A few weeks the incident, I was still uncomfortable and a little embarrassed around Nny.

He kept staring at me, until I locked myself in my room for hours on end.

The weird thing was, I didn't feel violated. I could go so far as to say… I had liked it.

The thought of the experience was strangely invigorating. I obsessed over this, exactly why it had occurred, when did I decide I did not hate it, and where was this going to go?

Because I knew that with Nny, it would not be a one-time thing.

God damn, was I confused. Fuck, I was more than confused. I was like a wild animal trapped in a corner. I didn't know what to do. At all. All I could do was stare into space and wonder, why, why, why?

I hated Nny for not making me hate him. I hated myself for not hating Nny.

And I especially hated myself for not feeling sullied. It would have been easier if I had felt tainted.

Why didn't I feel violated- was I just stupid, or was I blind?

I needed time alone- away from the apartment, but Nny was now very careful of watching me to assure I stayed indoors. It was driving me crazy.

Sitting on my place on the bed, I stared out the window at the sunlight, my eyes burning from being open too long. I closed them and sighed, rubbing them gently with my fingers.

Then, I screamed.

It wasn't a high-pitched girly squeal, a loud roar of indignant frustration and rage coming from my depths.

This wasn't short. It went… On and on. My throat was raw.

When my noise ceased, I collapsed backwards onto my bed, feeling a little dizzy.

Nny stepped into the room. 'Blood? What the hell was that?'

'I don't feel great, Nny,' I replied, feeling grateful for his presence.

Why did I feel like that? 'You care about him,' Zavé said. No- I couldn't care for him. It was unthinkable. He just wanted that so that he could take advantage of me and use me for bad purposes.

I snarled at Nny, flinching away from him into a corner.

'I thought that you didn't do that anymore,' he muttered, giving me an odd, tired look.

'You're trying to contaminate me- make me full of filth and sin, like you!' I snapped.

'Huh?' His eyes didn't flash. He was tired, clearly, otherwise he would have been on me like an angry wasp by now.

Instead of responding, I got up and shoved him.

He didn't say anything, just gave me a sorrowful look, which made me even angrier.

'Fight, you little bitch!' I sneered. 'What, you scared?'

I punched him, then kicked him in the shins. He fell to the floor and curled into a ball as my blows hit him, again and again.

I yelled and cussed and kicked, but nothing made him move.

'Come on- beat me up, fight me, cause me more agony! Go ahead, I know you want to, Nny!' I scorned.

Nothing.

I kicked him one more time, making a hollow noise in his back, and sat back onto my bed. I glared at his backside, now dusted with my footprints.

'Get up, you shit,' I barked.

Nothing.

Suddenly, I felt overwhelmed by a sense of upset.

I slipped my shoes on, ran down the hall, and out the front door.

…

I wandered along the streets, people bustling by. It was the day, and I stuck out a bit, due to my dark clothes and scars, which were very visible as I was wearing a T-shirt with no sweater.

Questioning glances were constant, and I kept my head down, feeling persecuted. Fuck, was this annoying.

After a few more minutes, I decided I could look for something to entertain me while confined in my apartment.

Stepping into a movie rental store, I looked around quietly. The place was rather busy, but not unbearably so. I received more penetrating gazes in the store, but ignored them efficiently.

As I wandered past a man who appeared to be in his 30s, he coughed.

Not a cough, a nasty little sneer of, 'Ugly.'

My head whipped to glare at them, my eyes blazing.

'What did you say, you little punk?'

There was nobody there. What the hell?

I received multiple odd looks from the surrounding people, which were met with a sharp look from me. They quickly diverted their gazes to other things, but I knew I was being watched now. I decided it would be best to leave.

I hissed to myself, stepping into an alleyway and leaning against the wall, feeling stressed. I wasn't surprised when I felt my eyes start to sting with frustrated tears.

Suddenly, strong hands gripped me and a voice hissed, 'Don't move. At all.'

It wasn't Nny, and it wasn't Alec. In fact, it sounded a lot like the voice in the movie store.

'Let go,' I snapped.

I heard a click, then cold metal on my temple. This guy had a loaded gun.

'Come with me, or we're going to have a bit of a problem.'

He pulled me none too gently, and I tentatively followed awkwardly in a head lock.

We were going farther into the alleys, a maze of them everywhere.

Three other men were waiting farther in, all grinning ghoulishly.

'Good prize,' the one in the middle laughed, lighting a cigarette.

What was happening?

My fearful gaze lit on the man who was holding me. He seemed to see my thoughts. 'Eh, no, we ain't gonna rape you, girl, but we know of the guy who's keepin' you, see- we don't like him. An' we know he likes you. You're his bitch, see? And we can use you to get him to quit killin' us.'

One of the three men across from him laughed. 'Yeah, then, we can get around to killing him.'

So, Nny had upset a gang- I was unsurprised, judging by the amount of people he'd killed, but the fact they'd discovered him was shocking. Nobody found him, he found them.

The guy who was holding me continued. 'Anyways, we're gonna keep ya locked up, see? Then you're gonna make a fine prize to ransom for this guy's life.'

I growled, and that greeted a punch in the face.

I fell to the ground, and wiped blood from my face. 'Take it from here, boys,' he muttered, and stalked off.

The three grabbed me, and although I fought, kicking them in the genitalia several times, I was tied up before I knew it.

Then, a bash to the head, and it went dark.

…

Love

Something perceived as complicated, confusing, and full of mystery, but it is merely lust. Nothing more, nothing less. It is a common fantasy that everything is as complicated and intricate as the spider's web, but, however desirable albeit it may be, it is not so. When your heart is 'broken,' you believe you will never go on, but you do, trudging endlessly, a slave to your mind, craving only companionship, or, 'love.'

This companionship never lasts.

