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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.

Chapter List
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A/N: I do not own anything in this story except Laila and any new OCs. This story is not being written for profit, blah blah blah.
Thanks to fever red for the review and for being a kick ass beta.

As Laila had feared, the warehouse was a pit of filth. What a male deemed fit for living in; a woman usually would disagree with. It wasn’t that she was a neat freak or even prissy, but she liked where she slept to be clean. She hadn’t even really decided if she should leave or stay, Carnage had shook her up but Venom seemed just as intimidating if not quite so uncontrolled. But the place wasn’t about to collapse around her ears as she’d initially thought, and that was the main reason she’d been reluctant to enter the warehouse. Venom, as he called himself, had been true to his word. At least about this place. She wasn’t entirely sure Venom was trustworthy. She’d known him for less then a day and he was obviously an alien of some kind, so she had no idea what kind of rules of behavior he adhered to. For the millionth time she wondered what had drawn Venom and Carnage to her. She could always ask Venom, but she didn’t want him to know she had no idea what was going on. It seemed too vulnerable, and she hated showing weakness to anyone.
            Laila had chosen an old office room of the warehouse to sleep in, and while Venom was sweeping the building to make sure it was free of any danger, she set about tidying up the room. She didn’t plan on staying that long, hopefully this business with Carnage would be cleared up quickly and she could return to her normal life. It was obvious he had mistaken her for someone else. In the meantime, she wanted her area to be livable. The only things she had ever been able to control in her life were her own personal space and her grades, which was why she took such pains to see they were both immaculate. By the time Venom got back, she had cleared out all of the clutter that did not belong to her, arranged her bags neatly up against a wall, and even swept the floor.
            Venom drew up in surprise; a mattress slung casually over their shoulder, and surveyed the room in approval. “You work quickly.”
            “So do you,” she gestured at the mattress. “Where did you find that?”
            “This warehouse belonged to a furniture store chain once,” Venom replied, lumbering past her to place the mattress on the ground where she indicated she wanted it.
            Laila’s lavender eyes lit up. “So there are probably lamps and floor rugs around here somewhere!”
            Venom blinked at her and said, “Uh, we think there probably are.”
            They wanted to ask what she could possibly need floor rugs for, in a grimy room such as this one, but they didn’t have time to ask her. She was already out the door and heading for the back of the warehouse. “Wait, you might get hurt,” they called after her, thinking she could easily get crushed if any of the piles of abandoned merchandise fell over on her.
            Laila waved impatiently and said, “I’m not a child. I think I can handle walking through a warehouse by myself.”
            The fierce independence in her tone impressed Venom, but they would not leave her unsupervised until they could come up with a plan for handling Carnage. There was also the matter of discovering her identity and why Carnage would be interested in her, but they already had an idea how that could be done. “You might not be a child, but we have seen children larger then you,” Venom rebuked her. “And it is not your ability to walk that we question, but rather your strength. You would be injured were something to fall on you.”
            He made her sound like a bug, Laila thought with a grimace. She glanced at him in irritation, but his expression stated he would brook no arguments. It was strange, but she was already growing accustomed to his unusual appearance. She kept experiencing the oddest things when she looked at him: desire, comfort, and recognition. She could almost swear she knew him from somewhere, but that was impossible. She would definitely have remembered him. He was not exactly forgettable, after all. Even though he unnerved her, and she would prefer just a few minutes to herself, she also had no desire to be flattened by wayward merchandise, so she reluctantly sighed and said, “Fine, come along then.”
            Venom grinned at her annoyed tone, they could understand independence and a lack of interest in obeying others. It was their credo, after all. Laila blinked at the massive maw of flashing teeth and without meaning to said, “Good grief, could you even fit another tooth in there?”
            Venom lost their smile immediately, her comment creating the strangest pang in their chest, instantly banishing the earlier moment of amusement they had been feeling. Her tone made it obvious she found them revolting. It shouldn’t matter, but for some reason it did. They stomped past her without a word, their expression withdrawn.
            Laila felt like slapping herself. She always said things without thinking them through first. She was honest to a fault, incapable of lying and this, coupled with her tendency to speak now and think later, generally resulted in a lot of hurt feelings. She couldn’t manage to lie without turning ten shades of red and blinking as if she was trying to get airborne with her lashes. “I’m sorry, that was rude of me,” she called out, trotting up behind him, noting the way his shoulders grew taut as she approached.
