Vampires, I could deal with. Werewolves, no problem. A couple of demons, right up my alley. But this… none of my training had prepared me for this.
“You’re really hot,” he mumbled. It was the fifth or sixth time he’d said something of the sort.
“Uh… thanks.” I would’ve given anything to have a bit more distance between us, but that wasn’t happening anytime soon. If we went at the pace he could manage, clumsy and unbalanced, it’d be dawn before we got him the medical attention he needed. I was mostly dragging him, his arm flopped over my shoulder and mine around his waist. Ugh. I reminded myself that saving people was a noble calling, and it was sometimes bound to be uncomfortable. Being hip-to-hip with a seventeen year old misogynist was pretty uncomfortable.
“What’s your name again?” he asked, confusion creeping into his voice.
Trying to ignore him, I scanned the woods up ahead. There were more shadows than I liked lurking on the right side.
“C’mon,” he whined. “I’ve gotta know your name.”
“Could you please be quiet for like two seconds?” I demanded. “I need to focus on this.” Yep. There was definitely something nasty in the trees. Great.
“Ka-ZING!” He chuckled. “You’re a take-charge kind of girl, aren’t you?“
That didn’t even warrant a response. I’d fought off five keeluts, creepy hairless dog creatures to save his sorry ass. I spent my nights and weekends fighting monsters.
“How am I supposed to brag about my awesome new girlfriend if I don’t even know her name?” he asked, waving his free hand around.
I gawked at him for a moment. “I’m so not your girlfriend.”
He smiled stupidly at me. “That’s easy to fix.” He didn’t recognize me, of course. No one ever did. It’s not like I wore a mask or identity-concealing costume, either. What was it Gramps said? Oh yeah. People don’t notice what’s right in front of them if they don’t see how it will benefit them.
Peter was a soccer player. We were in the same grade and had attended the same school for nine years. I currently had three classes with him. And damn it he was heavy.
“No thank you,” I said firmly. “Now come on. We’ve got to get out of here.”
Prompt: Will you stop flirting with me? You just got seriously injured and i’m the EMT trying to tend to your wounds in the ambulance, i don’t give a fuck that i look cute when i’m concerned, you’re lucky you’re not dead you dipshit.
Modification: change EMT to monster hunter
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