A/N: WARNING: Graphic Violence. If you're not okay with that please skip on to the next chapter when it's written. I will provide a summary at the top. ~~Arones
Helen awoke slowly with a very dry throat. She tried to swallow a few times but was having difficulty even doing just that. Her eyes were still closed and everything smelt odd and burned around her. She couldn't quite make sense of what was going on. "Helen." The voice was soft and very close to her ear, she was sure that it was close because she could feel lips moving against her skin. "Helen, open your eyes."
"Will?" She didn't want to open her eyes; she was sure any light that hit them would cause her immense amounts of pain.
"I'm right here." She felt his hand, warm and soft against her cheek then. "You hit your head, hard. Can you open your eyes?"
She hummed that she could and drew in a slow breath. She tried to lift her hand to reach up and touch his fingers against her, but she missed and her hand fell heavily to the ground next to her face. She huffed out a puff of air and spoke softly, "Don't want to." Her speech was slurred and it was starting to worry him. It had been a good three hours since he'd brought her here and she hadn't moved a muscle. But he wasn't about to bring her back down to her new Sanctuary.
"Just open them a little. It's dark in here, I promise. I need to check your pupils."
He stroked her cheek lightly with his thumb. "They're fine." She gave as an answer. Will waited to see if she would still comply with him, but instead her stomach started to convulse, up and down like rocky waves against the bow of a ship. She wasn't moving except for her stomach, that was until her chest started to raise and drop heavily and her forehead broke out in a cold sweat. It took him a minute to realize what was happening before he reacted. He pushed her shoulder and hip until Helen was on her side and her head was tilted into soft grass under her face. The blades were tickling her nose but she wasn't able to pay attention to it as the vomit rose up her body. She barely opened her mouth and Will had to turn his face into his shoulder as the bile leaked and forced its way between her lips.
It took a minute before the smell reached him and he started to gag. Helen didn't move; her body relaxing in its immobile state. Turning her on her back once again, Will pulled her away and started to pat her cheek lightly not wanting to jar her any more than necessary. She slipped back into unconsciousness. Will sighed heavily and sat back on his heels watching her carefully. He could feel the burning feeling that began in his toes: the rage that was slowly building and would continue to build. After he had the fist fight with John, he was able calm down for a longer length of time than he had before. That and his fear and worry for Helen's well-being when he realized the harm that had come to her. But it was starting again, in his toes. He hadn't spent the time before to recognize where it started, it would probably have been a good idea if he had but the strength of it had blinded him until the violent act took place.
His thighs were starting to get angry with him. The constant bouncing up and down as he tried to let the emotion wash over him and focus only on his worry and love of her was making his muscles protest more loudly than they had since he'd been stranded with her at sea. That memory only served to spike the rage in his toes to his stomach. He had been good and truly pissed with her at that time and the memory only served to bring those feelings right back into his gut. He tried to tap her face again, hitting her hard enough this time that her head moved back and forth with the force of it. "Helen! Helen, wake up!" He needed her to open her eyes; he needed to see the blue; he needed to lose himself in her and only her and then it would go away. He was sure of it. "Helen, come on." His voice took on a whiny and strained tone. "I need you to wake up, come on, Helen." He pressed his lips to hers over and over again trying to get her to wake up.
When she didn't respond in the least he pressed his ear to her lips and felt her breath against his cheek. He plastered his face into her chest and grasped onto her sides. "Wake up!" He howled it, tears streaming down his face before he released her body and teleported away.
He reappeared where he knew he could find one. It was all her fault anyway, she had betrayed his humanity and she always chose them over him. He stalked through the alleyway between two ill-used streets in the fifth-ward. His jaw was set tightly, molars grinding against each other squeaking in his ears. His brows were furrowed in anger and his eyes scanned old brick and dirty walls. It reeked of week old garbage and dead animals. He scrunched his nose trying to block on the rancid stench and focus only on the sweet aroma of blood.
It took maybe ten minutes before he found what he wanted. The man was walking slowly down the alley. Will sidestepped behind a dumpster and waited, using his nose and ears to pinpoint how far the stumbling body had come. He morphed slowly into his other self: his skin red and black, slimy with slick perspiration, his eyes sparking in the dead of night. His breaths became rapid and shorter as the anticipation built in the pit of his stomach. The man was so close; he could almost reach out and touch him. Will looked out and saw him leaned against the brick wall opposite of where he was sitting. There was fire being pressed to a thin glass tube as he smoked and breathed in crystal meth. The man's eyes were closed until he laid his head back and Will saw that not only his pupils were black, but his entire eyeball was black. He licked his lips wondering what it would be like to pop them out of the junkie's face.
