a beseeching look, understanding what Cora was feeling. She wanted so badly to keep Damien safe at the cost of the feeling of his arms around her. Cora was probably so scared of turning, but more scared of dying knowing that she had doomed the man she loved because of her "selfish" desire to be held.

While the steely-eyed man didn't want to leave, he couldn't argue with Sabastian's reasoning. The tasks he had been given would indeed help Cora, and it seemed like the only thing he could do right now that would at least make things a bit better. "Okay... I'll be back soon," he looked at both of them, lingering at the doorframe before leaving to quickly gather up the supplies.

 

[Drobabes]

Vin had pretty good self control when it came to staving off his own orgasm, and now was no different. Even as the appendage in his ass increased in speed, adding to the pleasure his cock was feeling and making him shudder, he held off. He let his tongue work with the other man's for a moment after he let his wrists free, trying to keep Raphael distracted as he felt in his backpack for the flamethrower. He had to make sure he had a good grip on the thing and ready to turn it on before he made his move.

Then, he had it.

He let's his free hand snake over the mans back in an intimate touch, and he pushes his own body up against him a bit, lifting his back so he could pull it out. Once he has it out, he flicks it on and then grabs Raphaels hair and pulls him hard. The flame comes up to his face, and he lets it loose, not even caring if he gets a bit scorched himself in the process, as long as it meant getting this sick fuckers eyes.
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Cora watched him leave, relief flooding through her, and as soon as he was out the door, she held her head up shakily and looked at Sabastian.

"Thank you."

She puts both her hands on either side of her face, just trying to breathe through the heat.

"Was it this bad when you went through it?"

The fear of dieing was nothing knew to her, so it wasn't the first emotion at the forefront of her mind. In those few quiet moments while Damien was looking for supplies, Cora had a moment to think about what would happen if she died.

He wasn't going to take it well, obviously, as already he had been willing to get bit just to be close to her. She couldn't have that. She couldn't be the only reason he chose to keep going, but she felt as if she begged him to, or tried to make him promise, it wouldn't be enough.

Suddenly she looked up at Sabastian through the dim light, a thought coming to her mind. Would it work though? And could she tell him? She would have to for there to be any chance, but suddenly she had to know. She had to know if he could do it, or even be willing to.

"Sabastian...come over here for a minute..."

Once he was close enough that she could speak quietly with him, because she didn't want to risk Damien hearing her, she looked at him and swallowed hard. She was so conflicted, she didn't know if she could do this. It wasn't just her secret to bare, but she didn't have time to ask Damien for permission and she felt like he would fight her on her reasoning for doing so.

"Damien hasn't..." she started, then stopped. That damn heat. But she had to, she had to know.

"Damien hasn't been bit yet, Sabastian. The bite that the army gave him a mark for was from me. I bit him."

She swallowed hard, suddenly unable to meet his gaze.

"The first time that I ever met him was in the woods, a ways away from his cabin. I was hiking and he came up on the same trail as me. He was trying to kidnap me, and when he put me over his shoulder, I bit him."

Despite feeling so sick, and now a little sick with something else, she let out a dark little chuckle. Her hand came up to run her fingers through her hair and push it out of her face, then she met his gaze again.

"He took me back to his cabin and we spent a few days together. I'll spare you the details, but by the end of it I didn't feel like a captive anymore. And I wasn't. He had every intention of letting me go on that third day, and Sabastian, he never hurt me."

She knew what she was telling him was dark and disgusting, truly low stuff that only human trash would do. At least, she was sure that's how he would feel about it.

"It wasn't stockholm. It still isn't. I'm not going to sit here and make excuses for him-what he did was absolutely wrong, he should never have done such things. But...I understand why he did them. He was trying to get something that he didn't know how to get, but he wasn't trying to cause pain. Do you understand? There's a difference. Me and my brother were...we were..."

Why was this so hard to talk about? It wasn't as if she had never talked about it before, she had talked plenty of times in the therapists office and with Sarah. Back then, though, back then she had been numb. Maybe that was why. She couldn't get herself into that comfortable state of numbness where she could speak words and that's all they were-noises to relate meaning.

