Defeat and Recuperation [Open][NR]

He woke up in the back room of some abandoned house a few blocks away from the Massage Parlor. The first thing he noticed was the pain...pain everywhere. Even in his little toe. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to move, it hurt just to be alive. From the feel of things as he tried to stand, it appeared that his left arm and right leg were busted, possibly broken from the trip through walls. The heads-up display was fuzzy and had blood on it. Some of the armor was ruined, but the Nanoids would rebuild it soon. That old man really did a number on him. He had to get up, get out of here.

It hurt, a lot, but V managed to pull himself out of the hole and the mess he'd created. It took way longer than it normally did, but he flew with much effort across the city back to Darkman Tower. It was all his body would allow him to do, and he crashed again near the front gates. The pain was intense and immediate. While lying there with his eyes squinted he hoped someone in there saw him on the cameras. Alec was going to be disappointed, and who knew how Cala was going to take this. He was probably going to be fired and dumped for being a loser, but if that was the case, so be it. He felt that he'd stood up to that old man and gave him a fight he wouldn't soon forget...

That epic brawl was all over the TV, shown from many angles and in amazing detail. Where the hell did that chick Stacey get that kind of technology?... Alec would have to look into that; he thought about this while rubbing his chin. It would be very easy to use one of his many angelic abilities and find out through those means, but with Humans running around dressed in high-tech suits and gas masks fighting crime with their bare hands and swords, Alec didn't want to seem or be seen as some over-powered cheater. Most things he did nowadays the old fashioned with-your-hands approach. It felt better and was more fun that way; the sense of accomplishment afterwards was what made it all worth it.

But anyway, nothing had been heard of The Vigilante since he and Xan blasted out of that building in opposite directions at the same time. Was the kid alright? There was no way to find him with Telepathy. All he could do was keep an eye on the cameras while constantly smoking to keep the nerves down, and probably from thinking the worse. It didn't help much; had Xan really killed that kid? The man was a trained professional assassin, whereas Vigilante was a 15 year old kid fresh from the suburbs and living with grandparents. The man had gone through years of being tortured and experimented on. Had he lost it? Was he going to have to face off against an old friend?

No, because a camera picked up Vigilante making his way back toward the tower moments later. Alec exhaled the breath he'd been holding in to see him alive, but he looked in bad shape. The kid crashed down by the front gates and didn't move much afterwards. Alec stood up from the desk, opened the window behind him and dove out. He fell head-first over 900 stories. His Spiritual Angelic Wings came to life to slow his fall, letting him land gently on the ground nearby The Vigilante.

"Ouch, man. You alright? I can feel the bones broken from here, looks like Xan did a number on you. Surprised you didn't come back in even worse shape honestly..."

Cala had turned on the television in an attempt to keep her mind off of the fight that had to be going on only to see it on camera. She hadn't been able to look away the entire time: her eyes glued to what was going on on the large TV screen in front of her; nails digging into the couch cushions she'd been seated on.

She had seen it all, including the nasty looking ending to the fight. Unable to stand just sitting there anymore she got up and walked over to the window, just in time to see Alec diving towards the ground.

Did something worse happen? Was V seriously hurt, or worse?

She opened the window and stepped out into the air, only to allow gravity take over. She headed towards the ground as fast as gravity could take her, invoking her flight ability at the last moment just enough to cause her to land lightly on the ground. She took in the sight before her: Alec, with V having crashed landed on the ground. "...." At least he was alive, he had been fighting Xan after all, and she knew that guy could kill if he wanted to.

"God damn....", she muttered, moving closer, pulling down the hood of her long Pikachu hoodie.

Someone was flying down from above with glowing wings and a halo; he saw things through blurred vision. He was dying. This Angel was here to take him to the afterlife. Something else flew down after him, a...Pikachu?? Ok, so he was hallucinating before he died, no surprise, he'd flown through...how many walls with his head?

His vision cleared up a little after blinking like 5 times and he saw that the Angel was Alec, and Pikachu was really Cala. "Sorry," V managed to say. He kept his helmet on, he didn't want Cala to see him all bruised and fucked up. "I'll...clean out my locker and be out as soon as I can, Boss...I--OWWW!!...I...failed to stop the crime boss. I couldn't...hack it in this business after all...then..."

Back to Gran's and the basement. Back to being a bifocal wearing nerdy nobody.