            “Yes,” he agreed, leaving his response at that.
            Laila chewed on her lower lip, wanting to make it up to him somehow, seeing as he was going to so much trouble to try and help her. Her eyes drifted over his marvelous physique and she blurted, “If it’s any consolation, you have the hottest body I’ve ever seen.” Damn, she hadn’t meant to say that. Something nice, yes, something so embarrassing for her, no.
            Venom nearly tripped, sliding to a stop to look at her. A flash of raw yearning sliced through them, leaving them hot and shaken in an instant. Did she have any idea what her words did to them? Probably not, they didn’t understand it themselves. Laila fidgeted as he stared at her with those big white eyes. The face was impassive, but she still found it difficult to look at him after admitting something so personal. Venom was trying to decide what to do. One part of them was literally throbbing with lust, obvious area included, and wanted to yank her up and ravish her. The other part of them knew it would be incorrect to do so, and was more then a little troubled by how much they desired her. It was not the normal lust they felt for other women, not a simple urge for release. It was a longing to possess her, to claim her, to fill her and dominate her. It was primal, and Venom was not certain how to deal with it. Best to ignore it, they concluded.
            “The floor lamps you want are over here,” they finally managed to bite out, but their step was much lighter as they resumed walking. She thought they had a hot body, no, the hottest body. They found themselves grinning in spite of their earlier irritation.
            Thank god for the male ego, Laila silently thought as she followed in Venom’s wake, immediately noticing the change in the posture of his body and the lightness in his voice. Stroke it, and it always rises. That last thought had her silently laughing to herself. Venom led her to where a majority of the intact furniture was. Laila felt like a kid in a candy store. She found several antique lamps with glass stained shades and a number of brilliantly colored floor rugs. Venom quietly followed her around as she selected items, picking things up as she pointed to them, until not another item could be crammed under his arms. “Well, that’s enough for trip one,” she announced, yet another lamp in hand.
            “Trip one,” Venom stupidly echoed. How many trips were they going to be making? And then, as they recalled the sheer volume of things the girl had brought with her while trying to flee before her captor returned, they nearly whimpered out loud.
            Laila was in a much better mood as she led the way back to her room. She wasn’t particularly into interior decorating; however it would be nice to have the place she was staying in feel more like a real bedroom and less like a warehouse office. She surreptitiously cast a glance at Venom, admiring his obvious strength, and knew things could be a lot worse then being forced into hiding with such a blatantly physically pleasing specimen. Ugh, where were these thoughts coming from???

            Carnage couldn’t find any trace of her. Not on the ground, not in the air, they could neither see nor smell her. Rage was starting a slow boil within them. They had been careful to check the restraints they had left her in. It appeared she had managed to cut through the jump rope they had left her bound in. How, and with what, they had no idea. But she had done it. Yet they couldn’t find any signs of her leaving. She had simply vanished. This was unacceptable, and as each hour passed without them locating her, the anger grew and ate away at them until it was a blinding fury.
            They were also still horny as hell. They shouldn’t have kept those black panties of hers but…they smelled so good. Unfortunately, the scent was directly in contact with their body because they were carrying the underwear, and so they kept smelling her. And every time they did, it made them get increasingly excited. Finally aroused and thwarted to the breaking point, which admittedly didn’t take much for them to reach; they descended on the masses to vent their frustrations. The lust needed to be dealt with first, jacking off just wasn’t going to cut it at the moment. But, oddly enough, they also didn’t want to necessarily rape anyone. What they needed right now was a female able to substitute for the one they wanted, and they had no urge to rape the girl they were hunting so they weren’t going to force themselves on her substitute either. Needed it to be as close to real as possible, though why was beyond them. They were running on pure instinct at the moment.
            Carnage descended to the ground and slowly shifted until his human appearance was completely visible. Strangely, the desire Cletus felt for the girl wasn’t even half as strong as it had been as Carnage. He wondered if the desire Carnage felt was based solely on his symbiote. But then he recalled that phenomenal kiss Carnage had given her and the delicious way her cum tasted on the sheets of her bed, and Cletus decided he could handle fucking her brains out once or twice. In this town, there was a bar on every street, and Cletus found a female quickly enough once he walked into the closest club, since all he required was someone short with dark hair. The girl he selected was hammered, which didn’t matter much to him, it actually made things easier. She also didn’t look much like the girl he wanted but that didn’t matter either, all cats were gray in the dark…Cletus didn’t have to do much to convince her to leave with him. He wasn’t what anyone would call a pretty boy, but he was cute enough when he refrained from making his trademark crazed faces. His body was also in exceptional condition, something most females appreciated, and this chick, Amy something or other, was no exception.
