“Ms Hardy we’re just going to run a couple of tests check your vitals and levels.” The nurse spoke out as I heard the commotion around me, unable to see due to me forced to lie down on the uncomfortable hospital bed. “Pupils dilated.” She shouted out as she shone the bright light in my eyes causing me to close my eyes and flinch.
“Ahh son of a bitch.” I hissed out as I felt the needle go into my arm as I clenched my teeth. “This really isn’t necessary I’m fine.” I breathed out going dizzy the more blood they drew out of me.
“Ms Hardy,” the nurses started on.
“Stop calling me Ms Hardy my name is Lydia!” I snapped as I glared over at the guy taking blood from my arm.
“Lydia, you have been shot. We need to run these tests to determine the best course of treatment.” The nurses carried on as she was taking notes.
“Get me a bandage and an ice pack and I’ll be fine. I was wearing a bulletproof vest!” I snapped again.
“Administer the sedative.” She nodded over to the guy taking blood.
“Don’t you dare.” I shouted snatching my arm away from him, blood spilling on the bedding.
“Lydia this is what is best for you.” She tried to reason with me, coxing my arm away from my body as I carried on glaring at them. I was that focused on them that I didn’t notice the guy behind me who injected me with ease in the side of my neck, the effects taking hold almost immediately.

I bolted up right taking a deep breath as I looked round at the unfamiliar surroundings. This isn’t where I was forced to sleep.
“Lydia you’re awake.” An older lady approached me, seemingly cautiously. “Fetch some water.” She turned to somebody just out of my view as she walked to the side of the bed. I ran my hand down the side of my leg to find my strap had been removed meaning I had nothing to protect myself with.
“I’m not here to hurt you.” She looked over at me, she paused a moment closing her eyes before going over to a cupboard. “There you go.” She spoke out as she walked back over to me holding out my gun. “So you feel safer.” She smiled softly.
“You’re Frank’s mother.” I noticed the resemblance instantly coupled with what I remember him telling me about her power.
“He told you about me.” She smiled softly standing fully to the side of my bed.
“How did I get here?” I looked round before looking fully at her, sitting back so my back was resting against the headboard of the comfortable king size bed. “Wherever here is.” I realised I didn’t actually know where I was.
“You’re at Frank’s home. I can manipulate people. I don’t like to do it, but, I make exceptions every now and again and they wouldn’t know how to treat you now would they?” She smiled a knowing smile at me, she was about to say something to me stopping when we heard the door creak and Frank entering, smirking at me when he saw me.
“I’m going to leave you two alone so Frank can explain what we’ve done. I’ll be up later to make sure everything is still ok.” She smiled resting her hand on Frank’s arm. “She’s still fragile.” She gave him a mother look before disappearing.