Alec laughed some. Apparently Matt must have been thinking he'd get mad. No, that wasn't the case at all, exactly the opposite in fact. He bent his knees while crouching to gently pick him up off the ground. It would probably hurt some, but because of that Negation Alec couldn't heal him. Alec opened the front gates to Darkman Tower and walked in. Once Cala was in the gates would close and lock again on their own. He walked across the courtyard toward the front doors.

"You think i'm firing you? No, no. It's nothing like that at all. You don't seem to understand. That man you went up against is a fucking killer. People always want to glorify me, but Xan is a psychopath. Most people that went against him didn't last as long as you did; i've only heard of him losing once. But even knowing he was stronger than you, you still stood up to his ass. You might have lost, but i'd say that fight was nothing short of epic. Besides, that last move you pulled off, Xan is going to be feeling that for a long time. So if you're feeling bad, don't. I'm proud of you. I'm sure Cala is impressed too, yeah?"

Alec stepped back inside Darkman Tower and inside of the elevator upstairs, holding the doors open with a foot for Cala. After a ride up hundreds of floors they would arrive on the residential floor. He took Vigilante to his suite and inside, to the bedroom he'd been sleeping in to attempt lying the kid across the mattress as painlessly as possible.

"I'd offer to heal you up, but that Negation thing of yours really seems to go into play when you're hurt like this. And before you ask, Cala didn't tell me, I read her mind and saw for myself. Those Nanoids of yours will fix things up good as new though, right? You lay here and take all the time you need, you deserve it. I'll probably have to go back upstairs and listen to Xan bitch and moan, but it'll be worth it. Heal up, Matt, i'll check on you every so often."

Alec gave a wave before leaving...

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Cala watched as Alec picked V up and then followed him through the gates and across the courtyard. She hoped that Matt was a fast healer, the fact that he had that negation meant no one could heal him, that much she knew, unless he could lower it... which mean he was going to have to heal all on his own; at least he had the Nanoids, right?

V thought he was going to be fired for losing a fight? To Xan? That guy was a beast... She nodded in agreement to Alec's words about Xan being a psychopath, and dangerous, along with her being impressed. "Very impressed, I saw the fight on the TV, that was epic."

She followed Alec inside of Darkman Tower and then into the elevator, and then into Matt's suite. She figured, unless he wanted her to leave, she was going to stick around to ensure that he healed up alright. She leaned on the wall. She had wanted to sit on the bed, but didn't want to risk bumping him in the wrong way and causing him some un-needed pain.

Pain. Pain as he was picked up, was carried. Pain hearing that Xan was a psychotic freak that used to kill quickly, lick blood off of knives, absorb things from other people, and that he'd only lost once. Pain knowing he was supposed to be dead. Pain on the elevator ride, pain as he was put on his bed in his room. Hot, throbbing itching pain. There was nothing he could do but lie there and take it.

Nanoids were hard at work fixing him and the suit. It would probably be days or a week at least before he was fully healed and back in action. Matt made one adjustment to get comfortable, resulting in a loud painful yelp. He attempted to lie as still as possible on his bed. If he had to use the bathroom, the suit had a system for that. If he got hungry, he was sure he could convince Cala to feed him something.

"Super heroes fighting super villains, this is what it really is," he mumbled. "...I wonder what kind of damage I did to Xan. I left him something to remember me by...oww..." Would there be a round 2? He'd have to review that fight over and over. See the mistakes. Learn from them. Create counter-measures. But first, he had to heal...

Cala tensed as she heard his yelp of pain; wishing there was something she could do to sooth him, but she still was worried about getting too close and accidentally causing him more pain than what he was already in. She did, however, move slightly closer as she reached into her pocket. A quick search and she found what she was looking for. "Let's see if they show it... The whole fight was recorded by that News chick. So, maybe she caught what happened to Xan afterwards."

She moved closer, standing near the bed as she held her phone to where they both could see it: she pressed play. The fight began to play out all over again, every single part of it that the cameras caught. She turned the volume up on the phone as well, so that it could be heard as well.

"I saw it when I was trying to distract myself while you were gone... Dunno how that News chick got those cameras but they work wonders."

Matt began to remove sections of the suit, causing it to return to his small housing device that was usually clipped on his pants or shorts. He removed the helmet, chest portion, left leg and right arm, but left his left arm and right leg inside of the armor, "casts" of sorts, while the Nanoids were hard at work fixing the wounds and broken bones. He struggled to reach over and grab a napkin on the nightstand to his right, snatching a handful to wipe the sweat and blood from his nose and face. One of his eyes was black and swollen shut. He felt like a chump and the weak human that he was in front of her all bruised and fucked up, but it was either wipe his face off or suffer further...