…

I woke up tied to a chair, a lamp over me, a guy sitting in front of a desk, like a police officer.

He snapped a finger, and my eyes opened enough to see clearly.

It was a guy. A nondescript person, with dark brown hair and sunken-in eyes. He looked to be in his forties, and wore quite a lot of bling.

I tried to speak, but no sound would come out. The guy just sat there, staring at me, trying to desperately move.

That's when the pain set in.

Fire, everywhere- fire. A blazing pain of smouldering lava, burning me from the inside out.

I tried to scream, but couldn't.

Finally, words managed to come out. 'Why does it HURT! ? Make it stop, please, please,' I begged, sobbing.

'We put some drugs in you. They won't kill you, but I've got the antidote,' he sneered, holding up a little vial.

'Please,' I implored. 'What do you want from me?'

'Johnny C's location.'

'I thought… you knew that!' I screeched, the burning fluctuating. I spasmed, and felt like throwing up.

'No, we don't. Please, do stop screaming.'

I couldn't. It hurt too much.

He got up, gently tipped my head back, and poured a bit of the vial into my mouth. The fire instantly receded a bit, but still lanced through me like a hellish firework show.

'Now,' he said. 'Where is Johnny C.?'

'I won't… tell you,' I gasped hoarsely through the pain.

'This will have to be difficult, yes?' he murmured.

'Nny- I would never… betray him!' I barked.

'Oh, but he tortured you. Can't you see your scars? Or are you blind? Or just plain stupid?'

'No- he's different,' I wheezed. 'He- he cares… He tries to stop… Hurting me. I know he doesn't… Want to hurt me.'

'What about all the others?'

'They… Deserve it.'

'How selfish of you, Kiera.'

'I… Don't have time… For pity or sympathy. In… A world like this… Only you and… The people you love matter.'

'So you love Johnny?'

'I… Don't know. But I know… I'd never… Let you kill him.'

'That doesn't explain the huge love bite on your neck.'

'So… what if I care… for him? He is… a good person… deep down.'

'If we killed him, you'd be free.'

'I'm… Never free. Nny… Has given me a reason. To… Live and fight. To… Look forward to the next day.

He… May not have meant to do… that, but… everything… is better. I may… still hate myself… and life, but… I have… Meaning. And… that's all I ever… Wanted.'

'How sweet,' he chuckled. 'But, I'm afraid that won't save your little boyfriend. You see, he tends to kill our members, and sometimes our clients, and it has a bad effect on business. When word gets out that the customers are dying, well, you know. Business goes.'

'I… don't care,' I breathed. 'Let.. Me out of this chair!'

'I'm sorry, but I cannot do that,' he said, leering evilly at me.

I was too weak to hold my head up.

I fell limp as he injected me with more liquid fire.

…

Where was she?

Where did she go?

Nny couldn't stop thinking this, feverishly. Ever since the incident, his twisted mind was corrupted, obsessing over Blood. He was full of affection, yet not. He wanted to hold her and never let go, but also wanted to kill her and laugh as her eyes grew cold and empty.

'Where is she?' he growled. It had been at least eight hours, and the sky was dark.

Suddenly, a noise, and his ears pricked. A door knock.

He moved the chair carefully out of the way of the door, placing it as thought it were a kitten, knowing Blood's hands had touched it.

He opened the door and peeked through the crack. 'The hell do you want?'

'Oi, man. Take this letter, it's important. Gotta message from the boss, y'know what I'm sayin'?'

'No, I don't 'know what you're sayin'',' I snapped. 'I just lost something important, and I need to find it.'

'Thass' what this letter is for, man.'

H snatched it from him and slammed the door in his face, ripping the envelope open hurriedly.

'Oh, so your little 'interest' has disappeared, Nny?' Mr. Eff sneered.

'Shut up, Mr. Fuck,' Nny snapped, his heart thudding strangely. He hadn't been scared for a long time.

Johnny Chogan,

We have Kiera, or Blood, as she is known in your twisted mind. If you do not turn yourselves in to us, we will kill her.

There was a picture, of Blood, screaming, tied to a chair. You could see blood seeping from cuts in her skin, and his grip on the paper tightened, ripping it slightly.

I am fairly sure you know where we are, as you are quite the well-travelled individual. If you are honestly unaware of our whereabouts, go to any bar- we know you.

Suddenly, the nice script was replaced by a shaky scrawl, barely legible.

Nny- Nny- Nny- Nny!

It was Blood's handwriting.

Written in blood.

Nny snarled, and ripped the paper in half, punching the wall and then continuing to attack the rest of the room, yelling and cussing.

After that, he burst out the door, and didn't stop running.

…

Oh-ho-ho! Plot development! I was working on making the story a lil' more interesting, as I was considering discontinuing it. Lots of emotion in here, and less OOC, I'd love to think.

Sugar Caki: I hope you liked it! XD Should Nny and Blood kiss again, it will probably be somewhat more painful. :3

Crazychic111: Hmm, is that a bad thing, or good thing? Your choice. I personally find the psychological warfare fascinating.

Ley the Homicidal Maniac: I'm gonna take a wild guess and say… It wasn't horrible, just bad enough to kill you?

TheBrokenChild: I admit, I'm confused. I forgot which voice was which.

Kawaii miku 13: Cheese cake… nummaw.

Cheeto-ScorpioDimagram: Dude, you have Tourettes? That's kinda cool. Was it a good thing, your tourettes going crazy in that last part? Or was it so bad you had a seizure? O.o

D.G. BlackWolf: Well, it wouldn't really be JTHM if it wasn't kinda violent-but-sexual. It can't be like *smack* 'Oh, ha, ha, we kissed, we're together now.'

Naww, we gotta have some mental clashes, man. And I'm glad you listened to the song, that chapter just doesn't flow without it.