Bite Me

Something's Wrong

Melody woke up in water.

She let out a groan of confusion. The water felt... dirty. Something like that. Add to boot the fact that the side of her head felt like there was a bandage over it. Which was weird, considering last she remembered-

Clayton.

She had just been with him! Then someone...there had been a fight...She nearly sat up with the memory. She needed to- Scarred fingers pressed against her shoulder. "Easy there." a familiar voice sighed.

She opened her eyes, hope rising in her chest, at the familiar voice. "Summer?" she managed out, her throat aching. And there she was. Just like Melody's husband, miraculously risen from the dead. The smile that wanted to form faded when she saw her sister's state. Dirty clothes, hair looking like she had taken a knife to it, a black eye forming. The worst part was the long scar slashing across her face, bisecting it in two.

She tried to reach up, her fingers brushing against the scar. She had seen scars big and small when she had rescued Clayton from the basement. But not like this. "What happened?"

Summer gently pushed her hand down, her eyes looking strangely guilty.

"Don't worry about it. Let's worry about you."

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Melody woke up slowly.

What had happened? Underneath her, she could feel something soft. Her jacket and scarf were off. Before she could open her eyes, voices entered her ears. She clamped her ears shut and continued to breathe steadily.

There was the sound of a grunt and what sounded like a phone being hooked back onto a receiver. "What did she say?" A female voice, up to her...side. Her voice had a strange echo to it that made Melody's head ache.

"Probably something annoying." A high, screechy voice said from the floor. It was low down as if someone was laying on their stomach. "Look at his face."

"Ah, shut your trap." That one was familiar. Something on her neck stung, right over the area he had bitten her, although it felt like it had been bandaged. The floor gave wooden creaks as the man walked over, his heavy footsteps loud. "She wants us to bring her over during the meeting." Oh, was she her? The idea of a meeting with whatever monsters lurked here made her want to scream.

She kept her mouth shut.

"That doesn't sound good." the first voice said. Then what felt like leather pushed up Melody's shirt. "We-" There was a pause. "Where?"

"Where what?"

"Where did you stab her?"

Ah, the place where he had punctured her liver must've closed up. Melody pushed aside the nagging feeling that wounds weren't supposed to close that fast as footsteps approached and Ivy giggled in the back of her mind. There was a quiet "What the hell?" Then a gloved hand was pressing against her side and she had to resist the urge to make a noise.

There was a long moment of silence.

Then there was a chuckle. "Well, I'll be damned, Melody. You really are everything I hoped."

...what the fuck. That was so creepy on so many levels.

That gloved hand grabbed her shirt and lowered it down and she resisted the urge to make a noise. No, now was not the time to get sentimental. It was the first time in years anyone had touched her like that, yes, but she was in enemy territory.

"So," the female voice said, snapping the silence. Softer footsteps rolled through the room as if whoever was walking out of the room. "Are you sure you want to go through the plan?"

"You've seen what she can do," Magnet Bastard said. There was the sound of a lighter and then the smell of cigar smoke hit her noise. Was he smoking now? "She'll be fine."

"And if she's not, we lose both her and you." The voice was sharp and came from farther away, probably in the next room. "I don't like to take risks like that." Melody dared to creak an eye open.

It looked like she was in the sitting room of some kind of hunting lodge. There was an obscene amount of stuffed and mounted animals everywhere, some of their eyes glittering a bit oddly. The man was looking away from her, smoking a cigar, and there was nobody in the room. Next to her was a tea set with biscuits and jam and butter, the last having a knife sticking out of it. Not great.

Melody had worked with worse.

In a moment she had sprung up and grabbed the knife.

The man let out a shout as she tackled him, the surprise allowing them to slam into the floor. And then she slammed the butter knife into his side with a meaty squelch. The instant it sank in, he let out a screech, and burning pain laced its way into her side. Melody let out her own screech, hand pressing against her side as she fell back, and under her fingers, she could feel the blood start to drip.

What- what had happened?! He hadn't touched her or anything what-

"You little shit!" Ah, right, she was still in danger. The man yanked out the knife and growled at it. "Did you fucking stab me with a butter knife?!"

The urge to ask where Cecily was eating at her. But right now Melody needed to get out. "Payback," she shot back as she scrambled to her feet. There was an open window! She lunged towards it.

Arms wrapped around her and Melody screeched, launching her elbow back into the man's face.

Then suddenly something was there and something blew into her face. She sneezed, the smell of some kind of flower entering her nose, and then there was a quiet, feminine "Sleep."

Against her will, Melody's eyes grew heavy.

When she sank to the floor, once again, she was dead to the world.

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"Do you hear me, you bitch?! There's no way you're getting out of here!"