A Vengeful Night

Feeeeeeed

You marched beneath the stormy night; through the dank streets, unfeeling of the wicked cold as your blood boiled with a rampant hunger. Yet, gooseflesh flourished across your skin, shimmering and confused, as something screamed inside.

We must feeeed

Eyes skipping around in every corner of the dimly lit backstreets of the East-side. You had your fair share of fucked up occurrences since sleeping beauty decided to wake up, but this... a twisting whispering horror that echoed in the deepest reaches of your soul, calling, squirming and urging you to stuff yourself full with... no, no you wouldn't even say the word.

"J-Just get home... Just get home... you'll be okay, this isn't... I'm not..."

Soooo hungry, so thirsty... don't you just want something warm and sweet lapped up on our tongue? Soft and buttery, thick and delicious, the gentle aroma of our delectable, delightful, Bl-

"Shut.... up."

You just needed to get back to the comfort of your home. Overdrive wasn't an option, your body was burning, shallow breaths were barely enough to keep you standing, but they were all you could muster at the moment.

An Uber or a taxi were out of the question, being in an enclosed space right now... bad idea. People, in general, felt like a hellish omen, that is until something snagged against your nostrils.

...Eyes widening, you peered down the street. The divine bouquet smelt of ripe strawberries, honey roasted lamb cooked so slow that it fell off the bone, ...A Rump steak, thick, rare, dark on the outside and only kissed in the pan so that as you sliced it would flood the plate with vicious, crimson--

You had been moving without thought, mouth open as a tsunami of saliva spilt over your lips. A crazed look in your bloodshot eyes as you stalked... no, hunted for whatever smelt so fucking delicious.

The whisper grew into a cooing cry.

You can't fight it, Charlie, you can only run, hide from it, pray that it might not drive you into the gates of hell, a single taste; ecstasy, its aroma; intoxicating.

The audible coo became a blood-curdling scream.

You broke into a run, shambling down the deserted street desperately, the beautiful scent growing nearer, it was just around the corner, you were so close, only a few steps away and-

A group of women stood outside of the New-Fowl pub. The typical type of edgy biker chicks that would frequent a shithole like this. Adorned in spiked bracelets, fishnet stockings and poorly inked tattoos... but to you... they were as mouth-watering as suckling pigs, sizzling on the spit.

A wave of terror overcame you as the women's eyebrows creased at the insidious look in your eyes. "What the fuck are you staring at Weirdo?" One of the more mature women said, inhaling her cigarette and puffing smoke into the air.

"No... No... please."

You didn't think that you'd get off that easy do you? You've been drawing from a bloodless blood pool for nearly a week, y**ou must partake, you must drink. The Blood is Life, and we must gorge... a gluttonous leech are we.**

You had to get the fuck out of dodge before you tore these women's throats out and started singing in the rain like a demented retro musical. "S-Sorry." You muttered, covering your nose and mouth as you bolted past them, hearing the juicy thump of a hundred hearts inside that building.

"Keep your head in the game, Executioner. You are not a fucking monster."

No. We are [The] Monster.

The rain dampened the smell a bit, thank god, if today had been dry then you knew deep down that someone would have to die tonight, it was a terrifying, inevitable feeling. But you were anything but Scott-free just yet.

Three figures burst out of the Pub doors "I said get ya fucking hands off me, you bunch of wankers!" A voice, a woman's voice; familiar.

"Ohh come on my sexy little Irish tulip, don't you want to get naked and dance around the potato farm!"

"Yeah, come on, let us take a peek under your kilt you fucking tease."

Two more, gruff male voices, mocking and spiteful.

"Get the fuck off me! I said no! Now just jog on!" She sounded ****... and completely hammered, each word a vicious slur.

"And I said, come here! You started it, time to finish it!" One of the men growled as footsteps chased her into an alley, a dead end.

You stopped in your tracks, closing your eyes and sighing... For fuck's sake, would you ever just get a break.

You could always walk away, on the other hand. Two lovely blood bags to suckle from.

Turning on your heel, you marched after them in silent fury.

