Page 23 of Monsters of Desire and Nightmares of Passion

“Sadly, it’s not what you think. Even though I’d like that so much more.”

“What do you want from me. I thought you liked me?”

“I do. I do so fucking much. But there are things more important than who you want to fuck. We’re on different sides and belong to different armies in this war.”

“Okay, this makes no sense. Joshua, I’m a nurse and you’re a doctor. We’re on the same side.”

He laughs again. “How ignorant you are. I know about them. You can be honest with me.”

“You know about who? I can be honest about what? The fact I enjoy soft porn stories?”

Dr. Martin’s laugh is louder and more deranged. This time, he leans his head closer to my face, so close I feel his breath against my skin. Saliva drips on me, leaving me sticky and sending a shiver of disgust through my body.

“I know about the shadows, my doll. I know who you are and how important your blood is. I was hoping it wasn’t you, but I must do what I must do.”

“Okay, you should probably walk with me to the ER.” I try to remain calm and talk to him the way I would to a patient experiencing a psychotic episode. Once in nurse mode, I’m able to deal with any type of patient and nothing scares me. “We can have a cup of tea and sit down and talk. Wouldn’t that be nice? Whatever it is you’re feeling, I promise it’ll pass. I’m your friend. Nothing has happened yet. I can help you.”

“Don’t talk to me the way you would to someone who’s crazy.” he yells. Damn, he must have been sure was no was one around. Or maybe he is nuts. What’s all that talk about shadows?

“You’re not crazy. Maybe you’re just…” I fish for the right word to distract his attention and calm him down. “Overworked.”

“Fuck you, Ivy. You’re so important, yet you don’t appreciate what nature and the gods have given you, stupid girl. I’ve made sacrifices to allow the spirit of eternal light to enter me.”

Dr. Martin’s next moves are so superhuman fast I have a difficult time tracking it. All I can do is watch him. He grabs a letter opener from the table that I had missed and, with a crazed look in his glassy eyes, slices the inside of his palm and shows it to me. The cut is deep, running from his middle finger down to the wrist, and shows sinew and red tissue alike. The flesh parts, bleeds for a few seconds, and closes right back like a damn zipper.

As Dr. Martin watches the wound knit itself together, I see my opportunity and shove against him, leaning forward and using my left shoulder to push against his belly. He’s a tall guy but on the thin side, so I push him away while he’s distracted. Once free, I run toward the closed door. He jumps on my back like a damn insect, forcing me to the floor. Pain radiates from my jaw as it slams into the carpet covering the cement floor. The pain moves through my body and makes my skull feel like a huge church bell ringing hard. His body leans on top of mine and his cock presses against my ass. He wraps one of his arms around my neck. My breathing becomes increasingly difficult. Pain wracks my head and ribs.

“One wrong move and I’ll snap your neck, is that clear?”

My back hurts and my entire body screams. I prepare myself for what will happen next.

“Joshua?” I say his name as sweet and softly as I can considering the side of my face is squished against the rough carpet.

“Yes, Ivy?”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“I would have loved for things to be different. Sadly, I must kill you. The Church of Light demands it. Sorry.” His voice isn’t the same one I had grown used to. It sounds hard and somehow artificial, as if another creature spoke for him.

“Wait, wait.”

“What else do you want to know?” Annoyance grows in his flat tone.

“Joshua,” I say in my sweetest voice. Fuck, I don’t want to die. My heart beats like crazy. There must be something, anything I can do to escape. If fucking this psycho means getting a chance to run, I’m willing to do that. I push my ass against his cock. This position of power has made him hard. I’ll use that to escape.

“Do I get a last wish?” My sweet voice is cut by shivers. I try my best not to cry. Pushing my fear aside as much as possible. Fear’s not going to help me. I need mind as clear and sharp as possible.

“What?”

“I’m a virgin. I don’t want to die before feeling a real man inside me.”

“You’re playing with me, bitch.” Dr. Martin grunts into my ear. Yet I hear in his voice he wants to believe me.

“No, Joshua, I’m not. I’ve never been with anyone before. I’ve always wanted you to be my first, but I’ve been too shy to tell you. I’ve had a thing for you since the first day I saw you. At least let me die happy. You’re a strong man. What can I do against your will?”

Okay, maybe I’m laying it on too thick, but I’m out of ideas.

“Well….” He hesitates and shifts his body into a more comfortable position. “You deserve to know how a real man feels inside you, Ivy. I’ll grant you this wish. Please know that if I could, I’d spare you and kill a few others. It’s just… it’s your blood. I’m sorry.”

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