She swallows again and new tears start streaming down her face, but she forces herself to open her mouth and talk, because she had to know if he could forgive him. She had to know if Sabastian could forgive Damien for the things he had done and still be able to stay by him and be his friend. If he couldn't? Then she might as well let Damien climb up in bed with her, because the minute she turned would be the minute he put a bullet in his own head.

"Me and my brother were molested by a very evil man since we were six years old. It didn't start off intense, he spent years grooming us and getting close to our parents and our community so he could be near us and...and threaten us. He had ways of keeping us quiet, and no one ever suspected a thing.

"Then our parents died in a car crash when we were twelve, and he jumped on the opportunity. He adopted us. And he...and he...Sabastian, you can't even imagine the things he did to us. You thought Margaret was a sick bitch? She was a fucking kitten compared to the evil that bastard held in his heart."

She was full out sobbing now, trying to wipe her eyes so she could still see him as she spoke.

"I can't... I can't make the choice for you, but Damien isn't evil Sabastian. It's your choice, but please, please forgive him. He wouldn't ever do those things again, I know he won't, and if I go, I know he's going to follow me if he has nothing to live for!"

Her head falls between her knees and her hands weave themselves over the back of her neck. Her whole body shakes and heaves as she sobs, not being able to hold it back any longer.

 

[Poprockz]

Rafael almost creamed his pants when Delvin caressed his back, loving that he was now taking a more active role. The click of the torch was heard, but he was too involved in molesting his prey that he didn't realize the danger until his hair was yanked. The flame blue flame made contact with the man's eye and it was a horrific scene from there.

"Wha-AAAAAAAAHHHH!" The zombie screeched, rolling off Vin and writhing, the fire quickly spreading over him as though he was covered in gasoline. There was no hatred in his eyes, only pain at the searing way the fire licked and consumed his body. His tentacles thrashed, each of them burning and shriveling up. Try as he might to roll and put it out, the fire burned strong and soon the screaming man was still and silent. His body simply lay there, burning brightly in the diner.

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"You're welcome..." He sighed and looked at the door, wondering whether that would keep Damien occupied for long before looking back at her at her next question.

"Yeah. It feels like you're on fire from the inside out. Like your humanity is being burned away. I was in a room just screaming for the first day-my eye hurting like a bitch. Then the second one it started getting better and better until I was... changed." He shifted on his feet, pulling off his eyepatch and putting it in his pocket. That beautiful violet eye opened and his gaze was now mis-matched like a husky or a cat's.

Sabastian cocked his head curiously and walked over to Cora. The man kicked off his shoes, climbing onto the bed and putting his arm around her shoulder. Even if she turned, he knew she wouldn't bite him due to his own infected status. More likely she would ignore him, seemingly unaware of his presence. He thought to himself that in someway it was cruel that he was the one who was able to safely hold Cora while Damien struggled to keep himself away from the woman he loved more than anything.

He sat there, listening to her entire speech. His expression would shift from surprise, to disgust, to horror at times, unsure of why she was telling him all of this until she reached the end.

What Damien had done was certainly wrong, he wasn't going to argue with her on that one. The thought of him taking Cora and... doing things to her against her will didn't sit right with him. He could kind of understand what she meant, though. When he worked at that mansion, he had never seen a time when Damien had ever been held. His father never showed him any affection, and his mother would constantly manipulate him into thinking that he was an awful human being, undeserving of happiness. In that way, he could understand the need to seek out what he had never received, even if it was a sick way of doing so.

Part of him wondered if it really was Stockholm's. Though she denied it, would she really even know if it was affecting her or not? The fact of the matter was that she had fallen in love with her kidnapper over such a short period of time.

Regardless of all of this, he could tell that Cora loved Damien deeply and that she didn't want him to kill himself once she was gone. Honestly, it was a big thing she was asking for here. He didn't know whether he would be able to keep the man alive after she passed with anything short of tying him up and dragging him around with him. However, he was willing to try for her. Since he had met Cora, he had seen sides of Damien he hadn't known existed. It truly seemed like she had been teaching him how to be a better person.