"Fuck the bloodlust., I don't care about that... I will never walk away from something like this. I am a killer of darkness, Immortal, and Mortal."

Your feet splashed in a deep puddle as you slipped into the alley, cries echoing from within. As the droplets scattered in the valley of bricks and trashcans, you would remain unseen until the job was done. There was no energy left for anything flashy.

Bonnie scuttled back, the soles of her tights torn as she ran barefoot along the tarmac, having thrown both of her heels at her attackers, not that it stopped their pursuit.

As terrified as she was, This was hardly the first time that something like this had happened... she just hoped that this time...

It was just so cliché, two leather-clad Biker dudes who she'd shown a little rear too while bending over the snooker table, drunk as a skunk and pissing around as per usual, a habit she swore to be rid of when she left her home.

But old habits die hard.

Bonnie wasn't strong but she was fast, all of that cardio and eating like a rabbit really paid off. But 9 hours of yoga and gym couldn't quite help when running into a brick wall; the end of the road.

Shaking, drenched by the storm above, she thumped her fists against the brick and looked back in silent terror, as two shadows traversed the alley, lit by two streetlights above. They had darkness in her eyes, darkness that she'd seen many many times.

"Looks like our little Irish tulip has nowhere to go." The larger man growled.

"You're gonna learn what we do to a dirty tease like you in the Black City."

Bonnie steadied herself, she'd manage to fight off larger, more fearsome boys before... though not without... certain defeats of her own. "Touch me, and I'll claw your fucking faces off." She hissed.

"Kitty's got claws. You want to go first?" The Bearded one asked the other.

"Nah, Break her in for me first." The larger one said. Bonnie's stomach churned with dread as the man lurched at her suddenly, he was large and strong, but her knee luckily managed to shamble into just the right cranny.

He wheezed as his bollocks were pushed into his body, keeling over with a girlish wine as he slithered back, hatred painted on his drunken face as he scuttled back up to his feet.

"Shit.." She whispered.

"You fucking bitch. You're gonna pay for that!"

She didn't see the fist coming towards her, she only felt it swallow her nose as it flashed into her face, rattling her skull with a dizzying pain that blinded the eyes and wrung the ears. Her body fell back into a puddle, her pull-up soaking with dirt as she looked up into the sky, unable to collect her thoughts.

The rain fell from the heavens and the pale, waning moon peeked over the clouds. She tried to focus on that moon, pictured it as a cheeky, playful thing, smiling down at her... as hands snagged at her clothes.

Luckily, she didn't have to imagine for long, as with two violent bangs, the streetlight above was silenced, the broken glass showering on her two attackers who flinched in confusion, looking through the darkness, but could see nothing.

"What the fuck!?"

"Were those gunshots?" The larger man called into the pitch-black abyss, only the raindrops audible around them. Bonnie looked up, a change? What was going on?

"Whose there? Come out you fucking pussy!"

"Since you asked so nicely." The voice that called was followed by a blinding flash, a terrible stripe of blinding, flaming light that briefly lit the space, revealing a shadowed form, swinging the blinding flames in an arc, that bit through the flesh of one larger, biker's arm.

A sickening crunch and a soft plop splashing into a puddle on the ground... followed by a deafening scream. Darkness came as flaming streak vanished, darkness devouring everything again, The bikers cries swelling the air as the sound of a heavy body being dragged away suddenly cut off in the darkness, with yet another loud boom

"Greig!? Greig!? What the fuck is this?" The remaining biker's voice broke in a staggering fear of the phantom that had come for them, Bonnie watching with morbid curiosity as her last attacker cried out, gripping his hair as he yelled his friend's names into the nothingness.

Bonnie tilted her head, tasting the iron on her tongue as the man screamed, terror in the negative, as nothing came for him, and nothing answered him.

"H-Hey... shit head." She called mockingly. The man turned, his eyes almost luminous in their bloodshot horror, only then she curled her tongue and spat blood up into his eyes.

The huge man staggered as he growled, rubbing the blood from his eyes... though **** had already come for him.

Screaming out into the shadows, the large man seemingly attacked by his own panic "What the fuck are you!?"

