The Hunted

Chapter 17

Faith sat there feeling awkward as he motioned his horse to go. They were so close she could feel his chest pressed against her back. Sure she has been near men before and even had a boyfriend or two, even though it never lasted long, but this felt different. Maybe she was so uncomfortable because her Witch senses were telling her to stay away from him? Or maybe she felt guilty because it didn't actually feel that bad at all.

He had no trouble seeing over her head to the trail ahead due to there obvious hight differences. Her hair smelled nice, pine? He thought to himself as he took in the smell. He stopped himself however when he realized that he were acting a bit creepish, even if she hadn't noticed.  "So are we going to tell your mother?" He asked with a half smirk.

Faith froze, wondering what he thought this was, because as far as she knew, he was just a guy giving her a ride home. "W-what?" She stuttered.

He felt her body tense as he smiled knowingly. "About the Witches of course, what else did you think I meant?"

She grew embarrassed as she muttered a "nothing." But he knew better. "So?" He pressed.

"It was a very stupid thing to do," she said as she hoped he would by her act. The last thing she wanted him to do was question, or involve her mother in any way. She wanted to keep him as far away from her as possible. At the moment however she felt that she were doing a pretty shitty job considering she was now with him on the way back to her home. "I would never hear the end of it. She would probably never let me leave her sight again."

"So your heroics stays between the two of us?" He asked and she couldn't help but feel the 'us' sounded personal.

"Please?" She asked as she tilted her head slightly to look at him. She hadn't actually looked at him, or taken in his appearance tonight until now. He wore a gray long sleeve shirt with dark brown pants. His black hair brushed back neatly.  Now that she were paying attention, she could feel his leather sheath that held his sword slightly digging into her hip. Even though he was her mortal enimy she had to admit that he did look handsome, especially in the moonlight as his blue eyes shined through the darkness.

He looked down at her as she awaited his answer. Her black hair fell lossy around her shoulders as her chocolate brown eyes looked up on his questionabily, as if he were actually going to tell her mother against her wishes anyhow? "Of course." He started as he almost lost track on where he was headed due to the current destruction in his arms.

"Thank you." She said, relived. She could only imagine how much trouble he would get her into if he were to run his mouth to everyone, including his already very suspicious father.

"Don't thank me, I can reassur you it is purely selfish," he lied cockly.

She looked up at him again as she wondered what he meant by it.
After a pause, and a slight turn of the reigns to lead the horse down a different, smaller path he continued. "If word got out that a simple farm girl like yourself could do my job, then soon I wouldn't have one." He joked.

She smiled then let out a laugh. "Is that jealously?" She asked almost forgetting intirely who she was talking to.

"I am not a liar," he said as his voice, and general stance lightened. he himself feeling amused by her presence. "So I will not answer that."

"I see." She said smiling to herself. She  turned away from him and cursed herself for slipping up so baddly. How could she sit and joke with him? How could she not be on edge, and be awaiting anything? How could she feel so relaxed?  Guilt began to crawl at her.  His life's mission, and purpose was to exterminate her kind, How could she feel comfortable enough to joke with him.