Bite Me - Chapter 3
Not so fun conversation topics for two total strangers; Can June put two and two together?
We have officially passed the og comic so this is all uncharted water (though I would love to draw this out eventually!)
Taglist: @smallsday @ratcatcher0325 @not-a-space-alien @bittykimmy13
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Previous Chapter: Chapter 2
Next Chapter: Chapter 4
Word count: 1116
CW: Mentions of blood, Adult language, Dehumanization
Aedes stared up at the looming woman before him, her apology- no- her admission hanging heavy in the air. Her answer hit him like ice; both chilling him to the bone and freezing him in place. She admitted it. He was trapped, the weight of her admission holding him in place... and yet there he stood, cornered, but still free from her grasp.
"Then what?" He growls. The sound of his own voice grates on him; for all the raw anger in his voice, he hates that he can still hear his own desperation slipping through.
" I.. I don't know.” She bit her lip. His skin bristled at the sight of the woman's teeth. He watches as she grows uncomfortable. Good. “It's not like I planned what to do…”
He snorted. She didn't even know what she wanted to do with him? Catching for the sake of what?? Just wanting?? Was he that fucking insignificant? Was this some sort of sick fun? Just a game of cat and mouse? She couldn't even just be bothered to reach out and grab him- instead just prolonging the inevitable. His hands shook, claws digging into the meat of his palms as he clenched his fists. Her nonchalant attitude fed into his growing nausea. He could feel the blood he'd so recently drank rising up in his throat. Her answers terrified him.
"And if you catch me," despite being cornered, he made sure to emphasize the word if, "would you ever let me go?"
Genuine shock seemed to dash across her features at his words. Her expression softened, as did her voice,
"O-Of course!" It was strange. She sounded… almost remorseful. "Look, I'm not…I'm sorry, I'm not trying to hold you hostage- like that’s obviously wrong- it's just… this is weird, okay? You're in my house- my bed!”
It takes all of his willpower and probably some years off of his life to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. If you know it's wrong, why apologize ?? Just stop!? He grits his teeth. If she didn't care enough not to hold him prisoner in this stupid corner then why would she care enough to let him go?
“Of course?” He didn’t believe her, but he played along, counting his blessings that he remained out of her grasp for now, "So… if I let you quell your curiosity," He says, unable to keep the snide tone from his voice, "would I no longer be your hostage? Would you let me go?"
"I admit, that wasn't really the best wording-"
"Would you?" His voice, though fearful, is firm.
To his shock, she seems to shrink back at his tone. She nods.
"I… I'd just like answers…" She states quietly, her voice nearly a whisper. He narrows his eyes. Fuck. What was he supposed to say?? The moment she puts two and two together she’ll- He shook his head, frustrated. He needed a plan. An idea. Anything. His chest tightened as his mind spun. What was he supposed to do? Why did he have to tell her anything in the first place? Did she just expect him to act like a dog and sit and speak on command? The thought grated against his pride. He grit his teeth. She’d already told him to stay.
“And what?” He spits, “I’m just supposed to talk because you tell me "speak" ? Am I a pet or a person to you??" He winces at the bitter venom he tastes in his words. She holds all the cards. He shouldn’t outright try to provoke her, but his mind is spinning in desperation. What was he supposed to say?? She wanted answers he desperately did not want to give. The thought sends a shiver down his spin. Yet, to his surprise, his words didn't seem to anger her. He watched as she looked away- for a moment he was almost tempted to run, but surprise had him glued in place. She looked conflicted- or ashamed? He swallowed dryly, heart pounding in his chest Did she actually… could she actually see him as a person? After a long pause, she spoke.
"A person... I think?" His brief sense of hope seems to decay in his grasp- a sickening feeling of foreboding taking its place.
"You think?” He yells, voice growing louder with each syllable, "How can you not know?? Am I, or am I not a person to you!?” As he spat the question at her as he struggled to hold her gaze, his heart begging for her to see him… To his dismay, instead he saw himself; Reflected by the dim light from the moonlit window he saw his reflection in those too large fern green eyes. The sight disgusted him; A scared and pitiful creature trapped in the stare of being that was just so much… more. As much as he hated it, he refused to look away. However, she did.
"I- " she pauses, her gaze turning back to him- eyes pleading… for what?? Why did she look like she was pleading to him?? "I don't know. I mean, I know you're not a… pet. You're a talking, thinking being."
Oh?
Maybe there was hope… maybe she truly could see him…
"-but,"
Ah. There it was.
"I’m going to be honest… This feels different. I wouldn't contemplate catching a person... or you know, force them into a conversation with me. I-” She bites her lip, struggling to pick her words. “I don't want to lie to you. I promise you, I don’t see you as a pet, but honestly" She swallowed, seeming almost.. nervous? "I don't really see you as a person either."
Of course she didn't. What else did he expect? He wasn't a person to her- but then again, he wasn't a person at all. He wasn’t human- he was a parasite. The word tasted like poison on his tongue. He knew what he was, but if not a person or something to be had, what was he to her? Why was he still cornered?
“Then what am I?” He hears an angry desperation in his voice he hadn't known was there. Had she figured it out? If not a person or a pet, did she know he was a pest? She starts to answer and abruptly stops, reconsidering. After a moment, she continues;
"You tell me. What are you?"
He wanted to lie. To say he was nothing more than a man, just… a small one, but she had caught him in the act. How could he explain away… feeding. He grimaced. Why did it matter what he was? He was a thinking, speaking being- just the same as her!
“My name,” he sneered, “is Aedes.”
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