The Unforsaken

Chapter Twenty One - The Unforsaken

Chapter Twenty One

After a while, I remembered why I was here, and why Hunter had given his life, so I stood up and turned away from Hunters body to go find Dante. It didn’t take me long, since I knew his sent so well and soon I was kicking down a door to what looked like an office room and found Dante on the floor with chains around his wrist. He was lying in blood, and he didn’t react to the door being opened and at first fear struck me, but then I heard the dull thud of his heart beat and my racing heart calmed. I rushed over to him and knelt by his side, gently shaking him to see if I could get a reaction, “Dante, can you hear to me?”

He didn’t respond, but I didn’t let that get me down, instead I looked around the room to see if there were keys for the chains that were holding him to the wall. My gaze searched the room before I noticed them sitting on a table. I got up and snatched them from the table, before returning to Dante’s side and unlocking the chains that bound his wrists. Underneath his wrist were raw and bloody from him fighting against his restraints, and it brought tears to my eyes because I knew that it would have been from him desperately trying to save his sisters life. I placed my hand over Dante’s chest and closed my eyes, mentally going over his body to repair any damage done. I found he had three cracked rips, and that one of those ribs had punctured his right lung, causing internal bleeding.

I worked on getting the ribs back into place first and removed the blood from his lung before it drowned and collapsed, before healing up the puncture. I then slipped his broken jaw back into place, which earned me a groan of pain from Dante, which made me hopeful that he would live. I quickly healed up all the small knife wounds all over his body and checked to make sure there wasn’t any further injury that needed attending to before sitting back and staring at his still body. Why wasn’t he waking up? There was no injury to stop him from regaining conciseness. My heart had begun to pound in my chest with worry, when it hit me. He had lost too much blood, and as a vampire he needed blood to survive, even more so then humans. I had no other option; I was somehow going to have to make him drink my blood.

I tried to get him up into a sitting position, but the jagged movement sent a shooting pain up my side, making me curse the wound in my side. The down side of my angel healing powers, I couldn’t heal myself, I had to wait for my body to heal itself, which would take longer than usual because I was wounded by a demon blade, which is forged by a metal that can only be sourced in hell. It was the only metal that is able to mortally wound an angel, and the demons keep it a secret, where they get it from. Our weapons were all forged in metal that the first angels had when they were first sent to earth, we just keep changing their design as time goes by.

Once I had gotten Dante up into a sitting position, I frowned trying to think how I would get him concise enough to bite down into my neck and drink blood. Biting my lip I slapped his face, just hard enough that it should sting him, but all I got in response was a grunt of pain. I sighed and stared into his face, before remembering how then smell of blood had changed the colour of his eyes the other night, and how he had sucked the blood off my lip. An idea in my head, I lowered my fingers down to the wound in my side, and dug them inside, letting out a short gasp of pain. I pulled my bloodied fingers back out and whipped the blood over the nape of my neck. I then pulled Dante’s face towards my neck, hoping that this would work, and that I wasn’t going to lose Hunter for nothing. It worked alright; I felt teeth rip into the flesh of my skin, causing me to cry out with fright, before getting a hold of myself, and controlling the erg to fight him off.

The wound in my side was still bleeding, so the loss of blood from my neck was causing the room to spin before my eyes. I fell onto my back, with Dante falling on top of me and winding me. He was no longer ripping into my neck now, but instead was drinking slowly, but it didn’t help with how dizzy I felt. I really must have been losing it because in the distance I could hear my father calling out my name. His voice was getting louder and louder but I couldn’t bring myself to turn and look around, instead I lay there my vision going blurry. I didn’t care though, I had done what I came here to do, I had saved Dante, and he would return to Luke like I said. So as I blacked out on the concrete floor, I blacked out with a smile on my face.