Tainted Blood by Martin Sharlow Page B

state.
     
    “Heather, what's going on?” He asked, needing to cut straight to the problem. If she could give him some kind of information about where she was, then maybe he would be able to find her.
     
    “What do you mean?” She asked as she tried to wipe her tears away.
     
    “Where are you, what is this place?”
     
    She looked around at her soundings; it was then that he finally took notice of what she was wearing. A dirty white tee shirt that barely covered her chest and a pair of green bikini briefs with a small amount of lace at its edges. Not her normal clothes or sleep wear.
     
    “I'm not sure, Brian.” She said again. He could see that her eyes were watering up, but he could also see that she was trying her best to not let them come.
     
    Brian didn't have time for this. He didn't know if he would be able to come back or even find her again. He needed clues and that required answers. He took hold of her arms, just above her elbows.
     
    “Heather, think. I need to know everything that’s happened to you and what you've seen.”
     
    She looked up at his eyes and nodded dumbly.
     
    “Alright,” she said “I'll try.”
     
    “How did you get here, Heather, think .”
     
    “Well,” she began, “I was asleep in my place. I woke up to someone dragging me off my bed, and before I could do more than inhale to scream, they stuck a rag of some sort into my face. It smelled medicinally, like a dentist's place for some reason.”
     
    So they snagged her right out of her bed, that explained the weird ending to the dream they were both in. “Then what happened?”
     
    “I woke up in this room, except it had walls, and a big metal door that they open a slit in and shove plates of food through.” She said. Brian could see that she was starting to lose it as she now looked around the room again. He decided to shake her to get her to focus on him. It worked a bit too well as he could see sparks of anger flaring up behind her eyes when he did it. He supposed he had done it too hard in his need to get her attention, but he needed to know more.
     
    “Did you see anyone? Did they talk to you? Heather, concentrate or I'm not going to be able to help you.”
     
    She looked at him strangely, almost as if she were looking at him for the first time. “This is a dream again, isn’t it?” She jerked her arms away from him, and spun around and yelled at the walls. “Why am I trapped even in my dreams in here?” There was almost something feral in the way she shouted.
     
    “Yes Heather, but I'm here, and I need to know everything if I'm going to find you.” He pleaded with her.
     
    She paused in her anger to look at him. Her profile was maddening. The perfect shape of her legs as her thighs came up to meet her round hips, and curved up to a perfectly shaped back. Brian thought he caught the glimpse of fangs in her mouth. He knew that couldn't be right, the weird light or maybe just the dream state was playing tricks on his mind. He had to admit however, he never thought she looked more attractive than she did now, dressed the way she was.
     
    “What are you staring at?” Her voice broke him out of her spell.
     
    “Nothing,” he said, a little too quickly. He realized he felt like he was blushing and exposed. It was then that he noticed his clothing had changed, and he now stood there in only his blue briefs which grew progressively more uncomfortable.
     
    Great, he thought, Just what I don't need to have happen now. I need her lucid and thinking, not locked into some dream fantasy.
     
    “What's that you've got there for me, Sailor?” Heather turned and smiled at him as she looked him over. Brian could see that his arms changed, and were now covered in tattoos of anchors and ships. He felt something like a small hat now on his head, which he quickly grabbed and pulled off.
     
    Just as he thought, it was a sailor's hat, all white and meaningless. Heather's dreams were taking over, and the tug in his