Darklight Chronicles

Chapter 2

Ravin laid lifeless on the ground, her leg was healed but her neck from the bite and chest where the silver blade stuck out weren't healing at all. Silver was in her blood stream now which would slow if not completely stop her healing ability.
Alrek quickly rushed over to Ravin and pulled the knife from her chest, throwing it across the room.

“Stay with me damn it!”

He cried out, grasping her shoulders, trying to rouse her with a hard shake.

He desperately looked around but saw nothing that would help. His only option he saw was to offer his own vitae to save her.

His hand clasped his dagger and sliced at his wrist, holding it to her mouth.

“Drink damn you! Don’t die on me!” He shouted, tears flooding his eyes. A look no one had ever seen from him before.

Ravin groaned weakly as he pulled the knife from her chest, causing more blood to seep out as drench the dress even more. She could hear his voice in her head but it was so quiet and distant. A few moments of silence passed as he held his bleeding wrist to her lips, his blood dripped into her mouth. Another couple minutes passed and Ravin slowly started to open her eyes, she reached up with a trembling hand licked his wrist and the cut slowly healed.

"I... I'm sorry..." She said in a very weak and soft voice. Loud footsteps could heard nearing the doorway to his home.

“Shit.” He whispered and picked her up, carrying her into the back room.

“Stay quiet.” He quietly instructed then went back into the main room, sword in hand incase it was not an ally.

Ravin laid there and weakly nodded to him, she was having trouble breath and could feel the silver stinging as it traveled through her veins.

The footsteps approached and a voice he knew could be heard, "What the hell? Alrek?! Are you alri-" The voice stopped as a man stepped through the doorway.

Alrek let out a sigh of relief that it was only one of his squires.

“Bloody hell. Those fangs were everywhere. Is everyone alright?” He inquired tiredly as he sheathed his blade back into its scabbard.

"Yes sir. Very few have serious injuries and they are already in the infirmary. You should go to and get that arrow removed." The young squire said with a concerned tone.

“Bah. I’ll be fine. You should tend to your comrades and help clean up the bloody fort.” He brushed off his concern as if he had only been scratched. “All I need is a feather and I’ll be good as new.”

"As you wish, Sir Alrek. Shall I have one of the builders come by and repair your door?" He asked softly. There was a noise that came from the direction of the back from but the fire crackled louder so it covered the sound.

“Yes, and have my horse prepped and ready for travel.” He motioned for the squire to leave then walked back towards the backroom, closing the door behind him.

The squire bowed and left to do as he was ordered. Ravin was laying in the room, wincing in pain, small silver flecks were being pushed out of her body on it's own as it was trying to heal. This process was going to be slow and very painful for her. She looked at Alrek and a weak smile crossed her lips.

"Y...you're ok..." She said in a whisper but with a happy tone.

He kneeled beside her and gently brushed her hair from her face.

“Of course I am.” He smiled and kissed her forehead. His eyes showed deep concern and love for her. Alrek’s wrist dripped with crimson ichor.