She woke up in the morning with the worst body aches she had ever had. Her muscles ached so much she could hardly move. She groaned and slowly stretched each arm and leg separately working each one until they started to work again. Rolling onto her back she noticed a small blanket was draped over her naked body and then the memories of last night flooded into her head. She shot upright and pulled the blanket close to her. Oh no, what has she done? She squeezed her eyes closed and rubbed her face and ran her fingers through her hair. Let this just be a dream, she kept telling herself. Slowly opening her eyes she looked down to her arms and saw the bruises and claw marks. Her eyes shut again. It wasn't a dream. She shuttered and pulled the blanket closer to her. Where had he gone? She didn't care she wanted to get off this planet, quickly rising slowly she quickly dressed herself in the clothes scattered about the clearing. When she had just finished pulling on her shirt she heard him emerge from the trees and froze; her jaw set her eyes narrowed. Her whole body went ridged and he could see it clearly. A slight grin pulled at his lips, but he managed to suppress it.
"Good morning." His gruff voice poured through the air. She forced herself to relax as she flipped her hair over her shoulder and grabbed the rest of her stuff and strut from the clearing to the dart. He watched her walk, long dedicated steps, her hips swaying, but the defiance and anger in it almost made the ground shake. He sighed heavily and followed after her. Perhaps he did just use her, which was certainly what she thought. He didn't want to use her, he truly cared about her, but it had seemed his greed had gotten in the way. When he arrived she was already sitting in the dart, her arms crossed, staring forward. When he made it to her side he stroked her face and almost lost his fingers to her teeth. He tilted his head and looked sad, yet amused. "Was it so terrible?" He purred by her ear, the fire in her eyes made him pull back.
"You used me! I can hardly move!" She hissed holding up her bruised arm. He smiled and slipped into the dart and started taking off.
"You're not strong enough yet." He mused, that almost made her blow up.
"Yet? You bastard, if you think you are ever getting another chance, you have another thing coming!" She snarled viciously and he was actually scared to be so close to her. She was fuming the whole ride back and when they arrived at his quarters she stalked in and shut the door on him. Normally he would have been angry, but he figured it would be good to give her some space. That was a bad idea. When he tried to get back in she hurled different things at him. Yet another argument broke out. Mainly one sided, she refused to let him speak. He would walk away each time, seemingly unaffected, but it hurt. He was a wraith, it wasn't supposed to, but it hurt that she regretted being with him so much; even after all they had been through. After she calmed down every time he did come in, she would walk to another room. Never looking at him, not even acknowledging him. She spent most of her time sitting in the corner with her back to him. It wasn't sure what to do about her. He had tried everything to get through to her, and nothing was working. Perhaps it really would be best to let her go, but it was far too late for that. She simply could not walk away now. He sat at his desk and watched her. She looked unusually sad, not just angry, but sad. It certainly could not have been just that night to effect her so much, what was getting to her. He opened his mouth to speak, but as soon as he did she stood and left. His head hit the desk and he groaned. Why were humans so hard to work with all the time!
This continued for about two months. He was beginning to be unable to handle it anymore; he was going to send her away. It would be better for the both of them. But it hurt to even think about it. He had grown so attached to her. But today she walked up to him with a blanket wrapped around her body. Her eyes were wide and blood shot. She looked tired and sick. He stood slowly and stroked her messy hair that she had not brushed in awhile. Her eyes were watery like she had been crying a lot recently.
"Are you ill?" He asked pulling the tangles from her hair. She diverted her eyes and started shaking. She was cold and clammy. Something was definitely wrong. He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his cheek. "What's wrong love?" He mumbled softly and stroked her forehead. She pulled away, her body shaking. She kept her eyes on the ground, something she had never done before, and it concerned him.
"I want to leave." Her voice was so soft and raspy he thought she was going to collapse right there. Her legs were shaking and he set her on the couch. She wiped her face and shuttered. "I don't feel good, and need to leave the hive." She stuttered pulling the blanket closer around her body. It was then he noticed the smell. She had been throwing up all morning. That was why she had not left the bathroom. She had some illness, what it was he didn't know.
"You know I cannot grant that, but I can get you medical help…" He was unable to finish when she pulled back violently, fear in her eyes. She was trembling now, she shook her head back and forth quickly.
"No! I won't go to one of your doctors!" Her reaction was so fierce he almost jumped back. Quickly he grabbed her arms and held her close to stop the trembling. He stroked her hair and held her close.