That Stacey Newman news lady with the crazy cameras was onto him now, and she saw the whole fight. "Aughh...That crazy lady is after me now," he said, touching his swollen eye. He forced open the lid just to see if he could still see out of that eye, which he could. His Nanoid sunglasses formed around his eyes so that the nasty black eye couldn't be seen right away. "...Pretty slick how she recorded all of that though..."

He heard Stacey say something about a guy with a gas mask, then showed footage of him breaking up a store robbery."Hey, who's that other guy, then? With the eyes and the mask on, he seems good. He a hero or villain? And..." Even injured and broken there were urges. He looked long at that new Pikachu hoodie she had on. "...Are you wearing anything underneath that?"

Cala watched as his armor was removed, all but where he seemed to be injured the most. She also watched as he wiped off the blood and sweat from his face, pausing long enough to realize that despite being a Vampire she had no desire for his blood: probably because of how well she liked him, and how much she cared. It was a funny thing when one instinct, such as wanting to see someone safe, could over-ride another. Which, was mostly why she was hoping that where ever Xan was at the moment he was in as much pain, if not more, than Matt: even if she had once worked for him.

She waited until the video finished and then shut the phone off and slipped it back into her pocket. "I'm not entirely sure... the only connection I can see right now that explains anything is the bits and pieces I'm picking up out of Demitria's brain... apparently her mind's merging with someone named Aisling, and if that's the Spook guy she thinks it is? Then he's a good guy... and her body guard or something in another dimension.. Dunno, all kinda of confusing to me because her mind's all chaotic with it merging. It's hard to tell what's Demi's thoughts and what are Aisling's right now."

She looked to his swollen eye before he turned the Nanoids into sunglasses. Annnd then she was distracted by his question to her. A grin slipped slowly across her face and she chuckled softly; surprised that even in his injured state he could wonder such things. "Uh... nope. Not wearing anything at all underneath of my hoodie.", she said softly, still grinning, though it was far less unhinged, and more mischievous than anything else. She lifted her hand, flicking at the metal zipper, which made a soft clicking nose each time her fingernail hit it.

...Matt looked confused. Demi - he hadn't met her yet, but the computer told him he was a Malkavian, like Cala was, and apparently Malkavians could see into each other's heads - was merging minds with a woman from another dimension, and the guy with the gas mask was her bodyguard in that Dimension. "...Other dimensions, huh? Who exactly is this guy, then?...Does anyone know?"

Cala was naked under there? Nothing on at all? Boioiong. The pain he was going through at the moment didn't much matter anymore as some of it was replaced by tingles with the chance to glimpse naked flesh. He imagined her pulling that zipper down to show him the goods, but was suddenly struck with the thought of Cala taking a bite out of him or something. While he was all bloody, bruised and fucked up like he was, he had to look like a delicious meal in front of her, right? Why wasn't she succumbing to some strange blood lust and going to town on him like a fat kid on a piece of pizza? She was an insane Vampire, right?

Well if she was going to eat him, seeing some tit and stomach first wasn't too much to ask. "Well ma'am, i'm with the FBI (Female Body Inspector) and i've gotten reports of a sexy purple haired female with mismatched colored eyes and an animal hood smuggling contraband, i'm afraid i'll have to perform a strip search, can I ask you to unzip the jacket please," he said, trying his best to sound like that asshole cop that pulled you over for going 2 miles over the speed limit.

"From what I heard...", she tapped her temple, indicating what she meant. ".. the dude who's running around in the gas mask and stuff might be the other dimensions version of Alec Kane."

And then she was too distracted by the next words Matt spoke. Another chuckle escaped her as she flicked the zipper once more, as it again made that soft ding sound. She then pressed the flat tab of the zipper between her pointer and thumb fingers of her right hand, tugging it down very slowly. "Oh, really now?", she said, still grinning. She kept unzipping the hoodie, first a few inches, and then a few more. Then about halfway down, the two halves of the hoodie slowly opening slightly, revealing the line of bare pale flesh between the two halves of the hoodie.