A face, appeared from the shadows, bruised, beaten with that same darkness in its aurous eye "****." It whispered insidiously, its body melded with the shadows... and its claws soaked in a terrible black flame that flew up into the Biker's soft flesh.

Bonnie winced, scooting back as the man whinnied like a dying fowl, the smell of his melting flesh carried on the thick smoke that arose from his visage, the black flame in the monster's claws sizzling like a hot skillet pressed into the man's face.

The biker flailed, his head smashing against the brick as his face burned, fists flying madly into the body of the unmoving shadow who took the heavy blows without so much as flinching, cracks and thumps into its chest until the Biker's flail turned to a weak swinging motion, and then... no movement as he slumped into the ground.

Bonnie's heavy breaths left her lips as she saw the silhouette of a man fall a little weakly down to one knee, peering at the face that she was thankful not to see in its fullest on account of the darkness.

Then, it spoke... in a familiar tone. "Now I don't know if you can hear me, but If you survive those burns, I want you to remember something. I want you to look at the cauterized stump where his arm used to be, and I want him to look at your hideous face that got char-grilled just now. When you look at each other I want you to remember her face and all the other faces of the women that you have doubtlessly wronged. And the next time that You even think of ever doing anything like this again, slit your own throat and save me the trouble, because I will find You again, and I will be much less kind."

The Irish nurse sat up, her drenched hair stuck to her face as blood trickled down her lip, she'd finally recognised the voice of the shadow that quivered slightly "Ch-Charlie? Charlie Drake?"

His knees gave out, and he fell into the wet cement, his body thudding suddenly and swiftly.

The woman arose cautiously on shaking limbs, crawling with her head down to avoid gazing at the burned man who had once seemed as a monster in her eyes... but now was nothing but a broken mess.

Carefully, cautiously, she approached the body of the half-conscious man on the ground, laying much like she had been, face up to the tearful sky, a face, cut and blackened in certain areas, that she knew all too well.

"Charlie." It was all she could whisper, the man opening one of his eyes lazily and looking up at her in a slight delirium.

"I didn't do it..." He whispered

"W-What?"

"I d-didn't eat them..." There was a freakish kind of triumph in his tone. "The fire stops them from bleeding... I-I didn't eat them...." His breaths were shallow and laboured.

Bonnie felt the horror in her chest, what the hell was he? ...No, she knew better than to involve herself in anything like this... But she couldn't just leave him here, he saved her. Nobody had ever saved her before. Bonnie Murphy came to a decision "Come on, come on Charlie you have to help me... My apartment is right down the road... come on." She gripped his arms, the skin was flushed with feverish heat.

"C-Can't... breathe...." He cooed as she sat him up.

"It's gonna be alright, just a little more, come on, you're going to be okay."

And so, the Irish nurse struggled to push the heavy young man to his feet, the two stumbling through the alley and into the streets, the looming body of a man with a burned stump where his arm was, hanging unconsciously from the fire exit above, as the rain poured on the vengeful night.

You sat on the stairs as the dark waters above swept through your hair, where you stared off into the watery horizon.

Vlad hung upside down from the winding bannisters of the stairs leading to the figure above, maybe 6 flights above.

Looks like we are getting closer.

You leant your head on your hands, refusing to look above.

"Probably should have walked away from that one. I nearly ate those two guys."

Vlad let go of the bannister and spiralled in an arc back above, his crimson eyes staring at you as his Abyssal form stained the dark blue waters.

But You didn't. Clever maneuver using flames, cauterizing the wounds to prevent bleeding, very insidious, you really are your own worst enemy, you know that?"

You merely shifted, "I'm not a Monster."

Yeah yeah, you keep telling yourself that buddy.

You were sick of dreaming about this place, sick of forgetting about it when you awoke. _"Why can't I leave this fucking staircase?" _You'd tried several times, with each step down you'd only find yourself back on the few steps that you had sat on for the past hour.

I warned you. Once we start traversing this path, there's no going back. As the sun and stars may change for all, but as they remain just the same, so do we. Humpty Dumpty is putting himself back together again, whether he likes it or not.

