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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: Once again, I do not own anything in this story except Laila, her family, friends and anything else new…It’s not being written for money, so don’t sue!
Thanks again to fever red for the guidance, and helping me curb my nasty rambling habit. =)


Laila woke up with a raging headache. Nightmares always did that to her. She languidly stretched beneath the covers, wincing as she encountered a few stiff muscles. Normally she felt so relaxed and energized on waking, because she had spared no expense in making her bed comfortable. And then it came back to her: she was not in her bed. She was sleeping on a mattress in an abandoned warehouse with a big, black beauty running around wreaking havoc on her sensibilities. Kicking aside the covers, she ran a hand down her chest and over her torso, across her stomach and beyond the juncture of her legs, until it came to rest on her upper thigh. She had a muscle ache there and began to leisurely rub it, sighing at the pleasurable sensation.
            And this was how Eddie Brock saw her on the first day, sans costume.

            When Eddie woke, his eyes were watering and his throat was parched and he knew he hadn’t gotten nearly enough sleep. Venom had stayed up most of the night dwelling on that girl Laila, and she had even made a brief appearance in Eddie’s dreams, though it had been relatively innocent. He had done nothing but hold her, yet the entire time he had wanted to throw her down and molest her. Eddie knew it was simply a reflection of what had happened last night, but it disturbed him because he was the one holding her in his dreams, not Venom. The fusion’s memories were carrying into his dreams; he didn’t care for that much at all. Rising groggily, he waited until the symbiote changed his clothes from pajamas to jeans and a tight black shirt before making his way to Laila’s room. He wanted to check on her even if she wasn’t awake, because Venom had heard her say some unusual things in her sleep. Venom had come to the conclusion that the best way to learn the girl’s secrets was to befriend her and earn her trust. They didn’t care for deception as a rule, but to save the innocent anything was acceptable. They had come up with a plan to spend the days with Laila as Eddie, and the nights as Venom. They had no intention of making her feel smothered, they would let her think she was alone at times, but they intended to be nearby in one guise or another, twenty four hours a day.
Eddie went straight to her room. Laila seemed a bit restless, but otherwise she looked fine. She was shifting every now and then, but there was no crying or talking in her sleep. He glanced around the room, taking in the mountain of luggage she had brought with her. He considered unpacking some things for her, but then wisely decided against it. Women were notoriously picky about who went through their stuff, it might piss her off. Besides, she had brought so much crap he wouldn’t know where to begin. Eddie shook his head as he gazed down at her. Leave it to a woman to bring a bag full of shoes during a crisis. Of course, perhaps she had packed so much because she knew she couldn’t return home for a while, and intended to cooperate with Venom, he mused. She seemed smart enough, that was entirely likely. On further recollection, her apartment had been modest, containing the necessities for living but no extravagant decorations. Even the furniture had been serviceable but less then elegant. There had been several large books in her room, perhaps she was in college? That would explain her not wanting to leave anything behind. Most college students had nothing in the way of finances.
What the hell would Carnage want with a college girl? Well, besides what most males wanted with one. Carnage did not operate on normal cylinders; this couldn’t be the case of a man having the hots for a woman. Sighing, Eddie glanced back at Laila. In the morning light, her face was pretty enough, fine boned and delicate, with a pouting mouth and long lashes. But she was no beauty to rave over, so he couldn’t quite understand Venom’s attraction to her last night, or at least not the intensity of it. Venom had been completely bewitched by her, practically drooling every time she glanced their way. Another thing for Eddie to try and figure out. He was about to walk out of the room when Laila slowly stirred. He smiled and opened his mouth to say hello, but right then she stretched in a leisurely fashion, and any red blooded male would have been frozen by the sight of a healthy young woman’s body undulating the way hers was, and Eddie was definitely red blooded. He found himself incapable of speech. She moved with a lithe grace, totally unaware of the fact that she had an audience.
A moment later, when she kicked off the sheets that were covering her, Eddie decided he could understand Venom’s attraction to her after all. The girl was short, but she had a body to die for. Laila looked too curvy to be real, but dressed as she was in a string tank top and skimpy shorts, he could see enough of her to know she was all natural. She had perfect breasts: large enough to be eye catching but not ridiculously sized, a waist he could span with his hands, a well rounded ass and legs that went on and on. Her torso seemed rather short; he suspected if he actually put his hands around her waist, his fingers would brush the bottoms of her breasts. That explained how her legs were so long despite her diminutive height. The symbiote rippled over his skin, as if incapable of resisting responding to her even now.
Yesterday when Venom had first met her, Eddie recalled she had been wearing a t shirt and jeans. She apparently wasn’t one to show off her body which was a shame because it deserved to be seen. Venom hadn’t been able to get a good look at her last night while she was in her pjs because she would have caught them looking. Right now was a different matter. Eddie could look as long as he cared to. Normally, he would have been content to study her for some time, but he was feeling slightly guilty for standing there and ogling her. Eddie battled against his hormones and won, he forced himself to open his mouth and speak, only to be silenced before he could do so.
After stretching, Laila ran her hand from her chin to her legs as if searching for something. When her fingers slipped over her breasts his brain simply shut down, making speaking to her an impossibility. He watched in rapt fascination as her hand descended over a flat stomach and then swept past the rise of her pubic bone, causing his breath to stop as he speculated what she might do next. The sym shivered in anticipation, startling Eddie yet again by its odd behavior, it had never bothered to acknowledge a female human before. He was disappointed when her hand rested on her upper thigh, rubbing at an area in slow deliberate movements, as if she were trying to soothe out a muscle cramp. Releasing his pent up breath and silently berating himself for being such a pervert, Eddie finally managed to clear his throat and say, “Good Morning.”
