Death Has a Daughter

Ch 9 This was NOT in the Manual

"Please help us!" the soul shouted. "You, there, I know you're there, help me!" she yelled as she continued to get closer to where I was hiding. "Help us!" They would be past me in a second, to whoever she was speaking to, but instead of running past me, like I expected, she latched onto me.

"Please help us! I'm not supposed to die yet," she pleaded as she gripped my arms so tightly that I swear they were bleeding. "PLEASE!" Her scream made me jump. She was now shaking me hard enough to make my head spin, and was verging on madness.

"I...I..." I began to stutter, as I looked past her to the Demons that were now running our way, and were merely feet away from mauling her. She was latched onto me, they would think. Shit. My arm latched around her, she grabbed the Guardian's hand, and I teleported us out of there. As we began to port, a shrill scream pierced my eardrums and nearly broke my concentration.

When we landed my ears were ringing and my head was pounding. I had taken us to my and Dave's secret spot in the tall redwood forests of northern California. Where we'd ported when we discovered that just because the law said you couldn't teleport to earth until you finished training, didn't mean that you actually couldn't do it. We'd come here whenever we wanted to get away from everyone else. Our realm just got so boring at times, and this place took my breath away, no matter how many times we came. The cinnamon-colored bark of the huge redwoods was such a unique and fascinating thing to look at. They made anything that was going on in my life seem so small, as I would arch my neck up to try and see the tip-tops of the trees. Dave and I would sit there for hours, when we were younger, and make up stories of giant lumberjacks that must have been created to chop down these trees. We would debate on how hard it would be to take the soul of someone who was fifty times the size of you. A rage started to boil inside me, for now our spot would be tainted.

"How the hell..." I began to say, but she interrupted me when we both stood up from the base of the redwood we'd landed on. Normally I would land on my feet after a port, but the scream threw me off.

"Thank you so much!" she said as she threw her arms around me in a big, warm bear hug. I just looked down at her with my mouth wide open. She was such a tiny little thing, but she had a strong squeeze.

"How can you see me?" I asked, and she released me from her hug.

"I...um," her cheeks blushed, and she took a step back and went silent.

"Oh no. Because of you, those Demons will probably come after me too. You at least owe me an explanation!" As soon as I took one step towards her, I was immediately tackled to the ground. My eyes blinked and when I opened them, there was the blonde Guardian straddling me. His thick, all-muscle thighs had me locked in place as he held his spear to my heart. Looking up into his light-blue—almost violet—eyes, my mouth opened but nothing came out. In my midst of confusion, I had forgotten that I'd also teleported this Guardian with us. I'd been focusing on the girl too much to remember him, and now I was under him, with his spear to my heart, but for some reason, I wasn't afraid. My heart began to race, not in fear but excitement, as I felt my skin tingle and took a deep breath, completely taking his essence in. He smelled so good, like the first day of spring, when everything was being reborn. He had light-blonde hair that hung just at his ears in a loose, wavy mess. Under his baby blues were strong, prominent cheekbones and full lips. He looked like he was in his early-twenties. My silence seemed to agitate him, because I felt the blade break through my uniform and knick my skin. This only made me chuckle uncontrollably—I couldn't help it, I was losing it.

"Stop it, TREVOR!" the soul shouted, snapping me out of it.

"He's here for your soul!" he snapped at her.