Intertwined

5. EYE FOR AN EYE

-Eye for an Eye-

The rain was falling heavily on the rooftop tiles making it sound as if someone was hammering right next to Alexander's head. Despite the loud sound of the storm taking place Alexander barely moved. He remained still on his bed, lost in his thoughts. It was already afternoon and all he could think of was last night's events.

How could he ignore what he saw with his very own eyes?

"I need to get to Annia," he groaned as he supported himself on his elbows. "How am I going to explain to her what I saw when I did not believe what she told me in the first place?"

With his dagger he started slitting some clean cloths, turning them into bandages. He picked one handed a bowl with clean water while with the other he grabbed a bottle with a light green liquid inside it. He placed those carefully on the table before grabbing a needle, some thread and an almost burnt candle.

He sat violently on the wooden chair, looking at his leg. After removing his boot he realized how lucky he was. The bite did not penetrate the thick leather of his shoe, leaving him just with some bruises and discomfort. He wrapped around his ankle a piece of the bandage he made just to give it a little bit of extra support.

His shoulder though did not have the same luck as his leg did. He took off his vest, cringing. Blood was still coming out of the wound, wetting the fabric of his shirt which was already stuck on the dried blood. Images of the creature's changing forms were flashing in front of his eyes as he tried to take off his shirt.

"Just another wound," he murmured. "At least Annia is safe surrounded by the guards. I need to hurry if I want to see her tonight. God, I need to see my angel desperately."

Alexander plunged the cloth in the bawl and proceeded to clean his wound. He then took the alcoholic liquid and let it flow on the cuts of his shoulder making him breathe rapidly. He placed a needle over the low flame of the candle to sterilize it, took a big sip of absinth and started stitching his ripped flesh.

It was not the first time he had to take care of his wounds and cuts, nor it would be the last one. This time though the pain was different. It did not just sting, it felt as if thorns where growing between every slit. Soon after he had passed out. His arm was hanging down with the bottle still in his hand.

"What the hell happened?" He said while rubbing his forehead with his hand.

The fire was setting off, leaving just coals in the fireplace as the sun shone through the window filling the room. The rain has stopped as well but you could still smell the moist in the morning air. Alexander picked himself up and stormed towards his horse. He had to get to Anastasia as soon as possible. Half an hour later he got a glimpse of Anastasia sitting under the thick shadow of an oak tree in a light blue gown .

"Anastasia!" He screamed from the bottom of his lungs.

"Alex?" She jumped the moment she heard his voice.

Alexander jumped from the horse while it was still on the go, ignoring his recently injured leg and running towards her. Finally they were a few inches away from each other, standing still and observing one another. A few seconds later Alexander pulled Anastasia into his embrace, sinking his face in the curve of her neck, inhaling all of her essence as if it would revitalize him.

"I cannot believe I am holding you in my arms," he whispered as he kissed her lips passionately.

"Why? What happened?" Anastasia giggled as she tried mumble these words between their kiss.