Laila’s heart nearly stopped when she heard the casual, deep male voice greet her. Her eyes flew open and the first thought she had was, My room has been invaded by a Viking. Tall, handsome and with a superb body, the light haired man with intense blue eyes was drop dead gorgeous, in a very masculine way. No metro sexual here, this was a MAN. Still, as dreamy as he was, he was not welcome in her room. He was a stranger after all, normally no man saw her in her pajamas, two had in the last 12 hours. It made her highly uncomfortable; she was secure in her sexuality but also shy about her looks and figure. With a gasp she yanked the covers up to her chin and glared at him. “Who are you?” And where is Venom, she wondered. Some bodyguard he was turning out to be!
Her prim behavior and scandalized tone brought a blush to Eddie’s face. Good lord how could a woman in this day and age with a body like hers appear to be so old fashioned? “I’m Eddie Brock, a friend of Venom’s,” he answered, slipping that last bit in to try and ease her nerves since she was glaring at him like she wanted to separate his head from his shoulders. Eddie had received numerous looks from women that he had seen in their sleeping garments, not one of them had been upset about it. Eddie wasn’t particularly vain, but he knew women found him attractive. Common sense told him she was only being sensible under the circumstances, he was a stranger as far as she knew. Still, his ego was bruised.
Laila continued to eye him distrustfully. He claimed he knew Venom, that didn’t necessarily make him harmless since she wasn’t certain Venom was trustworthy. “What are you doing here?”
“You mean in your room or the warehouse,” was his dry response.
Laila smiled in spite of herself, he was quite attractive but still... “Both. Answer them in the order you choose.”
Now it was Eddie’s turn to smile. She wasn’t one to embarrass that easily unless it had to do with her looks, apparently. “I’m in the warehouse because Venom has work to do but didn’t want you to be alone. I’m in your room because he told me you were having nightmares and I should check up on you.”
Laila didn’t know how to feel about either of those answers. Venom thought she was a little girl who couldn’t take care of herself, apparently, if he’d sent this man to watch over her. As for telling him about her dreams, well that she was furious about. How did Venom know she’d been having nightmares? Had he come into her room during the night? “I see,” she managed to answer him civilly enough though she was actually rather irritated. “My name is Laila Tailynn, nice to meet you Eddie. Tell me, what are your past recommendations that have earned you the role of being my keeper?”
Eddie lost his smile. The little kitten had claws. Venom had thought she was independent last night, Eddie knew it for a fact by the stiff way she sat and the narrowing of her violet eyes as she stared at him. “Well, I’ve been a reporter and worked for the government, so I’d say that qualifies me to keep an eye on you.”
Laila snorted at him in a decidedly unladylike fashion. “You might think so, and Venom might think so, but I don’t need anyone to keep an eye on me.”
“Look girly, you don’t know Carnage,” Eddie retorted, starting to get irritated himself now. “He’s dangerous, a killer, and people that he takes an interest in end up dying.”
“Don’t call me girly, you neanderthal,” she pleasantly replied. “I have been informed this Carnage is dangerous, but besides tying me up, he didn’t hurt me in any way.”
“Because he wants something from you,” Eddie grimly told her. He was tempted to ask her if she had any idea why Carnage might be after her, but if she was helping the lunatic in any way she certainly wouldn’t confess the truth to a someone she didn’t know.
Laila was remembering the kiss Carnage had given her, and she blushed as she recalled her own response to it. “I have no idea what that might be. Does Venom have any theories yet?”
She sounded like she was telling the truth, her eyes open and honest even in their annoyance, but Eddie wasn’t foolish enough to trust her just yet. His instincts told him she wasn’t lying, but she still might be of use to Carnage without intending to be. “No, not yet.”
“Is that what he’s looking for,” she asked, curious in spite of herself. “The reason Carnage is after me?”
“Yes,” Eddie lied without qualm, because it was true. Venom was seeking answers alright, from the victim herself.
“I see,” Laila sighed, rubbing the back of her neck before glancing over at him. “Well, I guess I’m stuck with you then.”
She didn’t need to sound so put out, Eddie thought, teeth gritted. “Yeah, looks like you are.”
“Would you mind leaving the room so I can get dressed,” she sweetly inquired, knowing she had hit a nerve by the way he clenched his jaw. He wasn’t happy about being here anymore then she was about having him here it seemed.
“Why bother? You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before,” Eddie taunted in spite of himself, unable to challenge her anymore then Venom had been able to. To his surprise, he felt the black shirt on his chest tighten, constricting slightly, as if the sym were warning him to back off. Play nice, Eddie, the other warned him.
Laila didn’t notice, she was too busy scowling at him. “I don’t care if you’ve seen every other woman in the world naked, you haven’t seen me, nor will you!”
He was so tempted to goad her, to tell her she was nothing special and see if she fell for the bait and did something drastic to prove him wrong. But the symbiote was still clinging to him with warning strength and he didn’t want to alienate the girl, though he wanted to see how far he could push her. “Fine,” he shrugged before turning to leave. “Although with the way you were stretching with those pjs on, I pretty much already have.”
Laila threw a pillow at him without thinking. Eddie caught it without once looking back, whistling to himself as he left the room.
Laila glared at his retreating back, waiting until the door closed behind him before finally crawling out of bed. She threw on a pair of khakis and a long sleeved shirt before stomping out of the room, bathroom supplies in hand. Eddie was sitting on the couch in her makeshift living room, the TV on and remote in hand. She thought she heard the rattle of an announcer listing golf scores, and even though she loved golf she refused to get any closer to the odious man then necessary. She marched past him without saying a word.
Eddie watched her walk away, admiring the sway of her hips. She was wearing loose pants and a baggy top, but he could still recall what was underneath them. She is…compelling, the other agreed with him.
     What has got you so worked up over her, Eddie asked, You are behaving strangely.
     I do not know, she calls to me, the symbiote admitted.
Calls to you, Eddie mused.
To possess her, the sym explained as best it could. To mark her and protect her. I do not understand it. I have never felt this way before. It is disturbing.
Tell me about it, Eddie agreed.