He led her to the nearest motel, cursing to himself he even had to go to this much trouble, but his dick was up and his blood was rushing and he couldn’t kill her yet, so…five minutes later he had her in a room, with the lights off, and their clothes already on the ground. Cletus didn’t do foreplay as a rule, being impatient at the best of times. He just didn’t care if the women were ready or not in most cases. Now was no exception. The minute they were both naked, he pinned her down on the bed and pushed his throbbing cock straight into her, ignoring her muffled gasp of pain. His own needs were more important then a little inconvenience for the tool he was using. Besides, once he got going it didn’t take her long to get wet, alcohol made a lot of people amorous and she was obviously one of them. Cletus rode her hard and fast, with absolutely no regard for what she might want, and while it felt good enough, it wasn’t getting him anywhere. So he tried picturing the other girl’s face, and the minute her image flashed behind his eyes, everything changed. Amy’s pussy suddenly felt a lot better than merely adequate, her body was perfect, and his pace changed, becoming more accommodating for her, the strokes he penetrated her with becoming more languid as his hands finally began to caress her. She began to moan in his ear, and in his mind’s eye it was his little lost ladybird moaning, and raw lust surged through him until his nerves were raw as he imagined it was her delectable body he was fucking.
Cletus felt something inside him shift, felt the symbiote clawing to be released, it surprised him at first but he thought, what the hell. He let the sym free, feeling it flow over his body as he kept thrusting into the writhing woman beneath him. She was too drunk to notice the change, and at that point Cletus really didn’t care as his thoughts were joined by those of the symbiote, whose own hunger for the missing girl was insatiable. Carnage hiked Amy’s legs up higher over their arms, increasing the depth they could reach, their thrusts inhumanly strong as they rammed themselves into her with frantic speed. In their mind they kept seeing the other girl: her pretty face, her huge eyes, and her insanely hot mouth. They rode Amy harder, almost desperately now, the symbiote’s lust for the other girl was so sharp it was painful, it swept Cletus away with it and Carnage began to snarl in pleasure as the waves of sensation caused by the friction to their cock rippled through their body relentlessly. Tension coiled into an intolerable level before shattering without warning and they came hard, spewing into Amy with uncontrollable force, gasping against the intensity of their orgasm. With sexual release came clarity, they were shaken by their lust for the violet eyed girl, that it could drive them to this, they needed to find her again.
Carnage rose up off of the bed, flipping the light on with a tentacle, and then grinned when Amy looked up at their towering form and screamed. “Ah, I appreciate a screamer,” they laughed before winking at her. “It’s a little late, though, seeing as how I’m already finished screwing you. You weren’t half bad, either. Quite useful, really, and now it’s time you helped me out a little more.”
The lust in them was momentarily gone, the anger and frustration remained. They reached down with clawed hands and traced her flesh with the tips, slicing her skin open in red rivers where they touched her. She screamed again, this time pain driving the sound to a higher pitch. “That’s right bitch, scream,” they encouraged her with a grin. “It won’t do you any good, but I like it. Cry while you’re at it.”
The girl was sobbing in pain as they continued to carve her up slowly, bleeding her to death, the sheets of the motel bed turning dark crimson. They would have to be destroyed, Carnage reflected, there was no amount of cleaning that would remove the stains of this whore’s lifeblood. Carnage was about to make another cut in her flesh, gut her perhaps and watch her intestines spill out like bloated worms, when they heard screaming outside followed by cries of “Spiderman”. A grin broke out on their face; here at last was a chance to relieve their frustrations on a somewhat worthy victim. Besides, they could ask the web slinger if he knew where the girl was. Doubtful, but Carnage would take any leads they could get at this point. They crooned, “Sorry, sweet, playtime’s over.”
Their tone of voice was deliberately kind, encouraging her to think they might let her live. They waited until her eyes softened in relief before reaching up to stroke her throat and whispering, “Sleep tight.”
They punctured her flesh with one claw, watched as horror and pain filled her eyes, saw her hands come up to grasp their arm, and laughed. They slashed her throat with practiced ease, glorying in the spray of blood that bathed their face, before they turned and walked out of the room, leaving the door open behind them for her body to be found.

