What Is Love?

Chapter Thirty

                  

Danny Dare

"The hell you aren't!" I exploded, instantly having to fight back tears of anger at this man's presumptions, and tears of hurt over topics Smexy had brought up fresh in my mind. There was no way - absolutely no fucking way. "What makes you think I wanna get back with him?" I nearly yelled. "He never actually cared for me, or did you miss the fact that he was just messing with my head and my sanity because he's the fucking Slender man and that's what he does," I seethed.

"Woah, woah, woah – clam down you little hellion," Smexy raised his hands, palm out.

"No, I am sick and tired of all this paranormal bullshit!" I exclaimed, my voice raising several octaves in fury.  "I don't give a damn anymore, Sexual Offender man," I sneered, realizing as I was yelling this that it was true.  I was done.  I really just didn't care anymore.  "I've been hanging around with Slen for months and am still alive, I had lunch with the Enderman and didn't end up dead in a forest – so if I kick you off my property, I really don't care whether you do anything or not!  I should have been dead a long time ago, apparently.  Habit almost got the job done, so if you are going to finish his work, by all means.  Just make it quick and be on your merry little way."

Smexy looked at me like I was a child throwing a tantrum and rolled his eyes.  "Stop being so dramatic.  You're not kicking me off your property – frankly you don't have enough working limbs to do so – and I'm not going to kill you."  I opened my mouth to protest, and he clamped his hand over it before a single sound could squeak out.  "In fact, Danny dear, I think we should go inside and sit down and have this conversation like adults," he purred, and I nodded – still angry, but starting to sober a little bit.  He dropped his hand and smiled at me.  "Shall I help you up, sugar tits?" he asked, once again cheerful.

"Don't call me that," I grumbled as I clumsily hauled myself up, refusing the proffered hand.

We made our way inside, and as I sat down Smexy began pouring us each a glass from a bottle of wine.  I didn't recognize the bottle, but honestly didn't have the energy right now to wonder where he had gotten it from.  As he set a glass before me, I raised my eyebrow at him.  "Don't you only attack people if they take things you offer them?"

He shook his head with a smirk.  "Only roses."

"Roses, huh?" I asked taking a small sip.  The wine was quite good, and tasted much more expensive than anything I'd ever had on my own before.

"Mhm," he purred, taking a sip from his own glass.

"Now where do you keep those at?" I was honestly a bit curious.  This wine must be stronger than it tasted.  I'd only taken a few sips and already felt myself relaxing immensely.

A mischievous – almost malicious – grin spread across his face.  "You really want to know?'

"Sure, why the hell not," I shrugged, ignoring the small remaining ache in my arm at the action.

"I grow them."

I snorted.  "Should I be impressed?  I have a rose bush in my yard too..." I trailed off and gawked at the swirling leave-covered tendrils and thick rose vines that crept over Smexy's back.  One vine in particular delicately grasped his wine glass and lifted it to his lips, offering the supernatural being a sip before setting it back on the table and retreating.

"Yes, I do think you should be impressed," the Sexual Offender man smirked.

"Apparently," I muttered.

"But, we digress from what we're here to talk about, my little ginger muffin," he sighed, retracting his appendages back into his body.  I nodded numbly, absently wondering how he did that without shredding his clothes to bits.  "So let me tell you a little something about Slender," he started, twirling his finger over the rim of his glass, gazing into its contents.  "First off, allow me to inform you that you're not the first human he's had a romantic relationship with – and I stress the word romantic.  Even ol' Slendy can fall for you little morsels, apparently."