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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 my own OCs. I am not writing this story for profit, just fun.
Thank you to fever red for the advice and guidance, and the insight of what others might see in this story.

            The thing Laila remembered most vividly from her early childhood was the day her father took her out to ride her bicycle without training wheels for the first time…She was so excited, feeling that at last she would be doing something the big girls did, everyone knew only babies had training wheels. Daniel seemed excited as well. Laila was his only child, and while perhaps at first he’d wanted a boy, he loved her nonetheless. It was true he treated her a little roughly, not wanting her to be a sissy, but he really did adore her. Most of the time. There were days when he longed for the freedom of his youth, but he never held that against his child. Daniel removed the training wheels, led Laila out onto the sidewalk, and once she was situated on the bike, he urged her to start pedaling faster and faster, all the while jogging alongside her. Eventually, he slowed down and she became aware she was maintaining speed and balance on her own.
            Laila was so proud of herself in that moment. Looking back at her father, she could tell by the expression on his face that he was proud of her as well. Unfortunately, she rounded a turn in the sidewalk while she was looking back and lost control of the bike. There was moment of terrifying weightlessness as the world went spinning past her, and then she hit the concrete hard, her head smacking the ground and her knees and elbows scraping along the ground. Pain flashed through her with piercing intensity, but amazingly enough it ended almost as soon as it had begun. She sat up, dazed and bewildered, and in the distance she could hear her father calling out to her as he ran to her side. She looked down at herself, but there was not one scratch on her body. It was a miracle, and even Daniel thought so when he reached her. He frantically looked her over and then heaved a sigh of relief upon finding she was okay. Crushing her into a bear hug, he swung her up in the air with a shout of laughter and a pat on the head.
            “You survived your first wipe out and didn’t even get a scratch,” he happily proclaimed, absurdly pleased by this feat. “The first time I took a spill I had scabs on my knees for a week. Uh, honey, since you weren’t hurt, let’s not tell mommy about this, okay?”
            Laila agreed because she knew daddy would be in trouble if mom found out, not that Laila felt she had done anything wrong, but father had that tone which clearly meant he thought he’d get in trouble.
            “Ok papa,” she answered him with a smile as he picked up her bike and they started walking back to the house.
            Laila glanced back as her father was leading her away, and her eyes landed on something on the sidewalk. Where she had initially fallen off of the bike, there were several large shadows on the concrete. They were stained red around the edges, like blood, but the center of these shadows were black because they were holes, formed by something that had eaten through the cement.

            Venom could hear the girl tossing in her room, but they refrained from going to her. The sounds indicated distress but not true pain. They were finding it difficult to sleep. It wasn’t the threat of Carnage appearing as much as the girl’s proximity that was keeping them up, to their utter annoyance. They had managed to will down the painful erection they had gotten as a result of her rather chaste kiss earlier, but their body was still keyed up and on edge. There was something about her that just called to them. Another sound came from the girl’s room and they stopped pacing, this noise distinctly sounded like crying. Perplexed, they decided to check up on the girl and see what had upset her.
            They knocked on her door and hesitated when there was no answer. Perhaps she just wanted to be alone; it had been a hard day for her. But this crying was soft, muted, and they found it impossible to ignore. They could at least offer her comfort and if she said no, so be it. “We are coming in,” Venom announced before opening the door and abruptly sliding to a halt.
            The girl was crying in her sleep. How odd. They moved to her side and knelt down, reaching out to stroke her hair soothingly. The touch sparked a traitorous heat in their body, but they ignored it. To their surprise, Laila turned her face into the palm of their hand and whispered, “I’m sorry papa.”
            What on earth was she dreaming about?

            Her mother was screaming. The sound was terrible, ringing in her ears as her mother clutched at her left hand. Laila hadn’t meant to hurt her mommy, but she knew she had. It wasn’t her fault though. She had only grabbed her mother’s hand for balance when she had been about to fall after tripping. She hadn’t meant to squeeze so hard but she was afraid of falling. There had been a funny crunching sound as she held onto her mother’s hand, and then mommy had started screaming. Father had run in right away, confused and upset by her mother’s pain, he had asked mother what was wrong and once he heard what Laila had done, he gave her the strangest look, as if he didn’t know her. That look scared Laila. Daddy loved her, he always had. So had mommy…
            When the ambulance came for Elaine, Daniel had chosen to follow the vehicle in his own car, so he could speak with his daughter. “What happened to mommy,” he demanded in a cold voice, his scary voice that always meant she was in trouble.
            “I held her hand too hard, daddy,” Laila whispered, her voice breaking as he watched her with those distant eyes. “I was falling down so I grabbed her hand, that’s all. I didn’t mean to hurt her, daddy, I promise.”
            “What is happening to you,” Daniel whispered, not really expecting an answer from her, merely voicing his own fears out loud, “What did that thing do to you?”
            Because she was never allowed to speak of the day she met the strange man from the stars, Laila couldn’t remember much about him, and she knew daddy would only get mad if she spoke about him, so she kept quiet.
            Daniel sighed heavily and said, “You are going to have to be more careful, Laila, or you might hurt someone else like you hurt mommy.”
            “I’ll try,” she promised, tears streaming down her face, “I’m sorry papa.”

