Bitten

Ch. 3

Eventually, Dib woke up on his own accord, and found himself lying in a huge bed with IV’s attached to his arms. He moaned in pain: all of his muscles felt sore, his jaw hurt, and his skin felt itchy and rubbery at the same time. He took a moment to stretch and found out the hard way that his muscles were just as sore as he’d suspected. Gritting his teeth, he groaned and turned his head to the side and saw a sleeping Irken beside him. Curious, Dib craned his head to the bedside table by Zim and saw that it was late in the afternoon already. 

‘Woah,’ Dib thought, ‘I can’t believe he worked on me for so long! He must be exhausted. I can’t believe he’s doing all of this for me. I-I guess I really missed him when I was away, too . . . ’ A small smile crept onto the sorta-vampire’s face, and he let it linger there as he examined his body. His flesh was now a creamy, healthy flesh color, instead of the sickly pale white it had been before. He sighed in relief- at least Zim had gotten one thing right. But to really see what had been changed, he needed a mirror. He sat up and began to look around for a bathroom door when a scent caught his nose. A wonderful scent. A wonderful, appetizing, sugary, delicious . . .

Dib stopped that train of thought as soon as he started to drool. He knew he was smelling Zim; clearly, his blood lust was not yet gone. ‘I’ve gotta get out of his bed!’ Dib thought wildly. ‘I need to calm down!’ So, with a heave and a grunt later, he pushed himself off of the bed and quickly padded over to the master bathroom. 

The hunger faded when he entered the bathroom, and he leaned his head against the cool metal wall for a moment before turning to the mirror above the sink. Dib sighed in relief when he saw that the scars on his neck were now gone (since his skin had been re-grown), but he frowned a little when he saw that his fangs were still the same size as before. “I’ll ask Zim about them once he wakes up,” he decided aloud. He then tried to wash his face, only to find that no water came out of the sink. 

“Oh yeah, water hurts him. Crap! How am I supposed to get clean then?!” Dib griped.

“Dib-thing, is that you?” a sleepy Irken voice enquired from outside of the door.

Almost immediately, the sweet scent began to fill Dib’s nose and it took a lot of will power for him to say: “Uhhh, yeah, sorry to wake you. Do you . . . . Do you need the bathroom?” 

“No, Zim is fine, but I want to check on you.”

Dib’s cheeks warmed and his throat burned as the smell grew stronger- the alien was almost pressing himself to the door. “I’m ok Zim, really, just a bit sore.” As a reminder of this, his body twinged. “Ow! Eheh. Look, I’m fine, and you sound beat anyways. Just g-go back to bed.”

“I INSIST UPON SEEING MY PATIENT AT ONCE!!” Zim screeched, pounding on the door.

“But Zim, I-” Dib started, then was cutoff as two PAK legs speared through the sides of the door. “YAAAAAAHHH, WHAT THE HELL ZIM??!!” Dib screamed as the door was yanked off of its hinges and thrown aside. The Irken smirked and looked pleased to have reached his patient, despite said patient’s protests. However, he had unleashed a very real threat, because Dib was staring at him like he was a treat.

Zim’s smirk faded. “D. . .Dib-fangs?” he asked in a tight voice. “Are you alright?”

Dib’s vision honed in on Zim’s neck, and he almost went crazy when he saw the alien swallow nervously. “Z-Zim . . . You should go. Just g-give me a minute,” the teen rasped, fighting for control. His throat burned so bad!

“No, I need to check on you.” Zim said authoritively, striding closer.

“Stop!” Dib cried, throwing his hand out in front of him. “Look, you smell realy great right now and I don’t know if I can control this. Please, just go!”

“Oh. . . Okay, Dib,” Zim said cautiously as he took a step back toward the bedroom door, “I’m leaving.”

But his scent was simply stronger as he moved around, and as the intoxicating scent reached Dib, he licked his lips and lost all control. “Not fast enough,” he whispered, and pounced on Zim.