Venator : Devil's Moon

V. FAREWELL, SILVERTON

[ Laura ]

I stood there trying to grasp what had happened. But it was way beyond my mind to interpret. If I hadn't been a fan of A Game of Thrones, the scene of me surrounded by half a dozen slashed off bloody bodies would have made me stay there frozen, forever. But that didn't mean the bloody scene didn't disturb me. It did, a lot.

Then I slowly made my way towards Sebastian after realising I could move. After seeing this showdown I had like a million questions arising in my head but when I saw him lying on the road, motionless, my heart stopped. His hair were drenched in blood and his nose was still bleeding. A part of his once blue jeans was now stained red. The portion of his shirt at the shoulder was blood drenched, thanks to me. I felt terrible. If I hadn't had left Sebastian on the first place, all this would never have happened.

"Umm, you alright?", instead he asked me as if my condition was worse than his. Well, actually mine indeed was worse but just mentally.

"It's me who should be asking. About earlier, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt..." I apologised.

"Oh you did mean to hurt me." He replied.

"I'm so sorry. I just.. I just thought that you were not you anymore, but became...."

"A black eyed man. Yeah, I understand, with these men following you everywhere, even I would have doubted everyone I came across." He assured me that it wasn't my mistake.

"I'm sorry for all those injuries, Sebastian. I really am." I apologised again.

"These injuries? Come on, you seriously can't be bothering about these injuries. I happen to get these every now and then. They heal in no time. " He said laughing.

What was wrong with him? Was I just saved from a psycho by another psycho?

I helped him sit straight as he grunted and pulled up his shirt to examine the wound. A long superficial cut adorned his biceps. Blood, dry and wet covered the injury. It wasn't too deep, of course I wasn't a warrior. But still it did make me feel bad. Fortunately, there wasn't any deep injury and his leg wasn't dislocated pretty badly.

I pulled off my sweater and removed the dirt off his wound.

"Laura, I didn't realise you were held by six of those sons of bitches. I was gonna pull off the car but the way you fought, I mean, amateurs cannot even hold off one of those demons and you held up freaking six. That's unnatural even for the unnatural we were dealing with. We need to talk."

"Yeah, we do. My mind is a freakin' supernova." I agreed.

It was now I noticed how strangely good I fought today; curbing my fear and fighting as though I knew every move. Man, I couldn't even defeat my friends in Karate and here I kicked a couple of asses, demon asses.

But today I did feel strange. People talk about this inner feeling but very rarely they get it. Today, I was getting this very inner feeling. I felt as if something within me was influencing me to fight. As normally, I didn't get any desire to fight. Yes, I was courageous but violence was my last resort.

I was about to band aid the wound using my sweater but Sebastian interrupted.

"Laura, before that, would you mind getting a flask, it should be in the glove box."

I nodded and walked towards the smashed car. It looked dusty, old, I mean older even for vintage and didn't look like it had a great mileage, naturally. Well, later I realised I was wrong. Sebastian had the engine modified. But the glove box and radio equipment, and the rest of the stuff was still grandpa old. I wondered why did he drive this piece of crap.