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Disclaimer: I do not own Spiderman, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: I do not own any of the characters or settings in the story except for poor little Laila Tailynn. Nothing is being done for profit. Sorry, but Carnage and Venom are OOC, how the hell else could I manage a sex story with them in it?

Thanks to Anon and fever red for the reviews, corrections to this chapter are thanks to fever red.

Taken: 1. To be forcibly captured, 2. To be smitten with, 3. To be deceived, 4. To be sexually claimed (I adore this word, so many sides to it…)

            Laila was just a baby when her father Daniel discovered an unidentified flying object crashed in the wooded acres around the Tailynn home. Her father was a hard working honest man, not much of a dreamer, and he had little use for fantastical notions. Aliens were nothing but a myth in his realist’s eyes. And so when he came across the odd assortment of debris in the trees not far from the back porch of his home, he had little thought for beings from another world. He assumed the metal bits were from a crashed airplane, possibly of military origin. It was only natural for him to be intrigued, and he did what most anyone else would do: he brought a chunk of the wreckage back to his house to study it. He was so intent upon the bizarre object in his hand that he failed to notice the dark shadow that pursued him in a slow, unsteady gait.
            That day, like most others, young Laila was playing in the house. Being an only child five years of age and rather rambunctious, she was quite adept at getting in her father’s way and so when Daniel entered the house, he immediately told her to go outside and play, not wanting to be bombarded with questions the moment she saw what he was carrying. Laila had happily complied, skipping out the front door and running to the nearby tree swing that was a favorite toy of hers. Unlike her father, she immediately noticed the strange figure that hovered on the edges of the front yard. With a child’s curiosity and lack of fear, she boldly approached the swaying creature. It was tall, bipedal and somewhat humanoid and, if she had been older, she would have realized the entity was dying.
            It was surprised by her fearless approach, for it was descended from a race of killing machines, and used to having all things flee before it. But with the trust only a child can show, Laila gave the visitor a flower and told him he should sit down because he was not looking very happy. Though the alien knew little of what she said or meant, it understood kindness and boldness, and while it placed little value on the former sentiment it respected the latter immensely. Too injured to actually sit, it collapsed upon the ground at her feet, flower in hand, and stared at her with dim eyes as she knelt beside it. She tried to pet the alien’s cheek in comfort, and the symbiote that was part of the creature wrapped around her hand to prevent her from possibly hurting them.
            When Laila showed no sign of meaning harm and continued to display no fear of the alien, the symbiote relaxed. The girl, sensing the pain of the entities, did what her mother would do when she was sad or hurting: she put the alien’s head in her lap and sang it a soothing song while stroking its face. Although the alien could not understand her words, her meaning and gesture were clear and it allowed itself to die in her embrace. The symbiote died with it, but not before conveying a gift upon her: it pierced the flesh of her upper thigh and imparted a gift into her. Laila was startled by the attack, though it was swift and unexpected, it hurt terribly and she began to cry as blood flowed down her leg to stain the head in her lap. Hearing her cries, Daniel came outside and hurried to her side the moment he saw her.
            Terrified by the blood and the strange creature with his daughter, Daniel rushed her to a hospital after calling the police. Miraculously, by the time they reached the hospital her wound had healed, leaving nothing but a scar behind as proof she had ever been injured. Daniel decided against taking her into the hospital, certain the people there would think him mad if he did since she had no injuries. He drove back to the Tailynn home and discovered the body of the alien was gone, along with all of the debris he had found earlier, later he learned the piece he’d taken into the house had disappeared as well. Instead of the local police, several men in suits were waiting for him on the lawn, and began interrogating him the moment he stepped out of his car.
            He denied interacting with the creature, saying his daughter had found it dead. Laila, too traumatized by what had happened, was unable to answer any questions and since she was so young the men dismissed her as unimportant, choosing to grill her father for information instead. Eventually they were satisfied with the answers Daniel gave them, and they left, never to be seen again. Laila was forbidden to ever discuss the events of that day, and Daniel pretended as if nothing had ever happened. Laila was content to forget it as well, and her life returned to normal.
            This normalcy lasted throughout high school, though once puberty hit she began to develop heightened senses and reflexes. She was an excellent athlete and a diligent student, but often suffered from bouts of restlessness she couldn’t understand. In payment for her kindness, the alien had given her a shield of sorts, for it knew others of its kind were on Earth and would not hesitate to kill her if they ever crossed paths with her, since they believed humans were inferior to them. However, with the mark it had bestowed upon her, the aliens on Earth would not harm her, seeing her under the protection of the race and a pet of sorts. Laila and Daniel knew nothing of this, nor did Laila’s mother Elaine, who had never been told of the events that happened the day Laila was bitten.
            Eventually, Laila went off to college, and it was during a hectic first school semester that she met Spiderman. A dedicated student, Laila often spent hours studying in the school library, long after it had closed. One night, as she walked home from a particularly grueling cram session, she happened upon a gang murder. Too tired to properly control her reactions, she naturally gasped in dismay, drawing the eyes of several thugs right to her. Laila fled but they gave chase, running her down. They were nearly upon her when Spiderman came flying to her rescue. He easily dispatched the criminals, leaving them tied up for the police to find, and personally escorted Laila home. It was one of the luckiest moments in her life, and yet ironically it was to bring her into an even more dangerous predicament then the one she had escaped from.

