Living the Life of a Hell Survivor

Witchless

Zane cradled her crumpled body against his. His warmth wasn't enough to keep her, as her body chilled in his arms.

Danny knelt next to him, stroking her brown locks off her forehead and wiped the tear stain from her cheek.

Owen's face was impassive though his body was shaking where he stood over Zane, his eyes red with pain.

Sunday was left to lay on the ground and slowly came to.

"Lily. You promised me." Zane whispered.

"I was supposed to kill her, what does this mean?" Danny whispered, her voice thick and cracking.

"Your attack helped. You blistered her skin and over heated her blood and body, and Sunday here stabbed her, making her bleed out." Zane said, his voice turning dull.

"Was this how it was supposed to end?" Danny asked.

"The Mutt had to heal me. She had to be involved with the spilling of blood between sisters. My Mate is free and the world isn't dark. Look up." Zane risked a glance at the sky, and fought back a sob.

More stars, you could see more light and color. Like the galaxy had chosen to honor her with beauty.

"What now?" Dannielle asked.

"What else can we do?" Zane asked dully.

"We live. Lily's dead, she gave her life for us to survive."

Zane looked at Dannielle'a wrist. The scars and burns that littered the skin. "So don't waste it." He growled.

The tightening in her chest let loose, and he couldn't hold back the whimper that escaped.

The body in his arms, not Lily; Lily never looked so pale, she was always so alive, had turned cold. There was no rush of blood or flutter in her chest.

The red blood had turned black in the night, but her face glowed with the moon.

Princess, return to us!

"Ok, did anyone hear THAT?!" Danny demanded.

Yeah. "What was that?" Zane whispered.

"She's a fairy. Witch blood. Werewolf family. A Mutt. Maybe the wisps of Nature are calling?"

"Did you hear that?"Sunday whispered.

Zane listened. And he did hear it. The sound of a sluggish heart beat. And the flow of blood in veins.

One breath, and two. The skin in his hands felt so blistered until the skin seemed to smooth and move under his fingertips.

"Her witch. She's lost her witch." Sunday whispered.

Her eyes fluttered open, and then the tears began to fall.

Zane held her closer, and kissed her neck gently.

"You're alive." he whispered. "You're alive."