“Your mum seems nice.” I looked over at him breaking the silence as he walked over to the bed. I moved over to give him room to get in.
“She is.” He held the water out to me. “I think this is the first time we’ve ever been in a bed fully clothed.” He looked over at me smirking as I glared at him.
“Do you mind I’ve been shot.” I told him gulping the water down, not realising just how thirsty I was.
“That’s not what you were telling the poor nurse in the hospital.” He smirked again stroking a piece of hair out of my face. “Let me see you’re wound.” He switched position to kneeling at the side of me, his back to my feet.
“Do you have to? It’s in an awkward place.” I blushed looking over at him.
“Please I’ve seen you naked plenty of times.” He smirked again as I rolled my eyes, trying to reach down for the end of the gown but groaning in pain. “Here let me.” He whispered as he ran his fingers over my calf until he reached the hem of the gown, sliding it up the outside of my leg until he felt the tape that was holding my pack in place. He moved himself so that he could see the outside of my thigh as he peeled away the tape softly. I grabbed his hand to stop him from moving the last bit causing him to look up at me questioningly.
“I’m still bleeding.” I looked at him slightly panicked, not sure how it really works.
“I promise not to bleed you dry.” He smirked swatting my hand away and pulling the pack off to reveal the wound. I saw his eyes flash a red colour when the sight of the blood came into his view, a slight hiss escaping through his lips as he rested his left hand on the inside of my thigh, his thumb stroking painfully soothing strokes on the sensitive skin. “Let me heal you.” He teared his eyes away from the sight to look up at me as I shook my head no.
“What does that even mean?” I looked at him slightly panicked, his stroking increasing, his way of calming me and him down.
“It means I can get rid of the hole. Look.” He told me causing me to watch as he cut his finger on the scissors that were on the bedside table. He then licked it and the wound healed within seconds.
“That’s all it will do?” I looked at him, still completely unsure.
“There’s a few side effects.” He stood up off the bed, walking over to the bed side table and resting the scissors back on the table before going into the draw and getting something out that I couldn’t see, but could hear the rustle of. He kneeled down at the side of me before carrying on, “mainly because I’ll be drinking from you,” he leaned down to whisper in my ear while he carried on with his torturous stroking on the inside of my thigh intentionally moving his hand higher I’m sure, “it can make you very very hot and bothered.” He whispered in my ear dragging his lips along them to make sure I understood. “Not to mention how delicious you taste I won’t be able to stop myself.” He stroked the edge of my panties, causing a broken noise to escape my lips. “Do I take that as a yes Ms Hardy?” He smirked as I turned away my cheeks burning up. I felt the bed shift whilst he moved position; there was no countdown, no warning, he just started on the job at hand. He lifted my calf causing me to hiss in pain which quickly subsided when I felt the pressure of him sucking on the wound. I closed my eyes, he was right there was something sensual about him in effect feeding from me. I’d never felt more alive, images flashing in my head of him and me in the heat of the moment. I moaned out a little, my breathing getting heavier as I felt his soft tongue lick away the spilled blood. I opened my eyes and before I could say anything he was already on the bed, not letting go of my now healed leg he wrapped it around his topless waist as I immediately went to work on his belt.
“You taste so fucking good.” His strained voice came out as he ripped the hospital gown open kissing up my belly to my chest. “So fucking good.” He murmured out on my neck whilst kicking his jeans off reaching for something on the side of pillow, the same rustle as before ringing out. Once again there was no warning, I forgot that half an hour before his mum was in this room or that she was probably sat downstairs enjoying a cup of tea. I felt his lips cover mine as he thrusted into me absorbing the loudest part of the moan that followed.

“She’s in here. I’ll just check they are decent.” I heard an unfamiliar voice as I rubbed my eyes to look over at Frank who was twirling a strand of my hair.
“How you feeling?” He whispered leaning over to kiss me.
“Exhausted.” I whispered back after kissing him.
“You will, it’s one of the side effects so to speak. Belle’s here.” He told me as I shot him a scared look. “Don’t worry Gerard’s spent the afternoon explaining to her about everything. She took it better then you did.” He nodded smirking as I calmed down.
“I wish you wouldn’t listen to my thoughts.” I mumbled back, trying to sit up but being pulled back down.
“I can’t help it. Yours stand out more in my head. I don’t know why. They only go silent when were busy.” He winked as rolled on his side to kiss me repeatedly. “Did you like that touch of me projecting them images in your head?” He smirked on my lips causing me to slap his chest.
“Why are you still here? Why am I still here?” I asked him once he got up and walked over to the wardrobe.
“What do you mean?” He looked over at me, genuine confusion.
“Well normally once we’ve had our kicks you just disappear.” I told him truthfully.
It took him a moment to respond and I wasn’t sure if that’s because he was busy finding clothes or thinking of an answer or generally a little put out by my honesty. “Firstly, you’ve just been shot, I’m not going to leave you alone when that’s happened. Secondly, it’s my house can’t exactly just go can I? Finally, we have a lot of talking to do.” He looked over at me, seriousness covering his face at the final point. “You have 5 minutes before your best friend and mine burst through that door. Let’s hope you can get changed quickly.” He spoke out throwing a pair of boxers and shirt at me, his attitude changing since I asked that question. We had both just managed to get changed when the door swung open and Belle rushed in followed by Gerard.

Notes

Sorry for the lack of updates