What Is Love?

Chapter Thirty-One

Danny Dare

We both stood up from the table, and I wobbled a bit for a moment. Apparently the wine was strong. Smexy grabbed my arm to steady me and grinned. "Can't hold your liquor, sweetheart?"

I rolled my eyes and grabbed for my crutches. "It also couldn't possibly have anything to do with the cast on my leg," I said sarcastically.

The rapist chuckled and shook his head. "Whatever you say, butter butt."

"Your nick names are quite awful sometimes, you know that?" I grimaced.

"Hey, you're talking to a guy who calls himself 'Smexy.'"

Again, I rolled my eyes.

As I went to grab my keys, the pale entity reached out an arm to stop me. "What are you doing?" he asked, seeming amused.

"Uh, I'm getting my keys?" I said incredulously. "You came walking up on your own, so one of us has to drive." It seemed pretty obvious to me.

Smexy was the one who rolled his eyes this time. "First of all, I don't think you should be driving with your foot in a cast." I opened my mouth to protest that I could manage just fine, but he didn't give me the chance. "Second, you just had enough Port Wine to make you wobble even if you weren't in a cast, and third, why would we drive when I can teleport sweetheart?"

"You can teleport too?" I asked, eyes wide.

"Most of us can," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Just like we can all change our appearances to look human, and sprout appendages. It's just a part of our species."

I nodded, letting it sink in and remembering back to when Slen had teleported me to the hospital. It hadn't exactly been a pleasant experience, but then again at the time I was in a fair amount of pain, barely conscious, and quite terrified. Making a face, I sighed. "I suppose teleporting is best..." I conceded.

A grin split his pale face. "Excellent! We can't take your crutches though – they're too bulky."

"Then how do you expect me to walk!?" I asked, exasperated.

Smexy wiggled his eyebrows at me mischievously. "Luckily for you, Ender and I aren't Slender's only family in town."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded.

"You'll see!" he said with almost a childish amount of glee, and swept me up in his arms, letting my crutches clatter to the floor. In an instant there was crushing blackness all around us, sucking all the breath out of me and leaving me unable to even cry out in surprise. Not more than a second later, however, daylight returned and my lungs hungrily gasped for air.

"Thanks for the warning," I coughed, glaring up at Smexy. My sarcasm slid right off him, however, like water on an umbrella. He grinned at me unperturbed and set me on my feet, letting me lean on him to support my injured foot in lieu of my crutches. It was only then that I got a chance to look around me. The small chilly room was instantly recognizable as a hotel room, and I became immediately wary as the realization hit me that it was a rapist who had brought me here.

Smexy, apparently following my train of thought chuckled. "Don't worry Ginger Cake, I didn't bring you hear to ravage you – Slender would kill me if I did, trust me." With a wink, he added, "Not that I wouldn't mind stealing the innocence of one so lovely." I could feel myself go pale at that, and he laughed. Shaking his head and still smiling, he yelled towards the adjacent door, "Hey guys, guess who's here?"

The door swung open to reveal a sitting room of sorts, and a very tall, very pale man in a creamy-brown sweater stood in the doorway. He still managed to look somewhat annoyed, despite the fact he didn't have a face.