Genetics

Chapter 20

I found it hard to control myself as I slashed at Tjaart's severed head. It sickened me that someone like him had managed to survive for so long. I wished I had thought of hunting down the vampires who had tormented my family so much sooner. If I had, maybe everything would be different.

Arms wrapping around me pulled me back to the present and I stared at the disfigured severed head. My face burned with pain and so did my arm and side. I tried to face who was holding me, but I couldn't face who it was holding me.

Whoever it was had decided to use my left side's now blindness to their advantage. I tried to catch their scent to tell if they were friend or foe and I couldn't smell anything above the scent of my own blood and the rotting corpse of the Tjaart.

I managed to elbow the person in the gut and turned to face them as they released me. In front of me was someone I thought I would never see again. He held his stomach as he gasped for air, looking up at me with a confused smile.

"W-Well that's one way to greet an old friend." Damien managed out between gasps for air.

"Wipe my blood off of your body before it turns you into a VL-R2A Tiger-human. Alex died that way, and I won't lose someone else over it." I muttered as I lifted my shirt and felt along my side.

I tried to remember the spell Willow had used to heal small flesh wounds, but some of the words were lost to my memories. I sighed and glanced around the corridor. One of these rooms had the material I needed to stitch up my wounds as well as cleaning them.

"You look worse for wear." Damien spoke as I headed over to a door.

"You saw the mangrove trees out in the courtyard with vampires snared among the upmost leave, correct? I did that. Once the sunlight comes out, I'm hoping it kills them otherwise I will set those trees on fire and roast them." I spoke as I realized this door led to a closet.

"Wait, you did that? How did you do that?" Damien asked in confusion.

"I have magic. I guess I was supposed to be a witch." I grumbled as I opened one of the two doors on this side.

"A witch? So, like Blake Sinclair?" Damien asked as I closed the door in disappointment.

"No. Not like him. I am not some witch's pawn or toy. I am also not like any witches of the Secluded Forest Coven have ever met. I'm not limited to a type or class of magic like they are." I said as I opened the last door.

This is the room I was looking for. I walked in and flipped the lights on. Quickly making my way to the cabinets, I began to rummage through them in search of the bandages and gauze I was searching for. I found both with ease and even found a needle and surgical thread. There was even alcohol wipes and a large standing mirror.

I made my way over to the mirror and pushed one of the moveable trays and a chair. I looked awful. I had blood everywhere and I could tell I had lost a lot so far. Damien stood in the doorway looking at me with a concerned look.

"Please tell me you're not thinking about stitching yourself up." Damien spoke.

"What are you even doing here Damien or are you some hallucination my mind conjured up due to the severity of the wounds and blood loss?" I sighed as I held the needle and fought to get the thread through it.

"I was visiting Alexander's former home. Some friends from high school moved in there so I was paying a visit and saw you peeking over the slope at their kids playing in the back. I figured you came here based upon the fact that it's the only area in the surroundings that you would most likely go to. Plus, that young griffin telling me you had wanted to be left alone here helped solidify where you were." Damien grumbled.