Hope POV
When we arrive by the ship Owens helps me sit down against the hull of it.
"Now let me take a look at those wounds," he commented and held out his hand.
I show him the wounds on my arm first.
Owens winced. "They look deep," he told me and grabbed the cloth that Imam gave to me and started dabbing it to get the blood off.
Meanwhile the others arrived and surrounded the two. "Hey Hope, are you alright?" asked Jackie concerned. I send her a smile. "Yeah, I'll be fi-ow! Watch it!" I hiss in pain, cutting myself off.
Owens sends me an apologetic smile. "Sorry." Imam and his charges all looked at me. Hassan said something in Arabic. "What did he say?" asked Jackie curiously. "He asked if she would be alright," translated the pilgrim.
Shazza stared at me with a frown, before looking to the side.
Paris pulled a face at seeing the cuts. He turned completely then and walked away.
He didn't want to see those nasty wounds any longer. They made his stomach churn.
Frost and Johns passed them by with Blade and Peter in tow. I watch them go inside the ship, my eyes the whole time on Blade and Peter. The big, dark-skinned man ignored her gaze, as did Peter.
Owens then motioned to Jack, who looked at her questioningly. "Could you get my bottle of Whiskey? It's inside to the left," ordered the man.
Jack nodded and quickly went inside to look for the bottle.
"Why would you need that bottle?" I asked curiously, but I had an inkling I knew the answer.
"To clean out those wounds. They might get infected." informed the pilot, while a second later Jack returned with his bottle.
I was right on my guess. I pulled a face. "Can I go for the second option and choose to leave it like this?" I suggested sheepishly.
Sometimes when my boyfriend got too violent, he used a broken bottle on me. Which made me sometimes end up with cuts. To make me suffer even more, my boyfriend poured some alcohol over the wounds. It was very painful, but I learned later on that it actually helped clean the wounds.
Though that didn't mean I had to like it.
Owens frowned. "Why would you want that? If we leave it like this, they could get infected." stated the man. I grimaced. I knew that all too well. Sometimes I got cuts that I couldn't treat, and they got infected when I had been with him.
The pain of those wounds was twice as painful as pouring alcohol in it.
I sigh. "Alright." I grumble and hold out my arm. "I'll try to do it fast." said Owens and I nod.
"Ready?" asked Owens to which he got a nod in return.
The male pilot poured the alcohol over the wound while keeping a good grip on the woman's arm.
I hiss in pain. "Crap" she cried out when Owens finally stopped.
"Language," reprimanded Imam, wagging his finger. I glared at him but said nothing. Jack snickered behind his hand.
I can be quite childish if I want to be.
Owens bandaged the wound with some more rips from Imam's robes. He then set to work on my ankle.
"Hold on," warned Owens, before he poured the remaining alcohol over the wound on my leg.
"Son of a bitch!" growled Luna out, grabbing her leg near her knee tightly.
"Language!" came the scolding voice of Imam again. I sent him a glare. "Go to hell!" I hiss. The wounds burned like hell, and it took every fiber in me being to keep myself from kicking my leg.
Jack covered his mouth as he laughed at my expense.
Hassan asked something in Arabic. Imam gave him a scolding stare while answering in Arabic.
He then turned his attention to me. "Please watch your mouth, my child. I do not wish for my sons to learn such coarse language," asked the man in a soft ordering voice.
I hiss as Owens dabbed a cloth against the wounds. "I'll try." I mumble.
Imam nodded his head. "That is all I ask." he said and turned around and left, his sons following after.
Shazza stared at me and sighed. "Hey, I uh… wanted to apologize for what I said earlier. I shouldn't have said that." said the woman awkwardly, while rubbing her arm.
I smile. "It's okay. I…" she cut herself off, not wanting to say more. 'Damn, I almost told them the truth. I really need to watch my words before I say something wrong.' I thought with a slight frown.
Further thoughts were cut off when Owens tied the wound accidentally a bit too tight. "Holy-!" I yelp in pain but managed to keep herself from cussing.
