Cinderella, The Monster Slayer

Chapter 22

Hello, you lovely people. I'm finally back. I finished my last diploma paper and free to write. Sort of. Anyway, since they made some changes to the Watty rules....I'll be writing like mad trying to finish this before the deadline. Ignore and apologies for the grammar mistakes and error because I'm really trying to finsh this on time. I appreciate your every support. Heck, it's 6.8 K. That's freakin insane. Thank you, guys! You're awesome.

P.S : This chapter is dedicated to the lovely Dana Adams, because she's freaking awesome and you guys should check her out her work :)

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She was anxious. Anxious and very nervous. Pacing in her room with clean clothes, her battle suit placed in the washing machine, she waited for Angela to return from treating Henry at the lair. She wanted to see Henry. She needed to know that he was alright, that he was safe and very much alive.

The moment they reached the lair, she sat next to him while he was on bed, holding his hand tightly. She wanted to stay but Angela told her to leave the room while she mended her. She argued with her but in the end, Angela managed to get her to agree.

“Believe me, Ela. You have a very badly injured vampire in there whose losing lots of blood...you don’t want to be there.”

“What about you?” Elektra asked.

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m a sorceress remember? Hungry vampires don’t scare me.” She replied before going back into the tube and headed to the lair.

The sound of the tube elevating stopped her pacing as she turned her head towards the hidden wall. Angela came out of the glass tube, looking very restless with her sleeves covered with blood. However, she noticed how her cheeks flushed and it raised curiosity in her.

 Elektra wanted to ask her what was wrong but her question died when her eyes saw Angela’s wounded shoulder and noticed that it still wasn’t treated.

“Sit here.” Elektra ordered, her eyes gestured at the bed.

Angela raised an eyebrow at her before sitting on it while Elektra went to her cupboard and took out a first aid kit.

Angela was about to protest but Elektra gave her a pleading look. Taking a seat next to her, Elektra mended Angela’s wounded shoulder.

“He’s fine. Tired...might need some sleep but he’s okay.” Angela broke the silence between them.

“That’s great.” Elektra replied, letting out a sigh of relief.

Silence fell between them again before Angela broke it. “He doesn’t blame you, you know?”

Her words made Elektra froze, looking into Angela’s eyes before putting the tweezers with the cotton swab away.

“It was my fault.” She said, her eyes not meeting Angela’s.

Angela sighed, placing a hand on Elektra’s shoulder. “What is the point in blaming yourself?”

Closing her eyes, Elektra sighed with her head hung low. “I don’t...I don’t know...maybe because it was my fault. I shouldn’t have gone to Craig for information.”

“You needed information and you were desperate. You were deceived. It was not your fault.” Angela said, patting Elektra’s shoulder gently as she gave her a tender smile.

“Besides, Henry’s fine now. He’s alive. Don’t beat yourself up for it.”

Raising her head to meet her eyes, Elektra gave her a small smile. “Thank you.”