Eat Me CH20

I slept against Iris’s smooth flat stomach. Last night all I could hear were the screams and pleas of dying elves as they slowly digested in Iris’s gut. Brunnera’s leg trapped my legs in place while the distant squeals of panicking pigs slowly woke me up. The last elf died of suffocation, if not slow digestion, somewhere around midnight. I felt like a guest in the giant home while the pets were treated more like snacks. Just to the left of the bed was the elven village or what was left of it after Iris finished playing.

Despite being friends with the giantesses, I never told them to understand the elves. After all, if Iris began treating us all as friends, it wouldn’t be long before we were all equally food. I needed time and some safety to find the exit.

A whole month vanished with nothing to show for it. The only thing I really improved on was transfiguring the parts and manufacturing gauss rifles. I made sure to pack tons of clips in my inventory and began placing runes on the bullets. They were little things to cause explosions and slightly greater penetration. One clip had a silver round in it just in case of a werewolf attack. Though I imagined if a pack of werewolves tried anything, Iris and Brunnera would have a ball devouring them.

That didn’t mean the giants had no weaknesses far from it. I figured out their weakness rather quickly. Brunnera showed it to me when she took me home. The answer is in the paths they took and why. Practically all the trees around this area had a similar effect and stood much taller than 30 meters. That didn’t mean they couldn’t survive in suboptimal conditions or earth standards, but I imagine it would be much more difficult for their hearts to pump blood to their brains.

Many animals were shaped differently here, moving took even less effort than normal, and I felt I weighed nothing.

“Good morning, Harry. Did you sleep well on my tummy? Did you enjoy the elves’ final lullaby?” Iris asked with a giggle.

To Iris, those elves might sound like a bunch of woodwind instruments. Talking to them would be like speaking with a bug that did nothing but rattle and whistle. Children weren’t known for their kindness either, so the elves were eaten. Elves were also constantly moving into giant territory to make their homes in and around the giant trees. The long-lived species seemed to multiply like rabbits.

“Do you want to go find more elves with me? You can use your thing on the bad ones.” Iris said.

“His dangly bits are too small even for an elf. Besides, he already promised to go hunting with me. So he’s going to use his gun to stop the snacks from running away.” Brunnera said.

She took me out of their home and along her normal paths; only something was wrong. One bull moose should have called out to the others by now, and the herd would have made a break for it. Instead, Brunnera moved as quietly as she could through the woods until she froze as the coppery scent of blood filled the air. We crossed into the grazing field of the local moose herd to see tens of thousands of them dead and surrounded by pale men.

The creatures turned to bare glittering metal fangs, and I searched for the signs. Cracks covered the creatures’ skin, sparking with red electricity as waves of red mass effect fields radiated from their bodies. I recognized them as both vampires and reaper indoctrinated. Or were all vampires merely reaper indoctrinated.

Brunnera took a step back, and a red ball of biotic energy hit her foot. My giantess friend tripped as the vampires hissed and sprinted after us. I brought my gun up and squeezed the trigger.

Even if I restrained my qi, my reflexes were in the upper levels of human capabilities due to various pill enhancements. 10,000 rounds of steel bolts took a long time to empty, and my gauss rifle’s battery put out around the same output as a nuclear engine. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough against an army of blood lusted indoctrinated vampires.

Even as my steel bolts flew and tore two, three, and ten vampires apart, others took their place. Eezo spewed out from their ruined bodies before exploding. Those ripped open would heal because steel wasn’t their weakness and even ripping giant holes in them wasn’t enough. If I used my qi, that would be enough to kill them all. But, unfortunately, there was a chance that using it would trap me here.

If Tom wanted to teach me to value magic, this wasn’t the way. This only showed me that it was fundamentally weaker than qi despite magic's flexibility. I knew of a spell that might work, but I didn’t know how to cast it. Fiend fire wasn’t something I thought I would need. An army of vampires didn’t seem like a priority. Whoever heard of an army of them gathering in this world anyway?

“Capture the giant and kill the wizard; we’ll use her as a hostage.” A vampire shouted over the storm of hissing and gunfire.

I noted that these indoctrinated were intelligent and wanted something from the giant. My thoughts quickly moved to what indoctrinated vampires might want. The image of a reaper flying out of the earth’s atmosphere only to turn back and destroy the planet came to mind.

“Kill me, you bloodsuckers think too highly of yourselves. At most, you might force me to take you seriously, and then you will all die.” So I said and grunted as I realized my ankle was twisted.

Holding my wand in hand, I decided to begin damage control by applying transfiguration and water conjury. I waved my wand, and sticks lengthened and flexed into boa constrictors and anacondas. Charms to animate and electrify fell into place just before the snakes shot after the vampires. I continued to fire and transfigure sticks into snakes, leaves into wasps, and rocks into spike walls. Of course, most of my transfigurations were half-finished afterthoughts meant to slow down the coming horde enough for gunfire to finish them.

I pointed and fired, dispensing death from the end of my futuristic magic gun; even as vampire parts covered the ground, they didn’t stop rushing me. Snakes and wasps barely slowed the monsters down, and the spikes were too fragile and broke against their undead flesh. Brunnera managed to push back to her feet just as one of the undead bastards slammed into my chest. His fangs bit deep into my shoulder, and it was like a dam broke. Where there was one half a dozen bit into me. My weapon jammed started overheating before exploding in my hand. All thoughts of victory dimmed as they greedily drained my life's blood.