Ayla's Supernatural Love Dungeon

“Hun! It’s okay!” Nekros chuckled as he tried to reassure Althea.

Althea pulled her turtleneck up her nose, in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. “But I killed you…again.”

Nekros pulled Althea closer to his side as they continued walking down the street. His lips tickled her ear as he whispered, “And you brought me back. All I care about is that you enjoyed the moment.” He paused for a moment before he continued. “You did enjoy it didn’t you?”

Althea’s face turned bright red and almost blended in with her turtleneck shirt. She gave a quick nod to Nekros answering his question.

Nekros smiled at her reaction. “If you truly feel bad, you can treat me to ice cream. Fair?”

Althea again nodded. “I can do that.”

The couple entered the retro ice cream shop and ordered. Nekros grabbed his mint chocolate chip cone and Althea grabbed her chocolate cherry cone from the vendor. As they walked to a table near the back they ran into Jeff.

“Hey babe,” Jeff greeted.

Nekros noticed Althea winced at the pet nickname.

            “Hi, Jeff,” Althea replied.

            “How come you never called me back?”

Althea jolted at Jeff’s question. “Excuse me?”

            “How come you never called me back, babe?” Jeff repeated.

Nekros switched his ice cream to his opposite hand and pulled Althea closer to him. He turned to her and gave a seductive smile. “Is this guy bothering you, hun?”

            Jeff jeered rudely at Nekros. “Who the fuck is this guy?”

Nekros turned his attention to Jeff. “I’m her boyfriend. And you are?”

Jeff’s lackluster brown eyes narrowed. “I’m her boyfriend.”

            “You broke up with me two months ago and told me to lose your number,” Althea mumbled.

Jeff’s attention turned back to Althea and faked a smile. “Babe that was just a misunderstanding. Can’t you take a joke?”

            “Oh, so you refusing to pick her up after work and breaking up with her over the phone was a misunderstanding.” Nekros glared at Jeff. Jeff was dressed as the typical asshole jock and had the personality of a dumpster fire.

Jeff returned Nekros’s glare. “Fuck off buddy.”

Althea buried herself into Nekros’s side. The action pissed Jeff off.

            “Oh, so the moment I break up with you and you put out for this jerk.”

Nekros pushed Althea behind him to put space between Althea and her ex. “No offense, but her sex life is no longer your business.”

            Jeff bolstered his chest and got into Nekros’s face. “I dated her for years and she never once slept with me, but the moment we break up, she gives you, her cherry. That’s fucked up. That makes her a whore.”

Nekros tilted his head. “Boy, I’m going to give you three chances to apologize to Althea and to back away. I suggest you take them.” For the first time in a while, he let his southern accent slip.

Jeff crossed his arms over his chest. “And if I don’t?”

            “Y’all ‘gon find out.”

The patrons in the ice cream shop watched the drama unfold. The weight of their eyes caused Althea to be uncomfortable. Nekros stood his ground and waited patiently.

            “She’s a damn whore and you know it.”

            Nekros reached behind him and handed Althea his ice cream. Once his hand his free, he squares up against Jeff. “Strike one.”

Jeff scrunched up his face but continued with his beratement of Althea. “You know she’s a freak, right? The only friend she has is that crazy goth bitch.”

            “Strike two and now you need to apologize to Raven,” Nekros said. As he spoke not only did his southern accent grow stronger, but he started to roll his sleeves up to his elbows. His tone made the hairs on Althea’s neck stand up.

Jeff reached out, gripped the front of Nekros’s shirt, and pulled him forward to the point that their faces touched. “She’s a worthless bitch, who’s only a nurse because she can’t cut it as a doctor.”

In one swift movement Jeff was faced down on the floor with one arm painfully extended behind him and Nekros’s boot between his shoulder blades. “Strike three,” Nekros said blandly. “Now y’all can leave on your own or I will remove you.” As the words escaped Nekros’s lips, Jeff’s arm was released and Nekros calmly walked over to a shaken Althea. He wrapped one arm around Althea’s shoulder and grabbed his ice cream with the other. On their way out of the ice cream parlor, the patrons whooped and cheered at Nekros’s action.