Ch. 8: Absolute Burning Pain

My neck was still burning when I woke up. I looked around and saw I wasn't in my room at all. Instead, I was in a large black bedroom with a large bed. I saw a liquor cabinet to my right and I wondered if this was the motel in hell.

"I'm surprised you lasted as long as you did against the bite. Normally, people don't last very long against the pain." He said to me as he walked towards me from the left.

"I think I've had worse." I muttered back. He sat down next to me on the bed. "Sorry I punched you but your touch really added more wood to the fire, so to speak." I said quietly.

"You punch hard." He complimented me and I showed him a weak smile. "This is my mortal space out in the desert." He explained quickly and I accepted that short explanation.

"What if he comes looking for me?" I asked.

"Not while you are with me." He said darkly.

"Maybe the Rider will catch up to him again." I said weakly as a little joke.

"Perhaps." He said with a demon in his voice. I hit the wrong nerve again. I looked away from his shyly, knowing I said the wrong joke. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and realized I still had a fever. I slumped back down again and let out a frustrated sigh. I looked at him as he came over to me. His hand went over my hot face as he looked me over. I got nervous as he leaned over and kissed me. His hand went around my shoulders and raised me up to him as we kissed. I was too weak to do anything but let his tongue explore my mouth again. It wasn't as long as I thought it would be, instead he started to kiss my cheek and chin. Slowly he made his way to my neck and I knew what he was going to do.

"No!" I cried out as he went for the bite. I tried to push him away but he grabbed my arms and pinned me there. I screamed as his teeth dug into the bite that was burning my body. This time an odd sensation came over me for a second. I gasped as he started to give me his blood through the bite. Then, all at once the pain hit me and I tried desperately to push him off of me because I couldn't ignore this pain. He held tight and firm and I think I caused bruising to my arm because he held me down so tight. Finally, all I could do was whimper in pain as his blood came into my body and started to heal me.

I grunted in pain as he gave me blood. He had so much power that it was overwhelming. I gave one last attempt to try and push him off but I could barely move my arms now. Finally, he released my neck from his demon teeth and I moaned as he let go. I flinched as he licked the wound clean and gave it a light kiss. "Get off of me!" I groaned in frustration and he still held me down and wouldn't let go. All I wanted was to be left alone now I was fed up with this. I moved my arms and pain shot through them as I moved them, trying to get him to loosen his grip. Instead he gripped me tighter and I clenched my teeth as his claws dug into my skin.

He looked at me with almost a sad look on his but I didn't care. "Leave me alone!" I screamed at him. I desperately wanted to calm down and fall back to sleep. My body still burned with pain as his blood ran through me. I figured he was waiting for the blood to set in before he let me go but I wanted out NOW! I had to stop moving because my arms were bleeding now, my fever was starting to grow again, and I was physically exhausted, while mentally I just wanted to beat the shit out of him right now. He held firm and growled at me, his face turned a dark blue and his mouth was outlined with sharp teeth. I instantly froze in fear and immediately regretted my actions.

"The pain will last for a long time and I know you will be miserable, but I know you will get through it." He said calmly as if nothing had happened.

"Please let go of my arms." I begged. "All I want to do is go to sleep." I pleaded desperately. I gasped in relief as he let me go and I almost thought about actually doing my thought of punching him in the jaw for a cheap shot, but I decided against it because we both knew I didn't stand a chance if he hit back. I went limp on the bed and breathed heavily. "Thank you." I said as seriously as I could before I turned over and closed my eyes.

The next time I woke up my arms were very sore. I quickly remembered where I was, who was with me and how I got there. I turned around and groan in pain because my whole body was sore. I was hot and I felt like I didn't have a stomach because I just wasn't hungry. Mephistopheles was sitting in chair at the side of the bed. He gave me a smug smile as if to say "I know where this is headed and you are nowhere near done." I gave him a dirty look because I was actually too tired to talk. Finally I rose up out of the bed.

"Do you have a towel?" I asked politely. He got one off of the cabinet and gave it to me. "Thanks." I muttered back to him. I wiped my face that was moist with sweat and place it on a small dresser, which I had missed, on the other side of the bed. I fell back into the pillows with a sigh. "I hate you." I grumbled at him. He only laughed as I fell back to sleep.

It was night when I opened my eyes again. I knew this because my night senses kick in and I hissed in aggravation as they came to me full force. Suddenly, I got up quick because I started to cough again. I brushed the sheets off of me and covered my face with my hands and blood came out of my mouth. I rushed out of bed because the cup that was formed by my hands was started to fill and drip with extremely dark blood. It looked almost black but it had a hint of scarlet in it. I ran to the cabinet because it had a small sink. I coughed long and hard again, my blood staining yet another metal surface.

I felt him squeeze my shoulder for comfort but all I did was pushed him away from me roughly. I was furious with him. I didn't want any of this and here I was caught in the middle between a conflict with Father and Son. I coughed until my body felt like it was going to collapse and even then I knew I would still be coughing. I just clutched to edges as best I could and wait for the coughing to stop. Finally, it stopped and I slumped to floor trying to catch my breath. He tried to lift me off but I pushed him away from me again. I was afraid of his touch. I was terrified of him now because his blood was hurting my body so badly. I pushed him so hard I stumbled back from him and fell to the floor. I hated being so weak.

"Don't touch me." I said weakly. I didn't dare look into his eyes for fear that I might see a fury that could kill me with one blow. I held one hand out in front of me as he approached and kneeled down to me. I tried in vain to brush his hand away from. "I said don't touch me. Please!" I pleaded. Tears were starting to come to my eyes as I became so afraid of him. I whimpered as he gently held my hand. He didn't do anything else but just hold it. I slowly glanced up at him in fear. He was just looking at me with curious eyes. I tried to hit him with my free hand but he easily and gently caught my wrist. He pulled me in close and finally I gave in.

I cried bitterly in his chest. I was in so much pain right now. I wanted it to be over. I was upset. I was angry at him and at Blackheart. Since, he was the closest target I snapped out on him. I think he knew all of this and just took it. If he wanted me out of the way, he could have done it a long time ago or torn my throat out when he bit me. I just cried for a while and in a way I passively released some of my anger. I was still crying as he lifted me up again and placed me back on the bed. He put a sheet over me and I silently continued to cry. He returned to my side and gently wiped my tears away, as if to try and comfort me. I gave him a pitiful smile before he covered my eyes again and I went back to sleep.