House Of Night (Fanfic)

Chap. 3 The Healing

I made my way back to the old barn, slightly scared, trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to gain this things trust, and trust it. I had my pirce strung over my shoulder, full of medical supplies. I reached out and opened the barn doors, half of me wishing it was still there, and the other half wishing it wasn't. There it was, lying on the floor with it's eyes closed. I assumed it was asleep, so I tried to be as quiet as possible, which failed because the door is impossible to close, especially for such a tiny person like me.

After I managed to close the doors, I began slowly walking towards it. I reached it's side, bent down onto my knees, and, stupidly, put out a hand to touch it. It was just so facinating. I lightly rested my hand on it's human like arm and was astonished. It was actual, human skin. Here and there was a feather, but where the feathers weren't was human skin. I lightly ran my fingers down it's arm. Stupid move. It awoke, lunged at me while making a hissing noise. I fell backwards, got on my side, curled up in a ball covering my head. "I'm sorry!" I yelled instinctivly. I was waiting for it to attack me, but nothing happened. I slowly brought my hands down and looked. It was just sitting, crosslegged with it's wings tucked behind it's back, head down, looking at me. It almost looked like it had guilt in it's eyes. I slowly sat up and saw that my bag had exploded all over the barn floor. I stood up and began picking it all up. I noticed that my bottle of wound cleaner was missing. I spun in a circle looking around for it, when my eyes found it. . . In the the hand of the Raven Mocker.

"I. . . I need that. . ." I said quietly with a bit of a hickup in my voice from sobbing when it scared me. It looked down at the bottle, then at me, and slowly put it's hand out, like it wanted to hand it to me. I stood there for a few seconds, in amazement. It is as though this Raven Mocker has compassion. I took a couple steps forward, then a couple more. I was almost within range to grab the bottle. I slowly reached out my hand for the bottle, but it pulled it away. It slowly reached out it's other hand. I jerked back on instinct and it quickly pulled it's hands away. It looked guilty, like it didn't mean to scare me. It slowly reached its hand back out and motioned for me to come closer.

I was hesitant, should I? What if its a trap? I took a step closer and it carefully reached its hand out and rested it on my cheeck. I closed my eyes tightly waiting for my neck to be snapped or something. But it just lightlt ran its fingers through my shoulder length, curly hair, then I felt it pull away. I opened my eyes and it was holding out the bottle. I reached out my hand, cautiously, and took it.

"Thank you," I said. It didn't move or anything. I was still quite baffled as to why it just briefly touched my face and hair. But, who knows. Things were getting quite awkward, well, for me at least. "Um, I, um, noticed that, uh, you are hurt. . . Would you be willing to let me look and see what I can do? Maby I can help."

It just lookes at me for a brief second, and then I heard a rustling behind it's back. It was moving its wings. It let out a muffled moan of pain. It sounded like a human moan. My eyes widened as I stared at it. I wasn't expecting that noise to come from something that screeched earlier. It slowly extended its left wing. It unfolded and extended for miles. Not really miles, but a really long ways. I could tell that it hurt for it to hold it open, because I could see it trembling. It was struggling to hold it open.

"Does it hurt? Is it-" I stopped. I realized I was questioning something that probably couldn't evev talk. I stood up and moved towards the outstretched wing. I slowly reached out a hand to touch it, but the memory flashed through my mind of how the last time I did that, I got hurt. I pulled my hand back, turned my head to look at the creature. It was looking back at me expectantly, curiously. I reached my hand out again, lightly began to examine the wing. Feeling for broken bones, wounds, etc. But I found nothing so far. Although, I was only half way down the wing. I continued examining, when I came to a part in the wing that felt distorted. I lightly pressed on it and the creature let out a screech and pulled its wing back to itself. "I'm so sorry!" I said, "I didn't mean to!" I felt really bad. I probably just lost its trust. It slowly let its wing back out. I looked at it, "I promise I'll be more careful this time. But, when I actually go to clean the wound," I was talking as I was examining the wing again, trying to find that spot,"it will probably hurt. Maby a lot. But I have to clean it and bandage it or depending on the wound. So. . . Bear with me."

I found the wound again, carefully moved the feathers around it out of the way so I could get a better look at the wound. What I saw made me think I was dreaming. There was a hole going all the way through. It looked like a bullet hole. I gasped slightly. "Okay, this is worse than I thought," I looked over at the beast, "it seems that you have a bullet wound. I am going to have to pack this full of moss and other natural healing herbs. And that will be extremely painful. . . I'm just being honest."

It just looked at me emotionless as it usually does. I took that as a go-for-it look. "Okay, stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes." More trusting of the beast, I walked closer to it as I exited the barn. Not really worrying anymore.
When I returned, it was laying on its back with its wings spread open on the barn floor. I walked over to its side and saw its chest breathing at a slow, steady rate. It must be asleep. That's good. Maby it won't feel so much pain. I moved to the wing and began packing the hole. Surprisongly, it didn't wake during this process. I'm glad it didn't, that means that it wasn't so painful.

I was completely exhausted from today. Calling Earth to me so much and having all this craziness happen took all of my energy away. I looked around the barn for a place to take a nap. I saw a couple bales of hay stacked beside one another. It wasn't perfect, but its better than the wooden floor. Which made me realize, it is sleeping on the wooden floor, that can't possibly be comfy. I skittered over to my bag, pulled out a little blanket that I managed to roll up and bring. I unfolded it and laid it over the creature. Although it only covered about from its feet to its stomach area, it was better than nothing.

I walked back to my hay pile, climbed up onto it, and before I even had time to lay down, I was out cold.