"Sorry." apologized Owens while retying the wound again. "Better?" he asked with slight worry. I nod. "Yeah. Thanks." I told the older man.
"You're lucky the wounds aren't so deep, or you would've had a real problem." said Owens.
He then held his hand out. "Come on, let's get you up." he said, and I grabbed his hand. "I'll help," offered Shazza and grabbed the other arm which was the good arm.
They carefully helped me to my feet and slowly let go of me.
"Think you can walk?" asked Owens, to which I frowned. "I'll try," I say and took a step with my bad foot.
I almost buckle under the pain that shot through my leg when I put weight on my foot.
"I think you're gonna need to take it easy for a while." commented Shazza while she stared at her foot with a frown.
I mentally curse. This was going to be a problem. How was I ever going to be able to run if I couldn't put weight on my leg?
If the eclipse hit, I was for sure gonna be a hindrance to the others.
'Damnit! Of all people, why me?' I ask mentally before shaking my head with a sigh. "Great." I mumble.
Jack walked up to me. "Don't worry, you can lean on me!" offered the boy.
I blink in surprise at the girl, before I smile. "Thanks Jack, I appreciate that," I told him while placing a hand on her head and ruffled her hair a bit.
Suddenly we heard a faint shot coming from the ship. We all snap our heads around. For a moment I was worried for Riddick, Peter and Blade before I forced myself to relax.
There was no need to panic. We weren't going to die.
A moment later, both Riddick, Peter and Blade came walking out of the ship.
I turn around with the help of Jack to watch them.
Glancing down at Jack for a moment she saw that her face had lit up like Christmas tree.
'She is way too obsessive about these guys.' she thought with a slight frown of concern. Glancing back up, her breath hitched when she saw both convicts staring at her. With a blush, she looked away.
A nudge in her side made her glance down at Jack. She had a smile on her face that looked like the cat ate the canary. Entirely too happy for my taste.
I narrow her eyes at her. "What?" I ask softly gaining a snicker from her.
"Seems like someone has a crush on someone. Or should I say somebodies." she retorted with a devilish grin.
I sputter and look to the side. "I don't know what you're talking about." I mutter, while the blush on my face turns a deeper red.
"I think you do." said Jack in a singsong voice.
I glare at her, but my blush made it useless. Grumbling some insults under my breath I started limping, forcing Jack to follow. I could've sworn I heard deep chuckles coming from the three convicts but didn't dare turn around in fear of embarrassing myself even more.
"Come on, let's go find Fry and ask if we can be of help," suggested the young woman, turning the subject away from her.
Jack's grin didn't fade, but he helped me, nonetheless.
We walked/limped over to Owens and stopped next to him. She turned to them in question. "Can I help? I kinda feel like a fifth wheel right now," I asked awkwardly.
Owens frowns. "Sorry, no help here. Everyone is just packing their own stuff. The only thing left is to get a cell and we can leave," Owens told me. I pout but sigh in acceptance.
I then let go of Jack's shoulder, making him look up in slight confusion.
"What's the matter?" he asked to which she shrugged. "I'm gonna go sit down," she told him and lifted a hand the moment he opened his mouth. "I can do that much alone, Jack. Really," she told him with a comforting smile before she turned and started hopping towards the ship.
My sight was trained on the ground to watch where I'm hopping. Unfortunately, it made me blind for what stood before her. Suddenly two pair of feet came into my field of view, making me look up while she stopped.
Blade and Peter stood right in front of me. The sudden closeness made me gasp while taking a step back, but I forgot my wounded ankle. My leg buckled and I would've fallen, if two large hands hadn't steadied me at the last moment and pulled me back up and against a hard, broad chest.
Placing my hands against that chest I look up and gasp once again. My face was inches from Blade's, who was staring intently at me through his aviators.
He'd seen her fall and quickly grabbed me by my hips before I could do so. Holding me so close… he didn't know what it was, but something compelled him to keep me there. Against him. Never to let go.
