Seeker (Completed)

A Fallen Angel

If only I had some amera. I had read about it somewhere in the library. It's a herb that only grows in the Fairy realm but it has the ability to stop bleeding. But I'm not in the Fairy Realm so I cant get any. A small part of me is thinking: are you crazy!? Hello he's the bad guy, let him die! But a larger, more dominant part tells it to shut the hell up. I stab my dagger into the ground; my face is tear-stained. I recall everything I can on amera; what it looks like, how to use it and I just wish I had some. Then the strangest thing happens, out of the ground, where my dagger is, a small yellow patch begins to form followed by bristling yellow leaves. I can't believe it. Amera.

I don't even give myself time to logically think this through like: wow, this is weird maybe you shouldn't touch it Layls my girl or I think you are hallucinating and need to submit yourself into a mental institution. Nope, I just pick the leaves ferociously, spit on them, mush them together, ripe his shirt off and apply the paste to the wound. His breathing becomes more regular and I let out a sigh of relief. Now I just need to stitch him up.

I walk back into the Tavern and the man stumbles back towards me. "Changed your mind sweetheart?" I shove him aside. "Not a chance." I walk up to a girl that's behind the counter. "Do you have a needle and thread I can buy, please?" She seems confused, "That's an odd request but if you're willing to pay." She gives me some and I purchase it along with a mug of watered down wine because when I asked for water I got the 'are you crazy' look.

After I've stitched him up it's dusk. I send a silent thank you to my mother for forcing me to do first aiding classes. The boys are most likely tearing their hair out with worry, well not so much Justin but definitely the other two. Well there's nothing I can do other than wait for Thorn to wake up. I pull my dagger out the ground and almost immediately the patch of amera disappears, I put it back in the crack but to no avail. An idea forms in my head. I glance at Thorn who's still passed out, well I've got time to try it. I plunge the dagger back into the earth and I think of a rose. I think of its beauty, of its smell and I think of how badly I want a rose to appear right now. I open my eyes and out of the dirt grows a thorny stem that's bud blossoms into a blood-red rose. I pull the dagger out the ground and sure enough the rose shrivels back into the ground, gone forever. Man, this is a bloody cool trick. I grin to myself.

I hear a cough and a groan and I turn my attention back to Thorn. The fading light casts a shadow on his features; he eerily resembles a fallen angel. His eyes flicker open and find mine. I look away quickly because I know what affect they have on me. He coughs some more and I carry the glass of watered down wine to him. "They didn't have water." I apologize as I held it to his lips, he tips his head back and drains the mug.

The sun has mostly set and most the light is filtering in from the moon. "Well don't you want to know why I saved you?" I don't even know why I ask that, maybe just to fill this awkward silence because if truth be told I don't really know why I did. He shakes his head and I ask him why not. He looks at me but luckily I can't see his eyes in the dim light. "Because I already know why." He sounds exasperated like he didn't want to know, that the knowledge is a burden. To say I'm baffled would be the least of it. "Well can you tell me 'cause I'm not to sure myself." I'm met with silence.

He struggles up so I place my hand on his arm to help pull him up. I can't help but be memorized by his amazingly sculpted muscles. We are so close; I can feel his breath on my forehead. Warmth radiates off of him even though it's freezing. I didn't notice the cold until now. I shiver as a chill seeps through my body. "How are you not cold?" He shrugs and mutters something about it being a werewolf thing. Then as if this situation couldn't get anymore out of character he pulls me into his embrace and rubbed his arms up and down mine. His heat fills me but I'm not satisfied...I want more. I'm not thinking rationally, I'm overcome by something completely foreign to me. No matter what the consequences in this moment I want him, need him. His arms settle on the small of my back and I look up into those dark pools of his eyes. My breathing shallows; his face is a mask - unreadable.

"Thorn! Thorn you out there?" I hear Erik's voice somewhere in the distance and just like that our daze breaks a part and so do we. I fade back into the darkness, slinking further back into the alley. "Ya, I'm here Erik!" Thorns voice echoes.

"Thank God I found you. Where the hell have you been all afternoon? What's that? F*ck Thorn! Who F*cking stabbed you?"

"That psycho b*tch of a seeker. Some doctor, or physician, or whatever the hell you call 'em in this era, found me and stitched me up."

"How the hell was she able to stab you?"

"I barley even saw her, she came out of no-where."

"Well I'm glad you're all right bro. Don't worry we'll make sure she gets what's coming to her."

With that I slinked out of the alley and disappeared into the night.