Laila brushed her teeth and washed her face in record time, wondering what she was going to do about the big bozo. She needed to unpack and get situated, but after that she wanted to eat and then find out about this Carnage who had turned her life upside down. She knew nothing about him, other then that he was huge, red, a great kisser, and seemed to be very dangerous indeed if a creature such as Venom was worried about him.

            Cletus was about to slit another throat. Apparently, there were a few more libraries then he had anticipated. Oh, by about a hundred or so. He had spent the morning going down the list of libraries and had yet to find Laila. The plan might not have been the best, but it was all he could come up with. She had left her apartment with enough clothing in tow to remain gone for weeks. He had no leads; even Spiderman didn’t know much about her. He refused to give up searching for her, though. His ego would not let him admit defeat, and his sym also refused to allow him to have second thoughts. He could feel it boiling in his blood, simmering with a desire that amazed him.
            Personally, Cletus thought the chick was cute and would be fun in bed, but he wasn’t nearly as interested in her as the alien was. He’d screwed dozens of women while joined with the symbiote, but it had never shown any true desire for his partners until now. It wanted that girl badly. Wanted her with a violence that was unnerving. But Cletus liked unnerving, it kept him on his toes. And so he resolutely dialed the number of the umpteenth library listed in the phone book.

            When Laila emerged from the bathroom, she was feeling refreshed and in a much better mood. Determined to be nicer to the oaf, mostly because she had decided he could be useful to her, she walked back into the living room and sank down onto the loveseat, flashing a smile at him. “Since you’re in charge of me, I assume it’s up to you to feed me,” she began, fighting to be pleasant despite chafing at the idea she had a keeper, even if it was for her benefit.
            Eddie glanced at her in surprise, he actually hadn’t even thought of feeding her. He was starving himself. He ignored her jab and said, “I guess so. What do you feel like having?”
            Laila shrugged carelessly. “I’m open to anything. What do you suggest?”
            Eddie grinned, thinking if she were open to anything he could have her on the couch for breakfast, the symbiote seemed to shudder in anticipation at the very thought. “Pizza,” he answered, thinking it was food that could be delivered so she wouldn’t have to leave the warehouse.
            Laila smiled. “Sounds good. Where is there a place we can eat pizza around here?”
            “Uh, I was going to have it delivered,” he replied.
            The smile left her face. “I would really like to get out. I feel caged in here.”
            “It’s the first day.”
            “So what,” she retorted. “I need fresh air. Besides, I want to get a little studying in at the library. I plan on going to school like normal.”
            “I don’t think that’s wise,” he warned her. “Venom won’t like it.”
            “I don’t care what you think or he wants,” Laila calmly responded. “My life will not be put on hold for Carnage, Venom or you.”
            “Listen, you don’t seem to understand the danger you’re in,” Eddie snapped.
            “No, I don’t, and you haven’t given me much information about Carnage, so I’d like to read up on him, which can also be done at the library,” Laila shot back.
            “Fine, maybe once you see for yourself what he’s done, you’ll listen to reason,” Eddie snarled, leaping from the couch and heading for the entrance of the warehouse. Laila followed in his wake, a satisfied smirk on her face.
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