The energy to argue or ask questions just wasn't there, it had been a long night. "Whatever."

The sea that surrounded you, warming your blood and floating your black/mahogany hair through its currents, was an enigmatic thing. You had no worldly idea if it was merely a dream, or something more... and yet, nothing had ever disturbed the murky azure waters... until now.

The murk and shadow of this sunken dream were met with a luminance that was beyond anything that your mind could have dreamt. Pale rays of snow-white luminance gleamed the surface far above, painting the oceanic sky with diamond patterns like Milkglass.

Vlad squealed, hissing as he threw himself away, down the staircase to hide in the sea bed. But You felt no such fear, the whites of your eyes widening in reverence as the crystal clarity drew closer, grace and kindness that glided through the waters and touched your cheek softly.

Dried blood cracked open with your left eyelid, the other sealed shut, either by the thick blood clot, or because of swelling, you weren't sure which. The image your eyes cast to your mind was a shimmering blur at first, sensation flooding in; a soft bed, a deep ache on every inch of your body... skin like silk circling your cheek.

Things steadied as you drew extremely short, crackling breaths, unable to completely fill your lungs as the Images became more tangible.

The room was orderly and tasteful, with navy blues and soft whites, though nothing was quite so expensive, the decor was humble and comfortable; a bedroom.

Your eyes travelled the length of the arm whose hand caressed your face and led to loose shoulder-length brown hair that kissed the bare shoulders like a chocolate waterfall, a motherly face, a plain of beautiful soft pink flesh, dotted with mahogany stars that danced across the bridge of her nose, interrupted by a square plaster and a single neatly folded piece of tissue paper, stained with a small amount of blood within her nostril.

Her emerald orbs were overcast; staring down to the carpet as she sat slumped in her chair, seemingly consumed with thought. It was very strange to see her in this position, not the kind and confident Nurse Murphy... but instead, simply Bonnie, in her white bathrobe, her soft scent betraying her recent shower.

"Aummmm." You groaned deeply, a slash of deep pain arising in your frame as you tried to sit up.

Bonnie's eyes flashed up like a whip, action jumping into her form as she stood to gently push down your shoulders. "Don't get up." She whispered with the voice of Spring.

Eyes tightening, you tried to take a deeper breath, only for your lungs to scream in protest.

"Hey... hey... You're okay, just relax for me, alright?" God her voice was so comforting, it nearly distracted you from the minefield of black bruises and slashes neatly bandaged and stitched up all over your naked torso.

A choked laugh left your lips, transforming quickly into a dry cough "......Easy for you to.... ask... You don't feel.... like you've... been attacked by a gang of trucks." Laughing apparently wasn't a good idea either, your sunny smile blocked out by clouds of agony.

She smiled a little but frowned as she reached down to draw some disinfecting medical wipes from their pack and carefully wiping clean the blood from your eyelids "If you keep moving your face like that, you're gonna open the cuts on your brow. Just stay still yeah?"

"I'm... dizzy... what's... the damage... doc?" You wheezed.

She listed them off "You're lungs are exhausted and you had heart palpitations for a short while like you've been hyperventilating for hours and your engine hadn't stopped chuffing for even longer, that would be the dizziness. I conducted a blood test with some of my old equipment, wasn't good, it's like your blood had thinned to nearly fatal levels. Then there's the minor haemorrhaging, in your abdomen specifically, not fatal but You shouldn't move. No broken bones but... *sigh* 4 severely bruised ribs, nerve damage in your left eye where that... biker hit you in the face where that scar is... so many minor lacerations that I lost count... and...." She paused as she gazed at the rippling scorch-scars across your shoulder and chest "...Whatever this is. You only maybe sustained 10 per cent of these injuries from the alley."

You weren't a fool, there was suspicion on that angelic face of hers, but you just exhaled and relaxed into the pillow, it was like sinking into a cloud. "Are... You okay?" You had to ask.

Bonnie frowned at this "What kind of question is that? Have you seen yourself? What did you decide to take a spin class with a fucking bull?"