Her mismatched eyes sparkled as she kept going, pulling the zipper down even further, and teasingly slow. She kept going, stopping only after the zipper reached the base, and with one hand she slowly disconnected the two, causing the hoodie to fall open more...

Matt believed in the possibility of life on other planets, alternate dimensions, and in random facts like every person had a double, or other versions of you lived in a dimension parallel to this one. It appeared that Alec's other self was here now, and he was some kind of bodyguard of the other version of Demi, "Aisling," who was now combining minds with her, however that was possible. Maybe he'd run into the guy out there somewhere?

For now it was time to heal, and watch the tease being performed in front of him with the crazy naughty grin on her face. Watch her pull that zipper down as slowly has he'd just imagined. Halfway for the hoodie to open somewhat and reveal cleavage, and a little more. He watched it travel all the way down to the bottom, following her fingers and every inch of skin revealed to his still good eye. He had to reach down with a couple of grunts and quickly adjust the shorts he wore so that they didn't rise into an obvious tent formation.

"Ah! Funbags. Those are illegal without a license, you're a regular career criminal, aren't you. What else are you smuggling in there," he asked, the good eye traveling up and down her chest, her bare midriff. He was probably too banged up to do anything too engaging with her at the moment but he'd enjoy the show he was seeing...

"Are they illegal?", she asked, grinning more. "Well, I suppose I am a criminal then, eh?" She pulled upon the two halves of her hoodie slowly, revealing more of her breast and midriff. She moved slow, stopping only after she had pulled the two halves completely open, fully revealing her chest to him. "So, Mister handsome FBI officer... what could I do for you to make those crimes go away, hmm?", she asked seductively, running the fingertips of her right hand slowly down the center of her chest, and down to her stomach.

She was more than willing to go through with more of the little strip tease she was giving him, but he'd have to ask, first. She was enjoying this little game, a lot, as the grin still upon he face said. She bit her lip, gently, staring at him as she waited for him to say something else. If this would keep his mind off of the pain he was in, then she was definitely willing to keep this little game going for as long as he wanted.

Breasts. He wasn't looking at them through a computer screen now, now they were right here in front of his face. If he wasn't all broken and beat up he would be trying to have himself a feel. He started to get so hard in his shorts it was hurting along with the rest of him. That one eye studied everything in close detail. This was a private film that he would save and view all to himself. Stretch was going to be so jealous; he'd never show this to him.

He watched her bite her bottom lip, watched those fingertips move down to that flat stomach that he wanted to touch, to lick. "Well ma'am," he said, adjusting his Nanoid shades. "I'm sure we'll do our breast--best," eyes had trouble leaving the nipples of the exposed breasts, moving with those fingertips down onto her seductive midriff. "...our best to find the right buttons to push.."

A nice rack, a skinny figure, stomach and belly button, those were awesome. It was hard to believe she was over 400 years old. besides being a little pale she was just the same as a girl his age. But how far was she willing to take this? He could feel his heart thump hard in his chest from the excitement. "You wouldn't be hiding anything else, would you ma'am. I think we're gonna need to have a look in the trunk..."

So, he wanted this little game to continue? She was more than willing to do so, wondering how far they were going to take this little game; especially with him all banged up from his fight with Xan. She slowly let her lip slip out from between her teeth as her naughty grin grew further. She slowly ran her hands down her sides, stopping at the edge of the waistband of her shorts. She ran her fingertips along the edge, slowly slipping her fingertips of both hands down in between the waistband and her flesh as she reached her hips.

"I just might be hiding something else you need to see, handsome..."

She slowly began to slip down her black shorts, prolonging the reveal. The waistband of the yellow panties she wore peeking out from over top of the shorts. She gave her hips a little wiggle as she pushed her shorts down further and further...

Better than anything he could find on the internet. Taking that loss on live TV, that didn't matter anymore. Being all beat up and bleeding and broken, neither did that. He was ready take a hundred beatings if it meant every time he could watch her do what she was doing.

His arm and leg began to sting while the Nanoids began to re-align the bones to heal correctly. Matt tried lying as still as possible so that it didn't hurt much, but his heart beat which was elevated from a sexy hot girl stripping in front of him was sending blood rapidly throughout his body, so with every beat there was a terrible throb in both limbs. It made him frown a little but what she was doing kept his attention for the most part.

