Scars of the Fallen

Chapter 5

Lizelle takes off. Determined to get away. She knows facing 3 fallen the odds are against her, though maybe if she can retreat; there is still hope.

She runs as if she is lacing a ribbon around the trees. Fluid and swift.

However, Damon manages to cut her off. Her feet skid in an attempt not to crash into him head on. The same determined look is on his face when he headed her off in battle.

"I don't understand you," she challenges. "If you really want me to survive like you say. Why won't you let me go when you say you're the one who wants to protect me from them."

His silver eyes deep and focused on her. The air about him is of a mystical creature that makes the night not seem so dark.

"Hey! Not you too!" The trance is broken as she realizes the others are now close behind, but they keep their distance. Unlike Damon, he is so close she can tell how warm he is. "Listen I know you don't know us." He holds his arms up as if she is a rare species he does not want to scare off. "But Heidi and I love humans!"

Heidi nudges Marcelous in the side, picking up on something he is missing, "Lets leave these two for now.'

"But Heidi!" he whines.

"We can't get her to trust us by forcing ourselves on her." The bright smile returns, glowing against the moon. 'I'm happy I've gotten to see one of you again. Marcelous is the same way. He always loved how humans were as a species. I'm sorry if our excitement has scared you." She takes Marcelous' arm and even though you could see the hesitation in his body; he obeys her and they take off into the night.

Lizelle tries to step around Damon, but he obstructs her path again. "Why won't you let me leave?" She demands. Her green eyes blaze in a way that takes Damon aback.

When settled, his face becomes heavy. "Because you are in no condition to be on your own."

"Just because that one demon got the better of me doesn't mean I'm a weakling."

He smirks as her fury raises. There is something about this fire that he can't help but admire. His eyes glow with admiration. "On the contrary, I think you have great potential. I was surprised a human had your kind of skill to be honest."

The growing grin on his face makes her insides sharpen, she feels as if she is being mocked. Drawing her sword, she charges. Like lightening her attack is stopped with his clash of his own weapon, though he happens to while only holding his blade with one hand. "I don't want to fight you, especially when you are injured." He is deep and serious.

Lizelle is taken aback, "I'm not injured."

Shoving her blade back, he pulls her in closer. His face an inch away from hers as he tenderly brushes a finger down her spine.

An electrical charge of twinge shoots simultaneously down her legs and up her head. The sharpness makes her bell out in agony, but her eyes lock on him. Sorrow and an empathetic pain flows deep within his expression.

Even though everything about it showed he did not want her to feel any pain, she shoves him back. In which, he doesn't resist. "I can still fight even with a minor wound." Her blade held up ready to take on his next attack.

"You're the type to push yourself past your limits."

Lizelle is speechless.

"You need to let yourself recover."

Rarely had there been times where they were allotted recovery. They were pushed to push past limits and passed the pain. It was told to them it was the way to ensure survival.