            It had been a week since the day Spiderman saved Laila’s life, and it was amazing how much her outlook on things had changed. She was still intensely devoted to her studies, but she made a point of relaxing as often as possible and doing little things she hadn’t taken the time to do before. Like go for a walk on a beautiful day or go shopping on a spur of the moment whim. Her near scrape with death had taught her to value every moment as if it were her last. The police had questioned her briefly, she was not being asked to testify at the moment because a gang member had agreed to turn on his “family” as a witness for the cops in exchange for having all charges against him dropped. He was also going to disappear, along with his mother and sister, into a witness protection program. To Laila this was an immense relief, she had not wanted to testify under any circumstances.
            Because she was feeling elated after receiving word she would not be needed to testify, Laila decided to indulge herself and do a little book shopping. Her apartment was located in a cozy little suburb that was like its own neighborhood, complete with shops that catered to the residents of the area. One such shop was an antique store that sold rare books, and while normally the cost was too high for Laila to afford, she decided to indulge herself with a celebratory purchase.

            From the shadows of the trees, they watched her, as they had been doing for days. She was a pretty enough girl but hardly remarkable, everything about her was average except for her vibrant violet eyes. They could not see what had drawn Spiderman to her, and had concluded he had only rescued her because she was an innocent. Still, they had decided to watch her, as they did with most anyone Spiderman took note of, hoping their nemesis would return to her. As the days passed, they concluded he would not be coming back, the girl meant nothing special to him and they should have taken leave of her presence by now. Normally she would not have been worth their time.
            Yet they could not bring themselves to go. Despite her boring life and commonplace looks, they felt inexplicably intrigued by her. There was something about her that was familiar to them, though they knew very well they had never met her before. It was a mystery to them why they should feel this way, and they intended to discover the source of her odd allure. It was the only way they could bring themselves to finally depart.

