It helped the sickness slightly, but it didn't stop the shaking and the feeling like I was suddenly catching the flu. There had to be something they could give me to prevent these kind of symptoms.
I was just about to slide down to the floor to lay down when a cot appeared through another compartment in the wall, making me jump. Damn aliens and their technology. I wanted to avoid sleeping on the thing just on the principle. But as the coldness of the floor seeped into my bones, I reluctantly shuffled over to the cot and laid down. Its softness cocooned me, and already my eyelids felt heavy.
A yawn pressed through me, but it was hard to sleep knowing that at any moment they could come in.
I stared up at the ceiling, going through everything that I’d seen in that room, obsessing over it. A part of me was still trying to find a way to make it better, to try and remember anything I had seen that would point to a different motive.
But I came up blank. And I was beginning to feel so sick at this point that it was impossible to think coherently in the first place. Sweat dripped down my forehead and pooled around my chest, collecting under my breasts. I was afraid that I was going to start hallucinating or something at any minute. Even if I had been given a chance to escape at that minute, I couldn’t have gone anywhere.
My eyes were growing heavy when a sudden, blaring alarm broke the stillness inside the room. It screeched and moaned and a flickering red light accompanied it from the ceiling. My pulse was on fire, and I scrambled upright despite my muscles screaming in agony at the effort. What’s going on? Was there a fire? Was I going to be burned alive because I was trapped in this room?
An opening appeared in the wall and there stood Derrial in all of his glory. I chewed on my lower lip when I saw him, my body betraying me and burning up with a wanton desire, I suppose knowing that the remedy to my pain was just a few steps away.
He wore a wrinkled suit with his black tie loosened around his neck. His hair sat shaggy around his face and a part of me couldn’t help but clench up in jealousy at the fact that it had a “just fucked” look about it.
There was something really wrong with me, obviously.
“What’s the alarm for?” I croaked in a weak voice, as he began to stride towards me.
‘We’ve been compromised,” he snapped as he scooped me up off the cot and carried me out the entrance.
I was too weak to put up a fight, not that I wanted to battle. “What do you mean we’ve been compromised?” I mumbled as he carried me through hallways that I didn’t recognize.
“Our enemies have found the house,” he said. “We have to get you out of here, before they arrive.”
Panic crawled through my chest, and I struggled in his arms at that pronouncement. If by “enemies” he meant the Khonsu, I wanted out of there as fast as possible. A shiver skitted down my arms as I remembered the torture session that I had been apart of the last time I had some alone time with the Khonsu.
“Calm down, kitten,” he murmured to me distractedly as he sprinted through the hallway, and I bounced in his arms.
My heart clenched at his sweet endearment, while my brain raged against him.
How dare he call me that. How dare he pretend to care after all the lies that he’s told. I struggled further, but it was a half-hearted effort at best since I was so sick and getting sicker by the second.
“What about everyone else on Earth? Will they be safe from the Khonsu? They attacked your race.” I gasped for air, my pulse on fire.
“They’re looking for special women like you, not a home as they have those already around the universe.”
A strange rattling sound came out of my chest as I breathed and Derrial looked down at me worriedly.
“What is that?” My words shook.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “When was the last time you had blood?”
I struggled to remember, my will to fight him almost completely zapped as it was taking everything inside of me to keep breathing.
“We’ve been trying to hold off as long as possible in hopes that whatever happened to your body to make you basically a homing beacon for everyone on the planet would fade some. Obviously that’s not going to work,” he said with a curse as another shaky rattle came out of me.
He bit into his wrist and pressed the wound to my mouth. “Take some,” he insisted.
I moaned in response, the blood trickling into my mouth with the movement.
I hated that it was the best thing I’d ever tasted. I hated that I had become an addict, needing their blood to survive. Piece by piece they were slowly chipping away at my humanity and I wasn’t sure that I would ever be able to get it back.
If only my parents could see me now, I thought darkly.
I could feel myself rejuvenating as the blood slid down my throat. After a minute, Derrial ripped his wrist away from my mouth with a small moan that sounded way too sexual for the situation. I’d been sucking on the wound like a freaking vampire.
But I was feeling much better, as twisted as that sounded. I craved his blood like a lifeline. God, what had they done to me?