If this was the end of the world and if Cora thought he deserved a second chance, then Sabastian was willing to take that leap.

"Alright. I'll do what I can. I can't promise too much, but if there's anything I can do afterward to keep him going, I'll do it. At the very least, maybe I can divert his suicidal tendencies to something good, like joining one of the military outpost rescue teams." He squeezed her and his eyes met hers once more. "I'm so fucking sorry for what you went through. I had no idea... I don't really know how I feel about all of this, but if you think he deserves leniency, then I'll try."

 

[Drobabes]

Delvin screamed right along with him, dropping the torch and quickly scooting back until he hit something solid and could go no further. He sat there, watching and shaking and making his own noises of distress, until it was done.

For quite some time, he didn't move. He barely even breathed. Finally, though, he noticed that the burning body was starting to catch on to the objects around it, so he forced himself to get up and head towards the kitchen in search of something to put it out with. He quickly cleaned himself up, feeling numb as he tucked his cock back in his pants and zipped them up, and then looked around for a fire extinguisher. He found one and used it to put the flames out.

When it was done, he through the extinguisher in the ground and then went over to a table to sit down.

Hours passed by, and he did nothing but sit and stare at the burnt flesh that was his rapist. He still couldn't quite come to grips with what had happened, and it was quite some time before he got up and began to numbly walk through and explore the rest of the building, taking the torch with him. He wasn't even sure of what he was looking for at that point, he just couldn't keep sitting there.
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Cora sobbed even harder when he told her he would try, an intense weight being lifted from her shoulders and making her feel more at peace. That's really all she could ask for, was that he tried. She then nodded before continuing.

"I do. I meant what I said, he never hurt me. And he never tried to break me. When we found Daphne, he saved her from those men when he could have just made me leave with him and left her to be raped. Maybe my moral compass isn't exactly in perfect condition, but I really don't think he's evil or even close to it Sabastian. If he was, I never would have come with him."

She wiped her eyes and tries to stop herself from sobbing anymore, but it was difficult.

"I'm sorry I'm even asking you Sabastian, I know it's all so fucked up, but thank you. I tried...I tried for so long to fix myself Sabastian and I couldn't do it. And then you two came along and I finally felt like I could be happy again. I forgot what that was like, to be happy on my own and not just looking at it through someone else's eyes... Thank you for giving me that."

She wanted so badly to lean into his hug, to seek that physical comfort, and yet there was that damn heat again, rolling through her limbs like hellfire. She couldn't talk anymore, all she could do was put her head down and try to breathe through it. Was this it? Was this the point we're she would lose herself to the infection and become nothing more than a husk?

 

[Poprockz]

When he entered the kitchen, he could see the woman was now laying in a puddle of blood. She had gone to great lengths to make sure that the eggs in her womb would never see the light of day again before finding a release from Rafael's prison. The amount of willpower it would take to endure that pain would have had to be immense. And yet, she almost seemed to have a somewhat content expression on her face.

Nearby, the storage room door was open, and one could see that the light was on in there. Bits of pink flesh slightly leaked out from the room, indicating that what was inside would likely disturb him further.

Within the storeroom, the walls, ceiling, and floor were coated with the fleshy material. It actually did seem like some kind of goopy flesh, and seemed quite moist. In random places against the walls, people could be made out. They were fused to the flesh, their bodies merely husks of what they once were. The only saving grace was that none of them had eggs in them. Like Sabastian, it was likely they were simply restrained and kept in there if they became too unruly and had died from refusing to eat.

There were small batches of eggs on the ground, some larger than others. The largest were about the size of bowling balls and were tucked away into the corner. It was an awful sight, something that most had only seen in nightmares. If Vin hadn't had the torch, it was possible he would have ended up either like the woman, or like the bodies that had become one with the alien flesh.

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Sabastian nodded at her, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. In all his years around Damien, it was true that he didn't seem like the sort of person who would hurt someone just for the fuck of it, or for the thrill of doing it. He didn't really interact with people much in general back in the day, and seemed rather lonely. Maybe Cora simply saw that he was just struggling, and she was trying to slowly change his disinterest in other people.