            Laila had gone perhaps a dozen steps from her apartment building when something lifted her into the air as if she weighed no more then a feather. Stunned, she opened her mouth to scream, only to find herself gagged by a thick red…rope. Or something she hoped was a rope but felt remarkably like flesh of some sort as it rested against her tongue. She began to struggle wildly in her captor’s embrace, but when a deep voice commanded, “Be still” from the vicinity of her left ear; she instinctively obeyed it, despite her mind screaming at her that she needed to escape.
            She glided higher up into the air, until she was surrounded by branches from a tree, her vision obstructed by leaves as her kidnapper easily moved from limb to limb supporting her as if she weighed no more then a feather. She was a small woman, but she still weighed just over a hundred pounds, with the awkward way he seemed to be holding her, it should have been difficult for him to move so quickly, but it didn’t seem to be bothering him at all. Laila was startled when the man suddenly leapt from the trees, sailing through the air to land on her balcony with a loud thud before slowly opening her glass sliding door, ripping it off its hinges, and walking into her apartment.
            She was unceremoniously dumped on the ground, and immediately turned to glare up at the stranger, anger and fear making her reckless. “Just what the hell do you…think…you’re…” her voice trailed off as she saw him, and her eyes widened.
            The being who had taken her prisoner could not be called a man, not really. He had similar structural lines, an anatomically correct physique and stood erect, but that was where the similarities ended. For starters, his body was red…everywhere except for two enormous white eyes. He had wicked claws on either hand and she was pretty sure she saw massive fangs peeping out from the edges of his mouth. And then there were the tendrils…small moving segments of red flesh that constantly writhed around him. Definitely not human. Laila opened her mouth to scream, even though she knew it was stupid and likely to get her hurt or killed. She couldn’t help it; the reaction was primitive and uncontrollable.
            The white eyes, soulless eyes it seemed, narrowed at her and one of the numerous tendrils whipped out to wrap around her head, completely covering her mouth but leaving room over her nose so she could breathe. “Ah ah, no screaming allowed,” he hissed, his voice almost sibilant, the tip of a pointed tongue flickering out of his mouth.
            Laila didn’t as much as blink as she stared into those odd eyes. She had no idea what this thing was, but he was bigger then her, stronger then her, faster then her…in other words she was in deep trouble.
            For their part, Carnage was confused. From the moment they had touched her to pull her up into the trees with them, their body had thrummed with sexual tension. The reaction had been unexpected; in fact they had almost dropped the girl when lust had torn through them with savage intensity. The man in them had recognized it for what it was, having desired women in the past. The symbiote had never once been interested in a human woman and in fact could reproduce on its own. It had engaged in sexual activity thanks to its host, but it had never been so stirred in the past. When their body had gone taut with overwhelming need, it had confounded them and they had been less then graceful upon reaching her home, even managing to destroy her door in their haste to get her inside where they could set her down and put some distance between their body and hers. They had indulged in sex many times, having a nearly insatiable appetite, but they had always been in control. Their reaction to this female was exceptionally violent, and coupled with a desire to protect that they had never felt before.
            Unfortunately, the woman had immediately considered screaming and they had been forced to touch her again to silence her. Now their flesh throbbed where their tendril rested against her face and mouth, pulsing through their mind and making it difficult to think. The female called to them to take her. Usually they would have done so with casual disregard. But this was no simple lust, it was far deeper and somehow intimidating, and a voice within warned them against claiming her. They resisted the urge to give in, to answer her silent call. Unable to completely resist the siren summons, a second tendril snaked out to tangle in the dark waves of her hair, sending ripples of delight through them as they tested the silken textures.
            Laila should have been terrified, but the longer she remained in physical contact with the creature, the less frightened she was. There was something strangely familiar about the entity that soothed her when she should have been petrified. It was absurd to think she could know something like this…person and yet have no clear memory of him. It was imperative she find out who he was, and what he wanted. She reached up to touch the tendril that was muzzling her, expecting to meet with some resistance since he had gagged her. But the moment her hand touched the red appendage, it shivered and loosened, sliding away from her mouth to stroke down her back in what could have been considered a caress under different circumstances, she supposed. To her surprise, the touch was incredibly pleasant, and she was dismayed to feel a strange fire swirling to life inside her. Determinedly ignoring her body’s bizarre behavior, Laila stared the creature dead in his white eyes and said, “Who are you? What do you want?”
            Carnage returned her direct stare, further aroused by her boldness. Even in the face of danger the girl seemed dauntless once she had gotten over her shock. “I am Carnage,” they murmured, shifting closer to her, their body humming with excitement. “And I want…Spiderman!”
            The last word came out a snarl, hostile and harsh, and for a moment Laila was confused by his abrupt display of anger, but then she noticed his eyes were fixed on the glass door, watching something outside. Still held in his firm grip, she couldn’t look to see what it was that had distracted him. He had mentioned Spiderman. Was her savior back in the area?
            Carnage returned their gaze to her, staring at her intently for a moment. They wanted nothing more then to ignore the hated enemy and lavish her with their attention, but they had promised themselves long ago they would kill Spiderman. The girl could be confined until they returned; locating Spiderman could be quite troublesome. Sighing in genuine frustration, they glanced around the living room and spotted a jump rope on the floor of the hallway leading back to the bedroom. They sent a tendril out to retrieve the rope and then gently lifted her to her feet before slowly leading her to the couch.
            Laila immediately stiffened. “What are you doing?”
            “I must leave for a little while,” Carnage replied, “I wish you to wait until I return.”
            He pulled her hands together and looped the jump rope around her wrists before proceeding to tie her ankles with the other end of the rope. He then reached over and broke her floor lamp in two with casual ease; Laila gaped at his tremendous strength. Carnage felt pride swell within them at her look. She obviously understood their physical prowess and seemed in awe of it. They took the bottom section and tore the base off before bending it into a “c” shape with one hand.
            “Good lord you’re strong,” she gasped.
            Carnage nearly purred at her seeming praise. Pursuing Spiderman was becoming less imperative by the moment, if they didn’t leave soon the will to hunt down their enemy would vanish completely and they had been chasing Spiderman too long to pass up an opportunity to attack him. This was another thing to blame the stupid web slinger for: he was forcing them to leave this angel’s presence. With a surge of irritation, they slid the slack of the jump rope over the metal curve and then rammed it into the wall, effectively imprisoning her and preventing her from moving more then a foot or so but leaving her enough freedom to be comfortable.
            Laila stared in dismay at the damage he had done to her wall, too stunned to worry about why he seemed so intent on making sure she was there when he returned.
            Carnage mistook her expression for fear and assured her, “Do not worry, I mean you no harm. I just don’t want you going anywhere until I get back.”
            Before Laila could think of a response to this, Carnage suddenly leaned down and kissed her. His mouth was relentless, and she could feel a hint of fangs as his tongue easily slipped into her mouth to dance around her own tongue in a teasing motion. She stiffened at the invasion but he’d pinned her back against the couch and she had nowhere to go. She was forced to endure his touch, but oddly enough didn’t find it nearly as revolting as she’d expected. He was not applying any pressure with those razor sharp teeth she had glimpsed, and his tongue was not gagging her but seemed to caress every inch of her mouth. Something in her began to respond to that touch, and he must have sensed it because the kiss instantly became more ardent, his breathing heavily accelerating. Carnage was reeling from the taste of her. She was more delicious then the sweetest blood, more delectable then the finest flesh. They wanted to sample every inch of her, lick every curve and touch every hollow. Spiderman was a distant thought, but still there, nagging at them to go now before it was too late.
            Ironically, it was the man in Carnage that was reminding them of their rapidly disappearing nemesis. Cletus had experienced lust before, and while he had never been so turned on in his life, he knew how to deal with the desire and put it to one side. The symbiote had never experienced such wanton yearning and was in thrall to it. It had shared in Cletus’ matings, but had always felt somewhat distanced from what was going on. That was not the case with this woman. It could not get enough of how she tasted, and every tendril was wildly sliding over her body, delirious to possess her in a way that had nothing to do with its normal meaning of possession. But Cletus understood that hatred drove the creature, and that it hated Spiderman with a passion, so he repeatedly reminded it that every moment Spiderman was getting farther away. With great reluctance, the symbiote heeded his words and released the girl, although once they were deprived of the feel of her Cletus began to have second thoughts. But now that the symbiote had made up its mind to go, it would not give in to the temptation to touch her and Carnage slowly stepped away from her.
            Laila blinked up at him, dazed from the staggering, frightening effects of that kiss.
            Her bewildered look nearly broke Carnage’s will. Their voice was more abrasive then they intended it to be, strained as it was by longing, when they assured her, “I will return.”
            Carnage forcefully turned their back to the girl and strode out onto the balcony, refusing to look back in case their willpower gave out to their desire.
            Laila watched in bemusement as the red alien created a web much like Spiderman did, and then used it to swing out of her line of vision. What the hell had just happened?