She was about to show off the main attraction, elevating his heartbeat further. He watched every inch those shorts descended below the belly, taking note of the yellow panty waistbands, and the V shape that lead down to the love below. He licked his own lips looking that body up and down, silently cursing himself for losing to that old bag of bones. Still he watched while still expecting her to take a chomp out of the helpless bleeding human who had to look about as good as a piece of chicken to a homeless man by now.

She watched his reactions as she kept sliding her black shorts down her legs, completely revealing the yellow panties beneath the shorts. She then released the waistband of her shorts, allowing them to slide the rest of the way down her legs on their own, until they hit the floor. She then slowly stepped out of them and walked slowly closer to Matt, her hips swaying as she walked. She took note of his injured arm, and walked up to the arm that wasn't injured; in the chance he wanted to have himself a little feel.

She ran her fingers along the waistband of her yellow panties, sliding the fingertips of her pointer fingers between her flesh and the thin fabric, but didn't remove them, yet. She kept her mismatched gaze on Matt.

"So, what's going to happen once I finish taking all my clothing off, handsome?", she asked softly. As she waited for a response she found herself wondering how fast he would heal. The strip tease was going to be over soon, and she was curious as to where this game was going to go form there; and if he was up for anymore when she was done removing all of her clothing for him. She looked him up and down, her bottom lip slipping between her lips again as she gently bit it; as if she were imagining him without his clothes and suite on.

"Well, standard procedure suggests that I perform a full body cavity search," Matt said, still with the asshole cop tone. He watches as those black shorts drop to the floor and her step out of them, switching her hips in a manner that made his own shorts vibrate. His right hand raises to run along her side to her hip and thigh; to move up and down the flat smoothness of her stomach.

He started testing his arm and leg. Squinting his eye he attempted to bend his right leg at the knee. He tried bending his left arm. It still hurt, a lot, but he could feel that the Nanoids had at the very least re-lined the bones in place. The left hand closes into a fist and opens again multiple times. His arm and leg no longer felt broken, he could feel this as he flexed the joints, but it hurt like hell. Yelping, he relaxed his arm and leg again.

The swelling in his eye was becoming less with every moment that passed. It was no longer swelled shut, and the vision in it was beginning to clear. Scratches and wounds that were on his face, neck and arms had already began to face away and vanish.

Her fingers snake their way underneath the waistband that kept them firmly secured to the delicious flesh, threatening to pull them down and reveal the main event. Matt wanted to take something off too, even if he figured he was just a scrawny runt, but he could barely move without causing himself serious physical harm at the moment...

A full body cavity search? Sounded like just what she needed. She watched him raise his right hand, feeling his touch as he ran it along her side to her hip and thigh, and her stomach. She bit her lip again, leaving a soft indent of her teeth into her bottom lip as she did so. She gave another little wiggle of her hips as her own desires began to rise higher at his touch: she wanted more, but first... she had to finish her little show for him.

She hooked her fingers around the tiny waistband of her yellow panties and began to slowly slide them down her thighs, even slower than she had the shorts. Slowly, inch by inch she scooted them down further, beginning to reveal her butt, as well as the beginning of the bare v between her legs. Right when she got to the point to where she would have fully revealed herself to him she pouted playfully.

"Would you look at that.. it seems they're stuck.. why don't you help me get them the rest of the way off, hmm?" She kept one hand on the other side of her waist band, waiting to see if he'd help her remove her panties the rest of the way, and finish revealing herself to him.

"Dude! You're alive. I can't believe I missed that whole fight, but Stacey Newman recorded everything I see and---HELLOOOOO NURSE!"

Matt covered his face. Stretch had seen stomach and panty before his hand covered the camera.

"Stretch this is not the time---"

"LIKE HELL it isn't! I've seen most of it already, you might as well show me the rest!"

He wasn't about to argue and go back and fourth with Stretch at at time like this. The Nanoid glasses disperse and return to his bloodstream. His eye that was swollen and red a moment ago was no longer swollen, just red, and that was clearing up.

"Awwwh. What a rip off man."

Matt watched those panties begin to drop. He could be visibly seen standing at attention in his shorts, creating that tent he tried to avoid earlier, but at that point he didn't really care. This had to be the best part, watching and waiting for the clothing to come off to fully reveal the love below. Matt had it figured to be shaved.

"You weren't there to see all the pain I had to go through, how is it fair that you get to see the reward?" Matt asked Stretch, wiping his black eye that wasn't so black anymore, blinking it several times, before reaching over and taking hold to the other end of the yellow waistband, helping Cala pull them the rest of the way off.

