PHOENIX. [sequel to 067]

12. collateral.

zander's thumb strokes your s/t skin softly as his eyes gaze into yours. it somewhat disgusted you, how affectionate he is with you as if he's in love with you. though, it could be meaningless affection, that's always a possibility. quite honestly, you hope it's that.

you dig your teeth into your tongue to prevent yourself from gagging at that rancid smell in the room. it's as if something is rotting, alongside all of the death. alongside all of the bodies and bones.

inhumane. that's what this room screams. who the hell, in their right mind, has a room full of corpses?

... is this where your blood came from? all of these corpses?

   "if you're going to vomit, keep it off of me, preferably," zander sighs as he pushes you away from him. he hums at the sound of your groaning from the impact you had onto the floor, "i missed that sound."

you were going to tell him to fuck off, but considering your situation, you decided against it. though, you felt horrible. if this was all of the blood you drank, earlier, had came from - you don't know how you'd live with yourself. yes, there had to be a source of the blood, of course, but this ... this is too much. too much for you.

you don't know how someone could be okay with this, morally. hell, even normally. surely, the smell alone would drive anyone mad.

you had a harsh time trying to gather your thoughts all in one place;

  zander looks like dottore, but isn't dottore. this room is full of death, probably where your blood came from (ew.) dottore throws bodies in here, zander looks dead.. "too".. he is dead. or was. like you. zander has some weird grudge against dottore, and thought you'd be perfect for the task, for whatever reason.

that's all you gathered so far, from this whole kidnapping experience. you're being used, for whatever reason, to lure dottore in for zander. though, it could be because of how dottore acted with you - the affection and pet names, and touching. despite, his complete freak out ... probably yesterday, by now, it made sense. he likes you. that's what you drew from this.

now that you think about it, you couldn't grasp at how much time has past. but, if this was all in one day, this would easily take the craziest day cake. brought back to life, met a goddess, had an argument with a man, and got kidnapped. what a weird day.

though, you did take a nap .. so maybe it's been a day, or it's the start of the new day. you could ask zander, but do you really want to talk to him? he looks mad like he has screws loose. like he needs a shrink.

his voice is irritating to listen too, on top of everything else. it's ... oddly sing song-y, and scratchy. though, he did die, so maybe his vocal chords got messed up, or something. you don't know, nor does it concern you. you also couldn't bring yourself to care, you just want to go home.

you don't know where this "home" was, as dottore told you that you basically ran from your family, but wherever it was, you wanted to go there. honestly, you want a home cooked meal. sure, you've been eating blood, but when was the last time you had a genuine meal? and when was the last time you got to sleep in a bed, with a fuzzy blanket? or the last time you held another?