The Captive

Chapter 17: Something Fishy

Scar's POV

When I woke up, it was to the delicious smell of cooking meat and a squeal.

I shot up, just Vas was in trouble.

I looked around swiftly when I saw her in the river. Her skirt was hiked up to an unreasonable length, showing more skin than not. Fish flopped about and would hit her and splash water.

She cursed, laughing and caught the next one that jumped out of the water. She hiked out of the water, jumping back and forth, splashing water everywhere.

It made me smile to watch her so happy, until I reached up and felt a sore spot on my head.

I pulled my hand away and saw red residue. Blood.

She exclaimed "Hey, you're awake. Did you have a nice nap?"

I drawled "Why yes, I did. I don't remember falling asleep."

She waved me off "No one ever does."

She turned over the fish that were shishkabobbed through on a stick and propped up over the fire. "How exactly did you start the fire?" I asked.

She smirked and started working a stick through the now dead fish she'd just caught "Old family secret."

I frowned at her, but she only gave me a wicked grin. It made me suspicious.

I looked around "Why are we here?"

She shrugged "Beats me."

I shot her a glare "No it doesn't. Why are we here?"

She looked me in the eye and shrugged "Maybe you...hit your head as you were napping."

I felt something tingling at the back of my mind.

I stared at the flames as she bounded off back into the water.

She danced around in it for a few minutes, just playing around when she turned to me "Get in here. I'm going to teach you how to catch fish like a man."

I staggered to a stand "Why am I bleeding."

She snorted "Berries."

It looked like blood and smelt like blood "You're lying."

She sighed and stood up, propping her hands on her hips and giving me a pointed look from the water "What reason do I have to lie about that?"

I opened my mouth.

I shut my mouth.

She raised her brows "That's right. I don't. Now, roll up your pants and get your arse in here."

I sighed and did. I took my shirt off too. I didn't miss the way her gaze wandered to my chest and stayed there "Enjoying the view?" I asked, with a knowing smirk.

She looked me in the eye with a mischievous glint and shrugged "I've seen better." She said nonchalantly.

I felt a wave of pure rage and jealousy wash over me. "Oh, you're going to get it." I called as I jumped in and started splashing her.

"What are you doing?" She yelled, hopping away from my advancing splashes.

I smirked "Giving you a bath!"

She squealed when the water hit her this time.

I didn't expect her to run forward and tackle me.

I went under the water and emerged still with her on my chest. She fell off with a scream and hit the water with a deafening boom.

She sat there, soaking, her hair stuck to her face.

She was breathing harshly.

"I told you..." I panted playfully "I was going to give you a bath, kitty."

She sighed and pushed her dripping hair out of her face "You sorry bastard. We're going to freeze. More likely, I'm going to freeze and you're going to go behind the bush and lick your arse. Do wolves do that too? I know for dogs it's practically a past-time."

I snorted "Oh please, we'll be back in town before sun sets. Now, wench, I thought you said you were going to teach me how to catch a fish?"

I offered her my hand and she took it  "Bloody bastard." She muttered before showing me.

Vasilisa's POV

I pulled off another sliver of the tender fish meat. 

It was quite delicious.

Scar seemed to be enjoying himself too.

I could tell because he'd actually shut up for once.

I'd gotten lucky that he hadn't asked anymore questions about the "berry juice" or his "nap".

I'd then have to explain to him, when his memory returned, about how exactly I summoned a rock to hit him in the head.

I could only imagine what would happen if it was found out I was a witch.

The churchgoers have been trying to find proof of it for years...before I actually knew I was one.

I almost snorted at the memory of when several of them cornered me in the market, trying to pressure me into attending service. Maybe God would forgive me for my heathen ways. All that load of bullshit.

"Are you sure we just came out here to nap?" He asked.

I glanced at him and swallowed the fish in my mouth "You...uh...fell asleep before you told me what we were out here for. You were looking really tired before. When was the last time you slept...you know...besides just a while ago?"

He frowned, thinking it over. Crisis avoided for now.

"I'm not sure." He mumbled.

I sighed "Maybe you need to go to the cells for a while. That's about all there is to do down there."

"Oh poor baby." he cooed.

I scrunched my nose at him "Don't be a bastard, bastard."

He snorted "You know, if you'd said that to me three weeks ago, I would've snapped your neck and dumped you in a grave."

I gave a pfft sound "Sure, and I'd sprout horns, a tail, and start carrying a wicked trident."

He looked like he was considering it "You know..."

I threw the fish head that was laying beside me at him. It his face and he chuckled.

We finished our lunch in silence and then stood. "You go on ahead. I'm going to put the fire out." I said.

He nodded and went off. When I thought he was far enough ahead, I snapped and watched as the flames blinked out.

I jogged to catch up to him.

"That was quick." He said, surprised.

I shrugged "It was already going down."