            Laila had her room looking perfectly cozy within a few hours and after several more trips on Venom’s part to collect odd requests she made. She had also set up a nice little living room of sorts in the main area of the warehouse just outside of her room. What neither man nor symbiote realized was that she was testing them. Because she didn’t know him, or what he wanted besides keeping her away from Carnage, Laila was trying to probe into his personality without being obvious. She was petulant, he was polite. She was scatterbrained, asking him to rearrange the furniture at least four or five times, he was patient. She had also been rather forward, asking him where he planned on sleeping since it wasn’t going to be with her. He had pleasantly informed her arrangements had been made, and said it without a trace of temper. Laila had concluded Venom seemed to be a good man, or alien, whatever, for the most part. She still wasn’t sure why he was helping her, other then he seemed to dislike Carnage.
            She decided to ask him about it after she showered in the area where old models of bathrooms had been set up. There was electricity and water in the building, it was obvious Venom used this place frequently since he took the pains to see it was kept in living conditions. She supposed he would need to have isolated places like this one to stay in, looking the way he did. Great body or not, that mouth of his looked downright scary at times.

            Venom held a brief counsel with themselves while Laila was showering. They knew she didn’t trust them, and they couldn’t blame her. They didn’t necessarily trust her yet, either. And they wouldn’t until they knew what Carnage wanted with her.  Getting her to tell them about her relationship with Carnage was the trick, and there was a simple enough way to do it. They knew she would feel more at ease talking to someone who was more like her, so they decided in the morning they would send Eddie to meet her.
            She need not know Eddie was Venom, not now or ever.

            When Laila emerged from her room, she was wearing a tiny string tank top that said “Trixi’s Ride Service. Dial 1-800-Pick-Me-Up” and a pair of boy shorts that were barely longer then panties. Obviously she did not see them in a sexual light, and assumed they didn’t see her that way either. Too bad she was wrong on the last count, Venom reflected as they felt that strange sexual tension thrum through them again. That wasn’t necessarily the case, Laila just didn’t have any pajamas that weren’t like the ones she was wearing. She also had no clue Venom found her attractive, even though she thought he looked like dinner.
            “Why did you help me escape from Carnage,” she asked, not even bothering to mess around with small talk as she dropped onto the loveseat she had directed him to place in the main area of the warehouse.
            Venom was crouched alongside the couch opposite her, they tensed a moment in surprise at her directness but knew it was only natural for her to be curious given the circumstances. “Because you are an innocent,” they hoped, “And we protect the innocent. Carnage is our enemy, he kills without regard for life and we have taken it upon ourselves to see he is stopped.”
            Ah, so she was just one in a million then. Carnage may have abducted her simply because he planned on raping and killing her. And Venom was helping her because that was what he did, or so he said. Only time would tell the truth…Bringing her thoughts firmly back in line she said, “So Carnage has done this before?”
            Venom hesitated to say yes, per se Carnage had done similar things but to actually capture the girl and then not harm her in any way, well that was unprecedented. “In a way. He has killed the innocent many times in the past.”
            Laila didn’t like the sound of “in a way” or Venom’s avoidance of directly answering her. The two stared at one another in uncomfortable silence for a moment as Laila debated whether or not to push him for more information. She decided against it for the time being, she was tired and it had been a rough day. She could always ask him more about it in the morning. “Well, he sounds dreadful,” she finally replied. “My name is Laila Tailynn, by the way. Thanks for saving my life.”
            As she had been thanking Venom, she made her way over to him and placed a light kiss on his cheek. It had only been meant as a gesture of gratitude, though she should have wondered why she chose to thank him this way rather then something less flirtatious such as a handshake. Sheer attraction flared between them the moment her lips touched his cheek. Venom’s head whipped around so they were face to face with her, their eyes wider then normal. Laila’s hand flew to her lips, they were tingling and she wanted to lean forward and kiss him again, shark like teeth and all. “Um, good night,” she babbled, hastily backpedaling to the safety of her new room, unable to believe she had kissed him.
Venom let her go, at a loss what to do, rooted to the spot by lust and confusion. Damn it, an erection was the last thing they wanted to deal with right now, but it was definitely present. With a sigh, they disappeared into the darkness at the back of the warehouse to rest.
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