The scent of my blood hung around my wounds, having only just stopped bleeding. The scent was overwhelming; his thirst was calling to him. Telling him to bite me and drink my blood while at the same time mark me as his.
I turn my head to the side, baring my neck, offering myself to Blade. Blade opens his mouth. His canines elongate. He lowers his head - - and starts to feed. I involuntarily stiffen as Blade's teeth puncture my skin.
Blade moans, sinking his teeth deeper. My head rolls back. My eyes open - glassy, unseeing - as a wave of ecstasy overtakes me. I shudder, my breath quickening, falling into a synchronous rhythm with Blade's. My fingers dig deep into his back, clawing downward, tearing into him - I'm not Hope anymore - I'm a red blood cell, an erythrocyte, spinning in a river of plasma, roaring up Blade's femoral artery, racing towards the pumping chambers of his heart which beats like the deafening breath of God, which blots all other sounds out of existence. Blade tears away after he has had his fill.
Quickly he then went back over to Riddick and Peter, who stared at him and me with an arched brow. I watched him walk over, before I look away, blushing from the looks that Riddick and Hale are sending me, and go to the ship and sit down.
The rest of the survivors scrambled their stuff together and made a make-shift sled. Johns walked over to the two convicts while Frost came out of the ship with ropes.
"Alright you three, you're both gonna take a rope and drag the sled, got it?" he ordered. Both convicts glared at him, making him shift slightly in place. But other than that, didn't show that he was intimidated by their glares.
Frost tied the ropes to the end of the sled and then held them out for the convicts to take. With a slight frown on their faces, the two came over and grabbed a rope each. Frost grinned and walked away. "Good doggies!" he said before he barked out a laugh.
I glare at him and wish I could help but with my leg and arm I was practically useless. Sighing, I tried to get up but cursed softly when I couldn't get back up.
"Need a hand, toots?" asked the familiar voice of the one she began to hate very quickly. She shot him a glare, not wanting to accept his help but didn't have a choice. She couldn't get up without him and he stood between her and the others so they couldn't see that she needed help.
Sighing, she nodded. "Yeah." she mumbled. He held out a hand and once she grabbed it, pulled her up with a hard jerk. The sudden motion made her stumble up with a gasp and land against his chest.
Instantly, the large merc wrapped his second arm around her waist. The scent of cigarette assaulted her nose making her wrinkle it in disgust.
"Can you let go, please?" I asked politely but with hidden venom.
Frost chuckled. "Aww, come on, toots. Ya know ya want me." he grinned and glances down at my breasts that were pushed up slightly from the motion.
I scoff. "In your dreams," I growl in a beastly way and struggled to get loose. I gasp in pain when I move my wounded arm and made the skin around the wound stretch painfully.
Suddenly I felt a presence behind her. Frost noticed the presence also and glared at the man. I turn my head as best I could and saw Riddick standing there.
"You better let go of the girl, if ya know what's good for you," he rumbled in warning. Frost scoffed and didn't let go of her until a moment later. But only reluctantly.
I sigh in relief before wincing. My arm throbbed painfully from the movement. I clamp my other hand on my lower arm and squeezed while biting my lip.
Riddick slowly walked back to the sled and grabbed his rope. He ignored the strange feeling of concern for me. Seemed that Blade and Peter weren't the only ones who felt strange around me.
Riddick looked at his silent friends they all knew something strange was going on with that girl. She should have been just another piece of ass, just like any other girl through their travels. What was it about her scent that set both him and Blade on edge, going after the triplet made more sense instead of the innocent girl that they seemed to not be able to stop saving.
Blade was having similar thoughts as they pulled the sled. The girl had been on his mind ever since they met. It was unlike him to single a female out like that, the same was with Riddick. Many women had caught their attention before with their scent, but never like 'Hope' even her blood sang to him. It took all his willpower not to take the girl and that had never happened before.
It was starting to piss him off.