Even with your body broken as it is, luckily your will was far from broken "Are. You. Okay?" You wouldn't rest until you had an answer.

Her lip quivered a little as she closed her eyes and nodded her head "Just a little shaken. I'll be fine."

"Yeah... right... Ugh." Digging deep, you clawed at the summit of your strength, demanding just enough to at least sit up. You felt your bones creak as you pushed yourself up and winced as You rested against the backboard.

Bonnie looked furious, but you held up a steadying hand "I'll be fine... You saw what I can do. This is nothing." You spoke, finding it a little easier to fill your lungs when not on your back.

She shook her head "Me Mam brought me up smarter than to involve myself in things I have no business to."

"I wish I had your mother around when I decided to take the world's most personally irresponsible white knight seminar that apparently dominates any sense I might have." You grumbled.

"It's not a j-joke, what the hell were you thinking? I-I could have-"

"--Been ****?" You spoke candidly "I don't know how you do it, back in Ireland, but there is no tangible reality where I wouldn't have tried to help. I can heal all these wounds, faster than most, but what happened in that alley..." Your arms shook with exhaustion as you reached up and took her hand, looking with as much gentle kindness as you could "...That leaves scars that never truly fade."

She considered you, actually smiling and shaking her head "You're something else, Mate." She whispered, "Literally and figuratively, I have no I have no idea whether to be terrified or quivering with adoration." She chuckled.

Your eyes narrowed. She saw the Fires of the sun, using them even for 30 seconds like you made your entire body snap out of action. And yet, she seemed oddly content in mystery. "Aren't You curious? You see one of the students at your school nearly kill two men, and here you are cool as a cucumber."

She considered your hand, and little to your surprise pulled carefully away and settled her trembling fingers on her thigh "Let's just say... I have a colourful history of getting into trouble." Was she hiding something? You felt the trembling of her breath, how her shoulders tightened with the urge to release. Maybe a little push was necessary?

ENVY

_"Well, I don't think that you should deal with this burden alone, wouldn't it be nice to confide in someone?" _Your forked tongue lapped against your lips, golden eyes staring as you reached through the metaphysical and went to grasp at her-

"That's sweet, Charlie, but that business thing goes both ways, ugh... such a shitty night."

....What? .....It didn't work? It's never not worked...

Bonnie swept up and walked over to the window where a pile of dirty clothes lie, the Nurse reaching into the trouser pockets. Your trouser pockets, and retrieving your pack of Marlboro "D'ya mind?"

"Uhhh, no?" You spoke. Was it because of your physical condition? You didn't exactly understand how mesmerisation worked, but you'd never failed to issue simple commands like that before, even unconsciously.

She lit up a cigarette, blowing clouds of grey smoke into the monsoon outside, leaning out and staring at the moon half-hidden behind the storm. She hugged herself closely as if in deep thought and you gaze quizzically.

Never before had a woman like this come into your life, she was kind, true, but locked up like an iron gate. Apparently, she had a habit of making poor choices, not that any choice deserved being gang-**** in an alley.

Did you really have the energy for this? This was the first hunt and shit had already taken a wild turn... but oddly enough, you felt distinctly spiteful at the thought of ever just giving up or stopping, maybe she was of the same mind?

"You know what's fucked up?" You asked, the Brunette turning to point her curious freckled face to you. "I kill people, well, something less than people, and normal people, bad people. The point is that I'm a murderer now, steeped in ****, I killed people defending my family and this city, I amputated that guys arm, burned the other one's face, he's probably dead. But the thing is, I don't even have the decency to pretend like I didn't enjoy it. Beating Duke Harmon felt good, it felt reeeally good, but I know that if I did for any other reason than he deserved it, then I'd probably blow my brains out. I don't know if that's right or wrong, but I know I don't care."

Bonnie's intrigue was certainly captured "You... do this a lot then, saving people?"

"There it is, an opportunity."

"Just You." You shone with a sunny smile, painful or not.

Above all, from your observations, in your talks with her, Bonnie never really felt all that special, going to guys who didn't give a shit about her, all of those dates she'd talk to you about while holding her cheeky smile, it wasn't what a woman like her deserved. Not to mention that something felt... good, about her.

