Corrupted: Blossom's Story

Chapter 3: Exploration

Hello, readers! Sorry for the delay! As I have decided, take a peek at the end to see if you got credited for your love to my story! Or flame, As they make great marshmellow roasters! nwn. XD.

Blossom stretched, looking around. For a few seconds, she felt panic overcome her, until she was awake enough to remember last nights' events. 'Oh.' She smiled, sliding out of the bed with ease. She slowly searched through the closet, humming sweetly. Eventually, she settled on a simple, yet elegant dress. The first layer was a plain slip, the top edged with black lace. Over that, she wore a dark red, strapless dress that exposed the lace edging, and ended at her ankles. She picked a cute pair of spaghetti-strapped heels, and headed out of the room. Brick stood patiently, taking her hand and pulling her into a quick, yet sweet hug.

"Did you sleep well?" Bricks' voice was sinful, sultry, even more delicious than her dreams had been able to replicate. His hair was short, brushing his shoulders gently. The color of his eyes was dark, much more so than it had been, and she shivered in sensual delight. He stood two feet taller than her modest four feet, yet the way he moved showed that he was completely at ease with himself. The way he looked at her had to be illegal, for she felt so much warmer, especially in between her legs. She managed a nod, her face slightly flushed, as naughty thoughts spun in her mind. He wore a simple pair of slacks, and a white, button-up shirt, and the top three buttons undone. She blinked, shaking her head slightly, as he led her down the hall. 'No, don't start Blossom. Last thing you need to turn into is a fan-girl.' She scolded herself, as he stopped. "Where would you like to go?" She glanced at the map in mild surprise.

"That wasn't there before, was it?" Blossom asked, curious. Brick shook his head. She shrugged, and took a glance at the map. It marked where she was, and then the various places. She saw the library, salt-and-freshwater aquariums, and gardens, of all kinds. There was a stage, a ballroom, a classroom, and a music room, as well as a gym. "Umm, I'd like to see the aquariums." She looked up, to find him closer to her, his chest inches away. A soft gasp escaped her, and just as suddenly, he was holding her hand, gently leading her down the hall.

"Would you like to go to the saltwater or freshwater aquarium first?" Brick queried, leading her down the steps, carefully. She shrugged automatically, her voice currently on mute. "Alright then," Brick said cheerfully, "Saltwater aquariums first." He stopped. "After you my dear" he said, opening the door enchantingly. Blossom slowly stepped into… A saltwater paradise suspended above her. Every creature was in orbs of water, the orbs floating about. A small stand was before her. There was a list of each orb, and what region they came from. "Just pick one," Brick told her breathily, making her jump slightly. How did she not notice him? The heat coming from his body alone should've alerted her! She cleared her mind of the now Oh-So-Tempting idea of turning around as fast as she could and kissing him, and dragged herself back to the spectacular aquarium. She selected a polar region, and was rewarded with a miniature version of the northern polar ice cap. She gasped, her eyes widening in awe. Everything, even the killer whales, had somehow been scaled down to size. The orb floated closer, magnifying the beauty of the smaller creatures. As she selected another, her world blurred, and Brick, as well as the rest of the aquarium, ceased to exist. Slowly, she drew away from the beauty, and became aware of the warm arms of Brick encompassing her elfin form. She jumped, slightly startled.

"Sorry," He told Blossom, as the two left. "If I didn't hold you, you would have floated into the water, and I wouldn't have gotten you back." He smiled inoffensively at her, as he led her down the hall, past the other one. "I don't think it's safe to take you to the other one just yet." She nodded, as her voice was no longer able to make itself heard. "Let's go to the gardens, hmm?" Brick said, sultrily, as they rounded another corner. He gently opened the door, letting the soft fragrance of flowers waft over to the pair. She began to walk, lost in the exquisiteness of the flowers.

She stopped, her rosy orbs spellbound to the flower that she had her eyes on. It was a rose, but at least a foot in diameter. The petals opened and closed, shifting color every second, glowing leisurely. She let out a tiny gasp, her face aglow with enchantment. Her fingertips brushed the rose, to be rewarded with a tiny brush of its leaves in return. Cupping the gorgeous plant, she took a delicate sniff. The smell changed, from rose, to blueberry sap, to maple, and more. She leaned in closer, completely unaware of the sharp thorns that pricked her skin, tasting her, and her red essence. It recoiled; retracting its vines, as her blood ran, dripping onto the green flesh of the lovely plant. Brick skidded over to find it retreating, only near because she held it there. His eyes widened, and he pulled her away, despite her gentle protests. Only when she was out of the haze of perfumes, did her eyes clear, and her sense of self return. A gasp of surprise parted her plump lips, a pale sliver of white teeth visible for a small fraction of time.

"Wha- What happened," she stammered, clearly confused and afraid, clutching him tightly. He mutely shrugged, as confused as she. His body was warmer than normal, almost a ten degree difference.

"I would like to know myself," He murmured, clutching her closer, "As much as you would yourself."

Brick had suggested she relax and change her clothing, as she was dripping blood everywhere. What had happened? The infernal flower should have been shut away! He oversaw the removal of the demonic entity himself! Yet it was there, and it recoiled from Blossom. Blossom! The very consummate soul of innocence! What had she done to have it recoil from her? Had it been her acceptance? Was it her enjoyment? What had it been, for there were only two people else like her then, himself, and the red-skinned demon Him. A tiny sigh passed his lips. Though his plans were now easier to execute, he now needed to know what warped her to this point. Circles within circles. This thoroughly sucked.

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