            She kept whispering she was sorry over and over again, her voice broken, and it tore at Venom until they bit off a curse, gently lifting her up to cradle her in their lap, resting her cheek against their chest. She gave a soft sigh and nestled into their warmth, they tried to feel nothing but pity for her, unfortunately their unruly body seemed unable to help responding to her. Now they had another erection, and reason to feel guilty about it. Imagine it, being turned on by an innocent girl who was bawling in her sleep. How despicable.

            The sad, distant look on father’s face was fading away, replaced by a black warmth, but instead of frightening her, she found it comforting. She tried to get as close to it as possible, curling into its presence with a contented sight, allowing the dark shadow to chase away the bleakness of her dreams until at last all that was left was blessed nothingness.

            Venom felt the trembling in her body gradually disappear, and they placed her back on her bed before rising on unsteady feet to stare down at her. With her hair tousled and her clothing askew, she was breathtaking. The scent of her on their skin was arousing, dangerously so, and they found themselves leaning down to smell her hair. They ran their fingertips lightly over the soft planes of her stomach, longing to follow suit with their tongue. Something wild and primitive stirred in them; it took iron willpower to refrain from actually licking her skin. They rested their head against her shoulder for a moment, listening to her breathe, each moment growing increasingly ardent, reaching the edges of their self control.
            Mine, they thought, running a finger down one lovely leg, marveling at the velvety texture of her. All they had to do was claim her, and…Venom paused, teeth gritted. This was madness. They would not take her while she was sleeping. She had to be awake in order to properly submit to them. But she was so beautiful and they wanted her so much. The other hand that wasn’t caressing her began to slide down the planes of their massive body, inching towards their aching dick, and when Venom realized what they were doing, they jerked to their feet and hastily backed away from her. This was not their way. They did not take advantage of innocent females or masturbate over their prone bodies. Perhaps Carnage was rubbing off on them, or, even worse, Carnage represented some part of them they had never wished to acknowledge. Shaken, Venom retreated from the room without a backwards glance, closing the door softly behind them.

