After sitting with an unconscious Shelby for about an hour, Herobrine got bored and a little bit stir crazy. Careful not to disturb her, the man carefully slid from his spot and walked off towards the forest. Upon entering, he began to get a nagging feeling in the back of his mind, trying to give a déjà vu feeling with a memory he didn't have…or remember.
Walking back to see if he could escape the feeling in familiar territory, he realized it was much too silent for Sydney to be around.
"Sydney?" he whispered. No reply.
"Damn." Deciding against leaving Shelby alone, he sat back next to her, eventually sliding down at level with her.
With her half sleeping, half unconscious, he had nothing more to do than watcher her even breathing and think. Think about her, him, and them as a whole. And then of course, there is Sydney. How, and when, should they make it known that they'd spent an undetermined amount of time alone together and somehow developed the nameless relationship they now had. It was so much easier in the Nether… no other people. Just survive together, take care of each other… and occasionally releasing some solitude-induced sensuality.
That was the problem. Solitude guarantied nothing. Two mildly attractive people who are completely alone will, with enough time, develop some sort of relationship, even if only lust driven. When Herobrine reached over to brush a stray hair from her face, he stopped, letting his hand fall in defeat. They were around people now. There was little chance that this friendly, gorgeous young woman would stick with a deranged half-zombie for any longer than necessary.
Sydney blundered over, eyes out of focus, and a thick black liquid dripping nauseatingly out of her mouth.
"Damn! That stuff hits the spot!" spewing little bits of it out of her mouth, she grabbed the man by the back of his shirt and dragged him off into the woods with the last remaining threads of his collar ripping. Leading the indignant man to the brutally slaughtered body of an Enderman, it was clear she had been drinking the beast's blood and gotten herself drunk out of her mind.
"Hey, hey hey hey hey! You've gotta try this stuff!" dipping her finger in the mutilated corpse, she picked up a sizable amount of blood on her finger and then stuck it in the horrified man's mouth, shoving him against a nearby tree. Startled and gagging, he tried to maneuver around the intoxicated brunette, but only got himself even more trapped between two close-grown trees. Coasting up and gently holding his chin with free hand, she quickly removed her finger from his mouth and replaced it with tongue and lip. As he tried to struggle away she started to slide her hand down his pants, drunkenly ignoring his muffled yells as some form of enjoyment.
Fed up with the drunk's assault, he rolled his eyes and put his hand up near her face and set it on fire. Screaming something incoherent, she jumped away from the flaming man and stared shocked at the combusting limb.
"How the Nether are you doing that?"
"It doesn't matter! Just- Just stay off of me!"
Shaking her head and running her hand through her hair, she obviously was trying to regain her sobriety. Hitting her head lightly, she pointed at him and smiled.
"Oh! Oh, I forgot, you've got the hots for Shelby! Well, uh… That's not going to last long is it? Cause, we uh… had a deal." Pointing to herself, she finished with, "I get you first," And then walked back over to the campsite. Confused and mildly offended, he walked off toward what sounded like the dripping of water. What he found was a sparkling 7x10 pond. And he was afraid of it.
Water. It was such a rare thing in the Nether that he'd forgotten it could be found so easily and in such abundance. To drink it was a treat, to bathe in it? It had seemed a waste then. Now, it was just waiting for him. Cold and wet. So naturally, he threw himself into it.
It was shocking at first. His body was used to the intense heat of the Nether, he'd even felt the hot sear of lava. After he recovered from the initial shock, it was great. He opened his eyes and saw the hard crusted blood from his shirt and body washing off and he helped it along, rubbing his arms and shirt, even bits of his pants. Hands ran through dirty hair, seemingly ancient wounds were rinsed, and before he knew it, he was cleaner than he had been in ages. Completely quenched, and now spotless from head to toe, Herobrine headed back to check on Shelby. He'd have to show her the place when she woke up.
"You're damp."
The small voice caused Herobrine to jump, jerking him awake from the light sleep he'd drifted in to. He looked down and saw Shelby pawing sleepily at his shirt.
"Yeah, I found this nice little pond and took a swim. When you're better, let me know and I'll take you," he explained, watching with sad, white eyes as she looked at her drastically healed side. Her skin was already almost patched up, with a small cut left and quite a scar.
"Healing potions, she always did love them." The redhead sat up and looked down at him lying next to her and smiled.
"You were talking about a pond?"