Minerva awoke to find herself in a cold sweat. Her vision was cloudy but she could see enough to realize that she was still alone in her room and that her bed was torn all to hell. She groaned and tried to sit up found that her hand was stuck. She growled and managed to untangle her nails out of the fluffy pieces of the comforter that they were embedded in. She sighed and got of of her bed, only to have the room spin and fall back onto it. She groaned and summoned her tali to help her balance. Unfortunately, it did nothing but get in her way and trip her. She slammed into the wall beside where the doorframe was and fell to her knees. She held her hand up to her face and realized that she was trembling. Oh god. She leaned over and retched. The putrid smell of the vomit falling to the floor sickened her. After her stomach was emptied, she stopped hurling and fell over. She was unconscious before she hit the floor.

The Creeper growled slightly as he neared his home. Something was wrong. It was too quiet. Even the crows had ceased their usual cawing. He parked his truck in its usual place but went straight to the pipe instead of getting the bodies into the House of Pain first. He flew inside and looked around. Everything looked as it had before he had left. His room was still locked and Minerva's door was still in pieces on her floor. He gasped. Minerva!

He flew up to her room and groaned as the smell of the vomit hit him. He landed long enough to pick her up and then flew down to the floor. He cleared off a table her usually put bodies on and set her on it. He put his head to her chest. There was a pulse, faint but existent nonetheless. He felt her forehead. It was burning up. Suddenly, a glint of red caught his eye. He reached into her pocket and pulled out the same crystal she had showed him earlier. Except this time, it was red. It spun in his hand and illuminated the body-covered walls of his home with an eerie red light. It flew over and landed on Minerva's neck. The gold chain it was attached to snaked around her neck and clicked shut. The Creeper blinked. What the fuck just happened?

He rushed to Minerva's side as she began groaning. She let out a pained moan and slowly opened one of her eyes. "Creeper..."

'Yes?'

"I'm sorry for going in your room." He reached over and placed his hand on her forehead. She moaned and rolled over. She was now facing him. He ran his hand down her side, part of him wanting to give in to one of his basest instincts. His body knew that if he mated her, they would have offspring. He wanted children badly but humans could never survive the mating process and even though he knew she could, he was not willing to hurt her so badly by raping her. He may be a murderer but he would never harm one he cared so much about. At least, he hoped he wouldn't.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as Minerva suddenly dug her claws into the table. She was in pain and he had no idea how to help. He snarled. If he wanted to help her, he would need what he had heard humans call a doctor. Sometimes when he was stalking them, one of them would hurt themselves and the others would call for an ambulance to take the injured one to a place called a hospital where a doctor could take care of them.

He sighed. 'Minerva, I'll be back. I promise.' She mumbled out a response but he could not make it out. Believing she would not remember, he kissed her forehead lightly before flying up out of the pipe and heading in the direction he had seen a white vehicle called an ambulance go after it picked someone up from a wreck. 'I'll bring back a doctor. This I promise.'

So The Creeper is going to a very crowded hospital with tons of bleeding injured prey? Uh oh. That can't be good. Remember to review. /winks/