Rawr! Imma dinosaur!
Dante POV
"-nte! Dante, wake up!" My eyes snapped open and Spencer sighed in relief. "Dammit, Dante! You could have been killed!" I laughed and pain stabbed through my middle.
"I think I was." He scowled, trying to stay mad, but he laughed and shook his head.
"How did you do that?" I rolled my eyes.
"It was basic street fighting, enhanced with a dash of kickboxing finesse." He shook his head again, gesturing with his hand.
"By the way, do you. . .um, know this lady?" I looked down to where he was pointing and my blood ran cold. Straddling me, with her hands pressed to my stomach, was Spectra. Her mask tilted up and she 'stared' at me.
"Are you okay, beloved?" I pushed her back and cried out as complete agony exploded in my stomach. I moaned in pain and Spectra replaced her hands over the wound. A delicious numbness flowed from her hands and into my stomach. As I watched, her hands sank into my stomach and dark tendrils zig-zagged out from the spot through my veins. I stared at her incredulously.
"Are you infecting me?" She shook her head.
"No. This is necessary for repairing your internal damage. Healing you is essential, because we would be very upset if we lost you." There was something. . .almost tender in her tone. Spencer shifted uncomfortably.
"Uh, she doesn't speak for me. I mean, I don't really even know you." I grunted.
"Gee, thanks pal. And she's not talking about you, it's just how she refers to herself." He snorted.
"Well that's weird." For whatever reason, that pissed me off.
"Or maybe, that's how she was taught." I snapped. He held up his hands in surrender.
"Sorry, didn't mean to insult your friend." I flinched and I was acutely aware of Spectra's hands on me.
"She's not my friend." I muttered. If she heard me, she didn't give any indication of it. I heard running footsteps and suddenly my mouth tasted sour. Oh shit. Things are about to get complicated.
That's about when Yang and Ruby showed up.
Ruby POV
Yang and I rounded the corner to find a scene out of a nightmare. Dante was laying on the ground with her head turned to the side, staring toward us sightlessly, some guy in a trench coat standing over her, staring at us, and worst of all was Spectra. She was sitting on Dante, with her hands in her stomach.
"Dante!" I moved to run toward her, but Yang held me back.
"We don't know what she's doing." She said evenly. I gaped at her.
"That's exactly why we should go while she's distracted!" Yang narrowed her eyes.
"There's something funny about this scene."
Dante POV
"Done." Spectra said with a sigh. I almost didn't even hear her.
"The hell are those clowns doing?" I muttered.
"Looks like they're deciding whether or not to attack." Spencer replied. Spectra giggled.
"Let's mess with them." I bit back a laugh, I'd been thinking the same thing.
"Spencer, act shifty." He shifted back and forth from foot to foot.
"Um, I'm not quite sure what that entails. . ." I sighed.
"Never mind, just stand there and look pretty."
"I'm not pretty, I'm handsome." He muttered. I ignored him, there was acting to be done.
Ruby POV
"Um, Yang?" Yang's only answer was to shake her head in bewilderment. Dante had begun thrashing around and Spectra was laughing maniacally while the guy just stood there, doing nothing.
"The hell are those clowns doing?" Yang wondered, obviously confused. I shrugged. I don't know what they were doing, but all they did was remove all doubt about whether or not Dante was in trouble. She clearly wasn't.
Dante POV
"Dammit, they didn't fall for it." Spencer laughed.
"Maybe if you'd made it more realistic, they would've." I mock growled at him.
"Maybe if you'd done something other than stand there like a statue while I was being 'murdered' then they'd have believed it!" Spectra sighed.
"Does this mean we have to pull our hands out of you?" I felt my cheeks heat up at the strange statement.
"Um, yeah." She sighed.
"Darn. We liked being inside you." Spencer was still laughing when Yang and Ruby arrived.
"What's going on here?" Yang demanded. Spencer's laugh caught in his throat and he stared at Yang, transfixed. "What are you doing here?" She stabbed a finger at Spectra, who leaned down and pulled me upright and into a hug, which felt kind of strange (by which I mean sexual) since she was still straddling my lap.
My cheeks flamed and I struggled to explain.
"U-um, well. . .you see. . .uh. . .she was. . .helping me?" Dammit! That sounded like a question! Ruby's brow furrowed and Spectra sighed.
"We were simply healing her of her fatal wound." Ruby opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Yang spoke for her.
"But at what cost? What do you want from her in return?" Fuck. I didn't think of that. Spectra turned back to me and sat back a bit, bringing one hand up to her mask.
"W-wait! I don't-" My words trailed off as I saw her face for the second time. Well, half of her face. Pink lips curled into a devious smile.
"Fear not, Dante Stryker, we mean you no harm. The golden haired wench has raised an excellent question. One we had not yet considered."
"Wench?" Yang muttered, offended.
"What are you doing?" I wondered if she could hear my voice trembling. Her smile widened.
"We are simply choosing our form of payment." Then she kissed me.
I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't a good kiss, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't kiss her back, but that doesn't mean I particularly enjoyed it.
Her mouth was warm and soft, her tongue insistent on my lips, and I shuddered. I fought to retain my sense of being in the flood of Spectra. Her tongue gently assaulted mine, dancing around my mouth, sliding sensually against roof of my mouth and the inside of my cheeks.
When she pulled away I could feel my entire body shivering. She wiped her lips and lowered her mask, standing up and chuckling softly.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" My head shook of its own accord and she laughed affectionately. "I'm glad." Then she was gone. I stared at the wall of the alley, unable to form coherent thoughts.
"Dante?" Ruby prodded my shoulder tentatively and I glared up at Yang.
"Thanks, wench." I snapped. She rolled her eyes.
"Well, sorry. I didn't know that she didn't originally have ulterior motives!" I dropped my head into my hands.
"Ugh, I'm such a whore." I moaned miserably. "What will I tell Elaina?" Ruby sat next to me and patted my thigh.
"I'm sure she'll understand if we go explain it to her together." I smiled gratefully at her, but shook my head.
"No thanks. I'll do it by myself." I planted my hands on the ground and pushed myself to my feet. I rocketed up faster than I expected and stumbled forward, smashing face first into the brick wall. "Ow! Bloody hell!" I clutched my nose and swore repeatedly. "What the fuck was that?!" Ruby shook her head.
"I'm not quite sure." Yang shrugged and said,
"Looks like you underestimated your strength." I shook my head, still clutching my nose.
"That doesn't. . .I didn't. . . Ooh, I think my nose is broken." Yang moved my hand and grimaced.
"Yup. Totally broken." Great. Just fucking great. I grumbled in my head. Not only was I just resurrected by a creepy shadow chick I barely know, now I'm suddenly strong enough to break my own nose by standing up. How is this possible? The harder I thought, the more frustrated I got, and the more frustrated I got, the harder it was to think.
"Gah! This is so damn frustrating!" I cocked my arm back and punched the wall, reducing four or five bricks to powder and sending my fist straight through to the other side. Silence descended in the alley. I pulled my hand from the wall and studied my knuckles. Nothing.
Ruby stood and moved my other hand away from my face.
"Let me. . .see?" I'm fairly sure the terror was plain on my face.
"What?! What's wrong?!" Ruby shook her head, taking an infuriatingly long time to answer. "Dammit, Ruby! Tell me what the hell is wrong!" She swallowed and shook her head.
"Nothing," She whispered. "Your nose is fine."
Geez, this is the longest story I've ever written. Anyway, I started writing the next chapter of Blake's Not-So-Dirty-Little Secret, but I ended up writing this instead. Oh well, I finished the other chapter, so who cares?