Cala picked up on his conversation with Stretch and the fact that Matt had covered his face. An eyebrow rose, but she didn't stop in what she was doing: it was obvious that whoever Matt was speaking to wasn't about to be allowed to watch: and as soon as Matt's Nanoid glasses dispersed she noticed how well and fast he seemed to be healing up - perhaps this could be taken even further then, if he was healing up that quickly.

With Matt's help her panties slowly slid down her thighs, and then dropped to the floor, leaving herself naked before him. She stepped out of the yellow panties, moving even closer with another sway of her hips. She took the time to look him over again, noticing the obvious tent in his pants, while imagining what he'd look like without all of those clothes on.

"So... about those crimes I committed and that cavity search you spoke of....", she said slyly, grinning naughtily at him. She was more than willing to go further at this point; and more than curious as to what he looked like without all of those clothes on.

By now? Matt was fighting through the pain. His arm was just about healed up, just like his leg. Neither of them were painful to move anymore. It still stung like all hell, but he could deal with that. Matt was even brave enough to take the rest of his armor off to move his once broken libs properly. He tried to sit up though, and more pains hit, along with a daze that blurred his vision again. He felt like he was going back to being unconscious.... no. No, going too fast. Don't get too excited. He lay back and closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the feeling to pass. Damn that old man. If I wasn't so screwed up, I could probably score with Cala...

Matt rubbed his ribs. Cala was totally naked, showing off all of her private parts. But with the feeling that just came over his head and chest, The feeling of many thousands of needles poking his neck back sides and chest all at the same time, he didn't think he'd be able to perform as he was. "Ugghh...Ouch. I'm...i'm useless right now, Cala. I let that old bastard land too many hits on me...I think I got you all hot and bothered for nothing. I'm sorry..."

He never took his eyes off of her though. By that point his black eye didn't look like he'd been hit there anymore. The redness in the white of the eye was nearly gone. He did take the opportunity to cop himself a feel though. The right hand rubs across her stomach again and down to the V on her abdomen, before the tips graze across lower lips.

"Duuuude, you suck! Turn the camera back on," Stretch said.

"Stretch shut up!"

"I'm the one who helped you find her when she got kidnapped!"

"She coulda got outta that at any time, she did that on purpose."

"You suck, Matt! Suck!"

She noticed that something looked wrong when he tried to sit up, and her concern washed away her underlying lust. She was far more concerned over his well being than sex. However, her grin remained right in place, especially as she felt him cop a feel. "Don't worry about it, my handsome hero, we'll just wait till you're better then... And with the way you seem to be healing I don't think that'll be a very long wait at all..."

She reached down, slipping on her panties, and then her shorts again, slowly, though faster than she had taken them off. With her lower half covered again she joined the two halves of the bottom of her hoodies zipper and then tugged the zipper up slowly. She bent down and placed a gently kiss on Matt's lips before pulling back long enough to ask, "So, is there anything else you need? Something to drink, or eat? I was told I was a good cook... lots of practice after all." As she waited she grinned, listening to Matt continue to converse with whoever it was he was talking to. She also thought about what she'd make him if he was hungry; she knew the robots could bring anything and everything someone would need, but nothing beat a home-cooked meal made by human.. or well, mostly human.. hands.

Game over. The clothes were back on, A tender smooch between lips was exchanged, and everything was all G-rated again. With his heart rate returning to normal and his shorts slowly beginning to shrink, he felt disappointed that his chance to have his V card taken by someone who had to be obviously very experienced in what she did - she'd been alive over 400 years, right? - was ruined by some cranky old crime boss who had the freakish ability to get stronger and faster at will.

"No...The robots that roll around here usually bring me what I want, no need to go out of your way or anything...There's not a lot of foods I like eating anyways," he said, exercising his leg and arm that was shattered several moments ago, now fully healed. As he breathed, the crap feeling in his chest from those body blows became less and less. His eye now looked as if it hadn't been touched. Matt still wasn't going to over-do it; he remained lying there in his bed, even with the fact that he'd just healed from injuries that would take an ordinary person long months to recover from.

He situated his black shorts and the still rock hardness within them, wiping dried up blood from underneath his nose. "So I thought you Vampires like, lost your minds at the sight of blood, or somebody all bloody and beat up like I was. Or is that why you got all horny and ready to rape me? It couldn't have all been that lame cop routine I was running...."