"It's okay, and you're welcome. It hasn't been long, but you're a kick-ass chick, and I definitely consider you to be a friend. That's why I'll say this." His hands went to either side of her face and he held her, looking into her eyes with a serious expression, "fight it. Don't give in until you've fought with every piece of you. I know you're strong, and I believe you can make it through this. Just don't fucking give up. Don't decide you won't make it through before you try."

It was Sabastian's turn to start crying again, his silent tears rolling down his cheeks as he looked to make sure she understood. He didn't want her to turn either; he couldn't bear to lose another friend to this madness.

 

[Drobabes]

He felt numb as he walked through the diner, each sight seemingly more disturbing than the next. The women lying on the ground especially hurt him. If she had only waited a bit longer...

His legs carried him down into that fleshy room of their own accord, and despite his disgust, he walked over to each person and touched them lightly, scared to get too close, but also scared to leave anyone like that if they were still alive. When he turned around and saw the eggs, he heaved. It sent a chill of pure horrific terror right up his spine, and suddenly he had to get out of there.

He flew up the stairs as if a pack of wolves were on his heels, past the burnt and charred body, and out to the car. He started it it and then threw it in reverse, and it wasn't until he turned to look over his shoulder that he noticed his guitar missing.

Slowly he turned back around and put the car back in park, reached forward and turned the keys off. He had to get it. He couldn't leave it, not that guitar, and now that he had a moment to slow down, he didn't think he could leave the building either. What if those things hatched? What would come out of them?

He was shaking as he opened the door and hesitantly made his way back into the building. Nothing had changed, but he felt the fear all the same. Grabbing his backpack, he moved quickly. He went to the kitchen and grabbed as much canned food as he could stuff in the pack, and as much water as he could carry in his arms and still be able to hold the torch. He then went and slung the guitar over his chest.

At the entrance to the stairs, he hesitated. He wasn't sure how he was going to destroy it, and he didn't want to get stuck down there. But perhaps the flesh was similar to the other guys? Maybe it would just burn with a small flame?

He put the torch up to the pink flesh and turned it on.

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Heat. Heat, heat, heat, that's all she could think about, and she was almost lost to the dizzy haze inside her head. She heard him though, his hands on her face feeling so cold on good that she couldn't help but bring her own hands up over his to try and hold him there.

"fight it."

Her own hazel eyes met his beautiful blue and purple in that dim light, and she tried to nod. It was almost too hot to talk, almost too hot to even breathe, but she tried.

"I'm-I'm going to. I didn't...make it through...all that shit, just to stop now."

She closed her eyes as more tears fell down her face and her stomach started doing flips again. She didn't want to move away from his comforting presence, but she knew she was going to puke again, and she would rather it not be aimed at the little blond.

 

[Poprockz]

WHOOSH! The pink flesh instantly ignited, the flame spreading rapidly across the small expanse of disgusting organic material. The eggs caught fire as well, bursting and popping from the heat, the sickening smell of burning flesh in the air. The bodies caught fire as well, but it almost seemed like they burned more slowly, their bodies still human. Smoke started to fill up the storeroom, a good indication that Vin would need to get out as soon as possible.

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Sabastian could tell she was suffering, the way she started panting and sweating. It would seem the heat was continuing to flash in waves for her. He saw in her face that she was feeling queasy, so he let go, quickly grabbing a small trash can and giving it to her in the hopes that they could keep the mess to a minimum. He didn't really care about the mess per se, but he didn't want her laying in a room that stank of her own vomit.

Not a moment later, Damien popped into the room, supplies in his arms. He had a bucket, some cleaning supplies, paper towels, washcloths, an icepack, some meds, and some vanilla ice cream with a spoon. Maybe it would be soothing on her throat with all that vomiting and help her to at least keep her energy up a little. He dumped the supplies down and grabbed an armchair that was in the corner, scooting it about four feet away from the bed. The man wanted to be close, but she needed to focus on getting better, not on the fact that she could turn and bite him.

