the Vampire's Mistress part two

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apparently embarassed to have been caught in his interrogation, it shut David up.  

and i,, still not having the nerve to voice my next question without appearing an ungrateful wretch, i just bit my bottom lip as he started rubbing the oil. First on my still, bleeding shoulder, then my wounded arm.

his motions nimble and sinously graceful.

i tried not to stare at how the slightest motion of his head made one dark lock drop on his brow, or blush whenever his gaze seem to ran over my face a little longer than necessary.

his touch, was light, gentle.  as if he was loath causing pain in my already stinging wound.

i didn't miss the looks of dissaproval etched on David and Allen's faces as they stood and watched the young proctor work on my wounds.

but neither of them voiced it.

perhaps they decided it  was better  and saved more time than waiting for me to bleed to death while they took me back to their parent's house.

and on the back of my mind was the bitter resentment that this young, handsome proctor was here, treating my wound with such care when he didn't really knew anything about me,  when the very, vampire i was bound to was off somewhere, busy and unmindful that something might have happened to his mistress.

did he even wasted a single moment worrying about me?

i couldn't help but wonder. i didn't like the answer that immediately came to mind. so i just returned my attention back to the young proctor/

who had by then, dabbed a tear drop amount of oil on my arm and was slipping the cork on the vial back again.

At first, there was nothing. then there was a cool, icy sensation of being bathed in peppermint jiuce on my wounds. and much to David, Allen and mine;s amazement, tiny, bubbles erupted on my injured skin, which soon dissipated to reveal the now, dark, reddish scars where only moments ago, were angry bleeding slashes.

the pain had faded altogether, so were the weakness from my limbs.

to my delight, i could feel the strength rushing back to my body.  

it was incredible.  the young proctor extended a hand to help me up.  not wanting to be rude by declining, i obliged.

i shuffled on the balls of my feet. awed-struck and embarassed at the same time.

" Um.. that was really some magic oil you've got there. and i wouldn't have known what i would do if you hadn't come. Thank you so much for helping me..."

" Michael Pearce, and it was nothing really. i always bring that bring that magic oil wheerever i go, but somehow i never gotten around to using it, until you gave me the oppotunity that is.   anyway, you must be more careful. such, a lovely girl like you shouldn't be marred by scars."  i shivered when his hand traced my cheek.

here, Allen Moved to stand between us.

" Thank you so much, but as much as we like to forego this social niceties, proceeding with the delayed test requires our attention now." Allen smiled, but no there was no warmth in his eyes.

David simply glared at Michael, who ignored the other two completely to slip something on my palm.  i looked down to see that it was the small, crystal vial.

he gave me a little wink, then walked off to meet the the other proctors, who didn't seem at all pleased by all of it.  

i was thankful when they voiced no complaint but went on to announce the continustion of the test.

ready this time, i resumed my position and waited for my opponet to deliver his attacks.

i swung my sword just in time to prevent getting sliced by the neck.

metal clashed against metal and i disengaged myself first. then seeing an opening, swung my sword in a wide arc.   it hit my opponent on one shoulder blade, the second on his middle just above his stomach.  the third knocked my opponent's sword right off of his hand, landing with a loud thud on the ground.

thereby, making me the winner.

even though the thick droplets of blood flowed from his shoulder blade, he betrayed no sign of being hurt and was a good sport of approaching me and shaking my hand after it was all over.

it was then that i made a startling discovery; with his mask yanked off of his face, my opponent was actually a very, beautiful girl. a living doll with her long strawberry blond hair, pale unblemished skin, cute nose with matching rose bud lips and large, round eyes the color of sapphires.

her appearance was a complete contrast to the dark, forbidding looks of the man i'd imagined she looked like behind the mask.

she seemed only a few years older than i was. but it was the air of sophistication and the same, depth in her eyes that told me otherwise.

just looking at her made a huge crack on my already low- self esteem.  everything about her was polished, regardless of the ghastly wound she'd acquired.