Bonnie rubbed her lips together and tossed her cig, its flaming cherry vanishing into the rain. She walked on sure feet, her eyes the sweet fields of fresh spring grass never leaving you as she suddenly darted forward, arms wrapping around you in a gentle embrace, her head laid on your shoulder as you smiled through the pain.

"Thank you.... just, thank you." She muttered with a smile on her face as if this were the first time anybody had shown her such kindness, and hell, maybe it was.

"This hurts." You wheezed as she squeezed your torso.

"Bloody hell, sorry!" She said, sitting back as she beamed at you. "I'm going to miss you at school... That Harmon kid deserved a lot worse." Her body was pressed against you, she wore long striped socks under her fluffy white gown, the weight of her legs laid on you, as her arms wrapped around you, only a duvet between your bodies.

"Well, actually-"

"It makes me think..." Bonnie pulled back, slick as a snake, a smile like Spring on that freckled face of hers. Just seeing the mischief on her face, that made you forget that pain even existed, what was it about her that felt so drawing? She was pretty yes, but there was something else? "Maybe, since you did me a kindness... eye for an eye? What do you say?" Those freckles grew closer, those silky hands weaving across your skin, downward until they settled on the defined arch of your waist.

Hot Nurse. Coming unto chip, blood run out of chip brain, chip very happy.

"That... sounds like an excellent idea, Ms Murphy." You grinned.

"I can see your gears ticking, what did you have in mind?" She asked coyly.

"Everything." Your fingers slid along the surface of her hips, squishing into the soft flesh of her full rear.

"Tut-tut." Bonnie took your hand and held them in the silk of her palms "I'm not quite that easy, pretty boy. Don't think I haven't heard the rumours about you, you might have all those teenagers turning head over heels for you, but I'm a woman."

Oooh, so it was going to be like that was it, fine, slow and steady it was "A stubborn woman, that's fine, I have allll night." You whispered, constricting around her waist and pulling her closer.

Stubborn was an understatement, the brunette pushing you're weakened form back down into the covers as you blinked, that sweet springy form of her gliding down as with surgical precision, her fingers slipped into your underwear and grasped at the shaft of your tense poll, the sudden sensation making you meep like the roadrunner.

Carefully with those bewitched fingers of hers, Bonnie stroked the length of your cock as she hummed at the girth in her palm "Hmmm, that's an awfully big... protrusion there, Mr Drake, I think further examination is required."

Seriously... playing doctor? You could die a happy man.... again.

"I don't know Doctor...." You grinned, slipping down your own warrior's palm between the soft folds of her dressing gown, your fingertips touching the soft cotton of her panties, where an altogether different kind of fold gushed with arousal at even the smallest contact.

"I don't think I agree with your technique."

Bonnie gasped as if she'd taken a bullet, lowering further so that your noses touched, your breaths colliding as she stifled a moan. This pussy hadn't had attention for a long... long time.

The grip of the nurse tightened as her robe loosened, teasing the curve of her round breasts, sprinkled with mahogany stars just like on her face which was flushed with desire. "I ...hm... assure you Mr Drake... that I have plenty... of experience." Her eyes fluttered, biting into her lip as you spiralled around her clit with natural talent.

"Sure... but raw talent? I think I got you beat there."

Your slithering fingers captured the rim of her cotton briefs, sliding them down with ease as you felt at the soft wetness of her mound in earnest, increasing the smooth rhythm of your lower region rumble.

"Ooooh, shit that's good..." She sunk deeper, jerking faster, your hips naturally moving, hers circling in a cyclone; a mutual ecstasy "I want them... mother mary fuck.... Inside, put them inside." her voice was low and soaked in want, her lips threatening to finally collide with yours.

"Not very professional doctor?"

Her lips pursued yours, pecking lightly, playfully, until she plunged full steam ahead into your maw, devouring your tongue hungrily, biting at your lips like the little rabid minx that you'd felt she was. So starved of affection that she ravaged your member nearly as much as you ravaged hers... hey, you were nothing if not a feminist, Equality was important.