            By the time Carnage reached the area where they had heard cries for Spiderman, nothing was going on. They had tarried too long in torturing Amy, even though it had only taken seconds the web slinger was a fast worker. Carnage was not worried, however. There was one tried and true way to get the idealistic hero’s attention, and that was to cause a little mayhem. Not a problem, considering they loved chaos anyway. They stalked down the street, grabbing the first person they could find, an elderly man with a walker.
“Hey pops, nice ride,” they called out cheerfully, and then tore his throat out. As they dropped his lifeless body to the ground, people began screaming in panic. Carnage ignored them and waited, true to form Spiderman appeared in the blink of an eye.
            Spiderman skidded to a halt on sighting Carnage. “Oh crap, not again,” he muttered to himself. His eyes landed on the corpse of the old man and he shouted, “You monster!”
            “Compliments won’t save your ass, but information will,” Carnage replied, a wicked grin on their maniacal face.
            “Why should I give any information to you,” Spiderman demanded.
            “So I don’t hurt this little girl,” Carnage answered, snaking one arm out to grab a child right out of the arms of its mother. The woman started to scream as Carnage held the toddler to his chest in a sickening parody of a parental embrace, clawed hands splayed in front of the child’s face.
            Spiderman would like to believe no one could be so depraved, but having dealt with Carnage in the past, he knew better. “What do you want to know?”
            “There was a dark haired girl you saved not so long ago,” Carnage began, surprising Spiderman, who had expected demands of surrender. “She was being chased by thugs and you arrived in time to save her life and take her home. Who was she?”
            “I have no idea,” Peter baldly lied, thanking the costume for hiding his face from view. He was a terrible liar most times. He knew who the girl was; he’d seen her in school and in the library.
            Carnage stared at him impassively before reaching up and running one talon down the girl’s face, hard enough to leave a mark but not draw blood. As the child began to whimper, Carnage said, “Try again. I heard you say something about her after you had dropped her off, something about her always studying so late. You know her somehow. I suggest you tell me what you know about her or the child dies.”
            Now Spiderman had the choice of letting this little girl die, or putting a young woman at risk. Gee, does this stuff ever get any easier, he wondered. “Her name is Laila Tailynn, she goes to the same library I do,” Peter reluctantly answered. Let Carnage think he only knew her from the library; the maniac didn’t need to know where the girl went to school. Giving him her name was bad enough.
            “Laila,” Carnage murmured to themselves, the name rolling over their tongue, it suited her, it was just as delicious as she was. They impulsively remembered what she had tasted like on the sheets of her bed, and lust tore through them yet again. A girl who wasn’t ashamed to please herself was bound to be one hell of a tigress in bed.
            Carnage was so lost in their lecherous thoughts they didn’t even see Spiderman move until he grabbed the girl out of their arms, imprisoning them in a cocoon of webs. They started to laugh at his feeble move, until Spiderman set the child down and put both hands on a strand of web that was attached to the mass holding Carnage in place. Before Carnage had time to tear free, Spiderman whirled in a circle, swinging Carnage into the air in tight circles before releasing the web strand. Carnage went sailing through the air and ploughed into the ground. Before they could recover their sense of equilibrium, Spiderman leaped over them and said, “Symbiote flambé.”
            A small ball dropped onto Carnage and then exploded, unleashing a halo of microwaves. They immediately began to shriek in agony as the searing heat began to eat away at their flesh. Carnage tore the webbing that held them and jumped to their feet, weakened by the attack but enraged. Spiderman faced them resolutely, obviously determined to put up a fight, and Carnage reached a decision they thought they’d never come to. They turned their back on Spiderman, and fled. Not out of fear, but because finding the girl, Laila, was actually more important to them at the moment than fighting Spiderman.
            Spiderman was about to take off after Carnage when the wife of the elderly man collapsed at his side, sobbing hysterically. He couldn’t leave her there alone, she was in shock and too frail to move the man herself and his body couldn’t be left lying in the middle of the street. Peter had no choice but to stay and help her gather her wits as well as the remains of her husband.
            Carnage had already dismissed the scene of agony they had created. They wished they had managed to get more information out of Spiderman, but their own lustful thoughts had gotten them into trouble and they had no one to blame but themselves. They had learned her name, and that she went to the library a lot and studied late. With a name like Laila Tailynn, she should be easy to hunt down. They would just call the public libraries and have her paged; if she answered they’d know where to find her. It shouldn’t take long at all. How many libraries could there be in this town?

            Spiderman combed the city for hours after his confrontation with Carnage, but he could find no sign of the killer. Still, it never took long for Cletus to do something drastic, he would show up sooner or later. Peter just hoped no other innocent people got hurt before he could manage to find and detain the lunatic. Carnage was dangerous, certainly one of his greatest enemies, and unfortunately for Spiderman it usually required outside help to defeat him. Help such as Venom, who was the only one with the strength of will to do whatever was necessary to defeat an adversary. Unfortunately, Spiderman’s relationship with Venom was always precarious at best. Still, what had to be done, had to be done.
            Peter decided to swing by Laila’s apartment before setting out to find Eddie Brock. The least he could do was warn her she was in danger and get her to safety. When he arrived at Laila’s apartment, his blood ran cold. Her balcony door was shattered, and he could see someone had gone through her apartment. He had been too late, it seemed. Another innocent had died. Bile rose in Spiderman’s throat but he fought it down. There was no help for it, he had to find Venom and fast. Carnage needed to be captured and returned to exile before he killed anyone else.

            Venom spent the night pacing in the warehouse. They were on fire and ashamed of it simultaneously. They couldn’t believe they had nearly taken advantage of Laila while she slept, or that they had considered masturbating at her side. It was madness; it was not something they would normally do. This girl was dangerous; she made them behave in an unbalanced fashion. They would have to be extremely careful around her, until they could figure out why she influenced them so profoundly. They found themselves wondering if she engendered an equal response in Carnage. Was that why their “son” was after her? Did he find her as compelling as Venom did? The notion set Venom’s blood to boiling. To even think of Cletus touching her made them seethe with an unreasoning fury. They were not jealous, they were just worried about the safety of an innocent. Or so they assured themselves.
            A few hours before dawn, Venom finally decided to revert to their human guise, the symbiote forming pajamas over Eddie’s well muscled frame as he settled onto the mattress he had set up for himself. Surprisingly, the lust that had been mercilessly gnawing at Venom’s sensibilities faded. Bemused but not questioning the run of luck which had given him some relief so he could rest, Eddie crashed.
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