He didn't think it would be bloody until he ripped them away in a fist, but juicy. It would be juicy when he squeezed the eyeball in a clenched hand. Slowly he rose from his squatted position, funny how in anticipation his legs never protested. His mind moved back rapidly to the task at hand, ignoring the thought immediately. Keeping his feet quiet like she had taught him he moved silently, loping down the darkened and closed off alley to the junkie. "Hey man," Will's voice rang out, echoing off the tag adorned walls.
The abnormal looked at Will, his eyes registering a moment too late as his neck was snapped in two. The loud pop was satisfying, but even though his quarry was dead Will couldn't leave it at that. He took the man's left arm between his two hands. He ran fingers over the skin looking at the track marks up and down the pale and dead flesh. The arm was brought up to his lips and he flicked his split tongue over the rough and dirt infested skin. A flea jumped from the man's long arm hair and onto Will's nose. He huffed out a short breath and shook his head ridding the vermin. Sniffing along the flesh he decided where the best place to sink his teeth into the man's body would be. He chose to do it on the inside of the arm, right where—if he were alive—the blood would be pumping. Close to the elbow, just below the crook. He licked around the area, cleaning the skin so when he took his bite, the blood would flow without grains of soil and sweat tainting its flavor.
Teeth pieced the skin and ripped the chunk away. Will chewed a few bites, savoring the bodily fluids that were spilling onto his taste buds and mixing with his saliva. He spit the chunk out and took another bite recklessly. Ignoring all the ritual he had been so careful to preserve before. He had moved to the man's neck after his arm was completely gnawed through when he heard the rustle behind him. His neck twisted sharply, popping the vertebra without intention. He tilted it to the side popping it more, enjoying the sensation of the release of his tense muscles. His eyes were closed, but his ears and nose were still sharp, waiting for any sensory data that he could pick up.
He moved down the body stripping it quickly after determining that there was no one coming. He started to rip pieces of flesh off the calf muscle and the thigh. There wasn't much to him, but he was the best Will could do. He'd killed a human before, but to him abnormals tasted spicier. The taste lingered longer. His cheek brushed against the bulged groin. That happened sometimes when someone died. Will continued to move his face against the skin. He wanted soft flesh; easy flesh to bite next. Moving the prostrate penis aside with a bloodied hand he leaned down and pressed his nose into the tight skin at the edge of pubic hair. He drew in the scent of death, the smell permeating his brain to the very core before he slid sharp teeth into the skin, the fat and the muscle deep beneath. He suckled at the juices that began to spill out around his lips. He let his tongue snake out to lick up the wayward drops that he almost lost. He ripped backwards suddenly when he heard the rustle again.
This time, rather than waiting any longer, he slinked away down the alley and waited patiently to see who would come. He was holding on to the edge of the dumpster that he had hidden behind before when his mind flashed to her vulnerable and lifeless body. He had to get back to her; he had to make sure she was alright, that everything was ok.
Teleporting back to her prone form the wretched smell of vomit overwhelmed him. He took a few deep breaths through his mouth before he looked over her body. She'd thrown up again. He was lucky she hadn't choked because she obviously hadn't moved. There was a brown liquid that was drying on her cheeks and in her hair and small amounts were still bubbling up when she breathed and spilling over her lips. "Helen," he wanted to reach out and touch her, but the roiling in his stomach strongly disagreed with that thought. He latched his hand onto hers, squeezing her fingers lightly and letting his head rest against his knee that was propping up his chest. "I'm so sorry, come back to me. Helen, please." He was almost back to where he was when he left. Completely helpless and ready to let the rage in his toes take over again.
He took them away quietly, knowing that he had to do something. They landed in another forest, very similar to the one they had left. He knew this place very well, had been here many times and knew right where he was going. He picked up her lifeless form and carried her down a hill and over tree roots. Will stumbled a couple of times, and managed to hit her head on a branch twice. He was thankful that was all he had managed to do. He laid her under some brush and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Pushing apart the seams he watched as her abdomen and lace covered breasts were bared to him. He glided his fingers over her soft and warm skin from the tops of her mounds, down through the valley to her belly button and the top of her pants. He slid his fingers under the button and snapped it upon. Slowly he pulled the material down her legs, rocking her body when he needed to so he could get her free of the fabric. He moved his hands from her ankles to her panties where he followed the same trail down her body. Turning her slightly on her side, he flicked the clasp and tugged the last of the cloth away from her. Sitting back on his haunches he looked over her, the first time he had seen her naked and she was beautiful. He pressed gentle lips low on her abdomen and whispered, "So beautiful, my Helen."