The Invasion

Recovery - A Slow Walk

After 2 weeks of being unable to get up, (don't ask how I managed the toiletries....) I finally had enough strength to get up, and give a few simple steps. Blarion wasn't in the room and I was glad, ever since that day I was skittish with him. I flinched every time he touched me, and I didn't want him close to me. I didn't want him to see me naked either. There was a mirror on the other side of the room, and I cautiously walked there, supporting myself on the furniture along the way. What I saw made me gasp.

My body was very thin, due to this... "illness", my ribs showing, but, more incredible than everything else, was my neck. There, just beneath my ear, my skin was, mostly, smooth, and healthy, except for this pentagram, the lines were slightly raised, as if it had been cut into my skin, and when I touched it, it burned slightly, telling me it wasn't totally healed yet. Maybe it was my impression, but the cut skin seemed to be an unhealthy colour. I got scared and Blarion slam into the room, as if he had every right to be here.

"Get out of here." My voice was strong and for the first time in days not breaking and scratching every time I spoke.

"Lana, you've recovered." He was walking towards me very fast scaring me into a rage. "I... said... get.. out... of... here..." I said so coldly he stopped in his tracks.

His eyes showed a strange expression that I've never seen in his face, and my mind told me he was hurt. How did I know? Because in the last 2 weeks we developed an empathic and telepathic bond between us. When I demanded answers, he said it was because of his marking me, that we were know bonded according to the rules of his planet and species. 

"You gotta be joking me. You... " What word should I use? Mated? Bonded? Shackled me?"You married me against my will? How could you? I trusted you." The sense of betrayel pulsed through my entire body leaving no space for any other emotion. At that moment, I wanted to kill him. His eyes widened showing he could tell the full depth of my emotion. That pissed me off even more. I had never asked for this. In fact, as soon as I had released the other humans, I was out of here. With my own people, away from him, and this damn race, who had killed so many of us. He could say whatever he wanted but I knew, I knew that most of them didn't give a shit to who they'd destroyed, didn't feel sorrow for the babies, born and unborn , they had killed.

"That's exactly why I bonded you. You wanted to leave, you never wanted to see me again. In the Arena, that came on all to clear for me. I lost control, and I hurt you, I'm more sorry for that than what I'll ever be able to tell you.

Lana, I love you. I can't live without you. But you don't listen, you are stubborn, and bull headed, I tried to prove to you that I cared, that I was doing the best I could to help your people, but you didn't see. You were too set in your own ways, too blind. You can't blame me for the rest of my race's feelings. We are as different from each other as you humans are. For all the Gods' sake, just give me a chance."

My hand touched my neck, the pain there very strong, throbbing and insistent. "This is how you prove me that you love me? By hurting me so much that I am unable to get up?"

"That was never part of my plans, I never thought it'd hurt you this much or I would have been so careful you wouldn't feel a thing."

He made a move to lie down in the same bed as me, and, involuntarily, I flinched, stopping him cold. He looked at me sadly and left, giving me the privacy of my thoughts...

"Blarion, get out... Please." My begging eyes seemed to finally get through to him and he left, his cloak floating behind him. I dragged myself to bed, and I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

When I woke up again, the vision around me was so stunning that I was almost convinced I was dead.

In front of me was a screen, with live images of... HUMANS. They were alive, they were well. I was so happy. For the first time in 7 months, I felt... Alive. I dragged my eyes from the screen in effort, and looked at the person who was looking at me from the closest chair from the bed.