 

[Drobabes]

He stood there and watched with a strange sense of enjoyment as smoke filled up the room. It wasn't until the smoke began to reach dangerous levels that he finally left, however.

For the rest of the night, he sat in the newly acquired car and simply stated into the flames. He ate nothing, and drank very little, just sat there and watched. He wanted to make sure it was really gone.

Near the early morning hours, when the sun began to light the sky, he finally drove away. He found himself a shady, safe place to park the car, and at last he slept. For the next day and a half, he did very little but sleep in that car. Sleep, and fight off the awful memories that wanted to creep through his mind.

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Cora took the trashcan gratefully, turning away from him to sit on the side of the bed. She didn't think her stomach would have anymore to give, but apparently she would be wrong, and retch after retch brought forth a clear liquid similar to water, and then finally stopped when nothing but the yellow tinted bile came forth.

It was a long time before she could simply sit the bucket down and crawl back up on the bed, shaking from exhaustion. She felt something cold against her skin and realized it was an icepack. Gripping it, she brought it to her face and sighed. She didn't know where he had managed to find one with the electricity being off, but she was grateful nonetheless. Maybe they had one of those large storage freezers, and not everything had managed to melt just yet.

Looking around the room, she saw that he had did as she requested and stayed away from her. It made her feel relieved; if she did turn, Sabastian would have time to stop her from getting to him. She tried to offer him a weak little smile, hoping she could comfort him, even if just a little.

"How long did you say it lasted for you, Sabastian?"

Her voice was already strained, and her mouth felt so goddamn dry. If she wasn't careful she might die of dehydration before she even had a chance for her body to fight it.

 

[Poprockz]

Sabastian shifted nervously, "it lasted about two days for me, but my symptoms were a bit different from yours, and I don't know if you would end up like me. I got the fever without the chills. My eye felt like it was being stabbed, and the fever escalated until it felt like I was on fire, especially my head. It hurt... It hurt a lot." It sounded like he was a bit uncomfortable answering it. He didn't want to make her more afraid, and he didn't want Damien to get even more worried than he already was.

Returning her smile with a weak smile of his own, Damien simply sat there and looked at her. He was just trying to hold it together for her, but he was extremely worried. There was nothing he could do about the fact that she was bitten, and that was so frustrating. Damien wished there was something he could do to take this back. Part of him wished he got bitten instead. Just sitting there in that chair made him want to get up and pace around the room.

He had so much anxious energy, he wasn't even aware that his finger had started to tap on his leg, his brows furrowing a bit as his eyes went to her bite.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora put the icepack down and grabbed the trashcan again while she listened, not quite letting go yet with another heave but wanting to be ready all the same. When it passed, she sat the can down and nodded weakly.

"Alright. Pain I can deal with, it's this...damn heat..."

She didn't speak for a few moments after that, just leaning back against the bars and trying to catch her breath. After a few moments, she picked her head up and looked at Damien, biting her lip a bit as she tried to think of how to word something. Then she looked away and over to Sabastian.

"Hey...I don't know how sick I'm going to get, so before I lose my voice or something, if you have to, put something in my mouth so I can't bite down."

Her face turned to Damien just slightly, and in a quieter tone she said, "Sarah chewed through her own wrists to get to him. He handcuffed her to the guest bed, and she chewed right through her own tendons.

"...you guys will have to sleep. I don't want that happening..."

She was quiet after that, another wave of heat making her nauseous and dizzy.

And so it continued on this way, through the night and into the next day. Sometimes she would moan and cry, and it was extremely hard for her to keep anything down, even just small sips of water. But she had told Sabastian she would fight, and fight she did. Every time she thought she couldn't take anymore, she reminded herself of what she had already been through, and how it too, had passed. It just took time. Everything in good time.

At one point she had requested to hold Bowie, and he did bring her a bit of comfort for a while, but soon enough she was sick again and could barely even hold herself up to puke. By the end of the second night, she was throwing up a dark, vicious liquid that looked as if it had small coffee grounds in it. It was at that point that she stopped being able to respond to them and all she could do was sit there and just barely moan.