Two fingers slipped into the warm depths of her cunny and Bonnie's lips erupted with a long deep sigh of relief, her body quaking as her insides convulsed, unleashing a thick torrent of milky girl cum that tricked down your slithering fingers.

"Oh, so she's one of those. A creamer, I've never had a creamer before-"

Your thoughts were cut off by the insane pace that her hand burst into, tightly and masterfully twisting her hand along your aching length, calling for--no, demanding that you cum. It made your toes curl and your eyes shimmer as she lay in a chirping delight, the warmth of her torso pressing on you, her nipples poking into your chest as You tested each other's sex, A battle of skill and experience.

And so far it was 1/0.

This was beyond feeling good. The way she held unto you, with her demanding lips and skilled hands, bucking against another of your fingers which danced within the depths of her weeping garden... a little... too good. You were getting, comfortable, very comfortable, falling into a well of pleasure hither-too undiscovered.

Bonnie sat up, riding your digits like a wild beast, her robe falling aside to reveal her sleek freckled form, glistening with a light sweat that she'd worked up, her face twisted with delight. You inhaled long and deep, your lungs opening...

"You're... so, cute... hmm fuck... This is crazy, you're so deep, I'm going to cum again... OOooh god, I'm so close-right there.. Yes!"

Okay... so 2/0, only... this was getting weird, very weird, Your eyes opened as your worries and care fade away, the pain melting into pleasure, the stitches snapping, as the flesh closed.

Your orgasm jumped out at you, the explosion of desire erupting in your being and out of your cock, painting Bonnie's pretty little palm, a tsunami of thick girl-cum splashing on your own but-

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? WHY IS IT SO BRIGHT!?

He wasn't lying, this chick is literally glowing. Shimmering with white light like a shooting star, streaking with soft light in the abyss, and in her orgasmic cry was like a ballad from the heavens, sinking all despair, bruises turning pink and healthy. All hunger and traces of overdrive all but vanished, as You were paralyzed with pure serenity.

Bonnie slumped down, revelling in her post-coital glow, as you stared up at the ceiling.

"That.... was the best sexual activity, I have ever experienced." You didn't even feel like you were even there right now, more like, staring down at yourself, wrapped in an otherworldly buzz.

She laid her head on your chest, smiling lightly, spiralling her finger along your chest which was now clear as a summer's day. "You're really warm, I checked you for a fever earlier... but I just likened it to the fire." She whispered.

Your eyes rolled down to her, her face hidden by her frazzled brown locks "What are you?" You asked, a little intimidated.

She shifted up and looked curiously "That fire thing you did. Does it hurt?"

"No, it's quite pleasant...... You dodged the question."

"Yeah. I did. Listen, I know I'm not a teacher or anything, but I really think it's important that you don't assume that you're the only weird bastard out there." She sat up and looked at her hand momentarily drenched in your juices, and gave it a curious lap of her red tongue. "Cum is very nutritional. Yours is sweet too, you know if you're gonna be out saving people, then I guess I could lend a little bit of my expertise, patching you up is my favourite thing to do, even before... this." She chuckled

"I uhh, It's a generous offer, but this is dangerous stuff I'm involved, it is a little beyond an Academy nurse." You didn't want to think about what dangers someone like her could draw.

"I'm a trained medical professional okay? I spent years in medical school and was the most promising candidate for the board of St James hospital before that disgusting director tried to diddle me during surgery, now I'm not asking you if you want my help, you're clearly an idiot who pushes himself too hard and throws himself into irresponsible situations, which I think is really sweet, kinda hot and the only good thing I've ever seen anybody in this shitty city do. You're going to let me help, or the police are going to become savvy to just who attacked those men."

Oh... well, in that case.

"Not really a lot of leeway there huh?" You chuckled.

"Nope. Now, I'll get us cleaned up and we can go to bed, I have to be at work tomorrow."

And that is just what happened, quicker than a cut can bleed, she cleansed you both with a towel or two and swept you into bed, holding you with a smile as if she'd finally found some purpose worth fighting for.