"You are very sick, it will make you feel better darling. It will be fine." He purred softly in her ear, which seemed to calm her but she still shook her head.
"No, I will not go. Just release me." She sighed softly, collapsing on the couch again. He fell with her, refusing to let go. The soft rumbling growls made her feel tired and soon she had passed out. He laid her gently on the couch keeping the blanket around her. Perhaps she had a fever; it was messing with her mind. He left to find a doctor.
When she woke up she ran to the bathroom and vomited again. This was number eight for the day. She groaned weakly and collapsed by the toilet. She had to get off this ship. Rising on shaky legs she crawled from the room to run into the legs of a wraith she didn't know. Turning her eyes up slowly she saw her master standing next to him. He had gotten a doctor! She screamed and pulled away, dragging her blanket with her.
"What is wrong with you?" He growled pulling her from the corner she had curled herself in and pulled her to the couch and laid her down. The ship's doctor followed close behind, he stared at her with cruel eyes. She shook her head and kicked her wraith and jumped off the couch and ran for the door.
"I will not!" She snarled, but before she could escape the doctor had her by the arm and held her down. He glared at her and drew close to her face, examining her.
"What is wrong?" He growled, pulling his lips back. She growled in return and hit him in the face as hard as she could, clawing at his eye. He snarled and pulled away, giving her enough time to slip from the room and vanish. The two wraith stood on the room, the doctor shot a glance at the commander and stalked from the room, leaving him there, totally confused.
She sat in some closet curled up tightly, tears streaming down her face. She left her blanket in his room and was freezing. Her body shivered uncontrollably and she threw up again. What was happening to her? Her body was so weak, and the cold air and crying did not help. She sat in the room for a long time, the commander never found her, but he wasn't looking all that hard. If she was not causing problems he assumed she was in some corner keeping to herself and would emerge when she was ready. In her time hiding in the closet a young man opened the door looking for supplies only to find a sickly young girl. He looked shocked then ran in to grab her.
"My god! What's wrong?" He asked panicked slightly. He was probably in his early or mid twenties, he had dark hair, a scruff and very muscular and healthy. He lifted her slowly and touched her pale forehead. She was plastered in sweat and shaking. What she didn't know was this man who saved her life was the leader in a worshiper uprising. She thought he was going to turn her into the wraith. "Can you hear me? Are you ok?" He asked holding her and brushing her damp hair behind her. She stared at him and blinked slowly. "It's ok, you're safe now, don't worry." He said calmly and pulled her from the room, he snuck her down the hall and hid her in a room unused where a few other humans were. A bed, food and some supplies made up the small space.
"Ryan, who is this?" an older women asked stepping forward and taking the sick girl who would fade in and out of consciousness. He shrugged and crossed his arms.
"I found her in a closet, she looks very ill, we can't let her die." He said walking to get a quick drink of water. The old women set her on a bed and grabbed a warm wet cloth and dabbed her head.
"I have no intention of letting her die, but Ryan, can we trust her?" She asked, her deep brown eyes never leaving the girls face, who was staring back just as intently with weak begging eyes.
"It looked like she had been there for awhile; if no wraith claimed her for that long I assume she is a reject. Anyway Nancy, it doesn't matter, she is sick." Nancy nodded and started working on the girl who was now clinging to her wrist. It was the next day when Ryan arrived and his newest member was sitting up in bed. She was clean, her hair was freshly washed. She was curled with a blanket but she didn't look as sick anymore, in fact her glow had returned. He smiled and walked up to her. "Good to see you up. Do you have a name?" He asked sitting next to her. She looked at him a moment then stared back at her knees. A name? It has been so long since she had used a name. She thought hard then shook her head. "No? Alright, will think of one for you." He said grinning slyly. She couldn't help but smile slightly. She pulled the blanket closer and shifted. He leaned back against the wall and put his hands behind his head. Just then Nancy walked in.
"Can I talk to you Ryan?" She asked softly crossing her arms. The girls head shot up as she stared at the old women with pleading eyes. She looked so weak and pathetic. Nancy sighed as Ryan got up and moved towards her.
"What's up?" he asked shifting his weight to one side. Avoiding eye contact with the girl she looked at the ground and sighed. She rubbed her arms and let a long silence fill the air between the two. "Come on Nancy, what's wrong?" He asked, looking concerned now. She shook her head and looked him in the eye.
"She's pregnant Ryan."