Finding Demons

Part 2.3

James took a deep breath. He had the knife, right there. All he had to do was lift it. All I have to do is lift it, he thought silently. And he would, wouldn't he? He would do anything for her. This is different. He fought against his own logic, giving only desperate reasoning. I didn't want it to end like this.

He looked down at Allya's body. He didn't want it to end like that, either. He took another deep breath and snatched up the knife. Allya's eyes fluttered slightly open and she looked at him through the small slits. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse. "What- What are you doing?"

James smiled. "Saving you."

And he leant forward, allowing himself to do the one thing he had wanted to do since the beginning. For one small moment, he let himself forget that she was dying, what he was about to do to save her, and just let his lips fall on hers. His heart fluttered as he finally gave in to his yearning.

She responded weakly, and finally, he pulled back.

He swallowed over a lump in his throat, and raised the knife to just below his collarbone. His strength would allow him to push the knife through bone, flesh, sinnew, everything. He would push the knife in on an angle.

"Let my blood be thy blood," he prayed. "Let my body be thy body. Let my mind by thy mind, and my spirit, thy spirit. Let my health, be thy health, and my life..." He paused. "Thy life."

He plunged the dagger into himself.

He did not feel any pain. He didn't- couldn't - feel anything. He just watched as a bright golden light erupted from his body and encompassed the dark shadows that surrounded Allya. He felt his Transformation flicker; he did not know what he looked like, what Shape he would assume. All he knew was, he had done this for her.

Sorry for the short chapter! But what do you think?