            What the hell had just happened, Venom wondered as they watched the crimson shape of their “son” leap off of the balcony of an apartment building.
            Venom had been in hot pursuit of some criminals, maintaining a stealthy distance, when they had seen the blur of familiar red to their left and it had immediately attracted their attention. Carnage was even higher on their kill list then anyone else, and for different reasons. Venom had seen Carnage on a balcony, standing stiff with tension though they assumed this was due to Spiderman’s proximity, since Venom had sensed the web slinger in the area and Carnage was not looking in their direction, indicating he was not looking for them. Carnage hated Spiderman even more then Venom ever had, impossible as that might seem to be. Their “offspring” must have been exceptionally distracted not to have noticed their presence, since Carnage had little love for Venom either.
            To say it was curious to see Carnage come out of an apartment was making an understatement, and Venom was most curious to know why the psychopath had been there…unless it happened to be the maniac’s home. That seemed highly unlikely, not because Venom thought Carnage too good to live in an apartment, but rather because such a place afforded little protection or secrecy and a creature as naturally inclined to combat as Carnage was would never select such an easily accessible place for its residence. Which meant the monstrosity had been visiting someone. How interesting…
            Though Venom despised criminals and loathed Carnage, they were a naturally curious and intelligent creature, and they sensed perhaps whoever lived in this apartment might be used against Carnage. They couldn’t imagine the lunatic had a weakness, but life had taught them anything was possible. This was an opportunity that they might never have again, and so Venom gave up the pursuit of their enemies for the time being. They stealthily made their way down to the apartment, landing lightly despite a truly impressive frame of massive proportions. They crept to the door, taking great care to slide it open as quietly as possible, but it had been damaged and as a result gave an ignoble shriek as they opened it. They winced at the sound but decided they could most likely handle any hazards that might be present in the apartment, since little could be more dangerous than Carnage himself. When they entered the living room unchallenged, they quickly scanned the room and then drew up short in disbelief, ruefully thinking they need not have bothered with stealth at all.
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