The Marked People

Turning the Tables

Phoenix

I give a cry as Indigo drops to the floor her blood flowing out of her like a rose blooming. Picking her up I run out of the bathroom and the glass separates for me, reforming once I've run through.

As I run her words echo through my mind, I will not let her win, especially not like this.

I carry her down through my mansion until I reach the medical bay. Once I'd started to hunt I'd had one installed in case of an accident. It's more for Aron actually, he's the one that always takes risks. I give a yell for Patrick who hearing the worry in my voice comes running only to stop at the stairs and open his arms exposing the gliding wings we have.

He glides down the numerous flights of stairs using his tail as a rudder. Gliding down is a lot faster but I still feel as if time is slipping away, time that is invaluable at the moment.

My markings are a neon green meaning mirroring my fear for Indigo. Vibrant, strong minded Indigo. Patrick doesn't waste time. He quickly lies her down and gets me to apply pressure to the wound while he rushes around grabbing things.

Patrick sterilisers her wound but suddenly stops "I don't think she needs help, look." I look down and see that the wound has stopped bleeding. I half shake my head, my mouth moving to form words that don't leave my throat.

"I won't be surprised if in an hour or two that's fixed, I doubt it will scar." Patrick remarks.

I nod "Good." It's all I can manage to say as I watch transfixed. At first I was curious about her. When she'd escaped I wanted her, mainly because I couldn't have her. But now, after seeing how she raw she is with her emotions, willing to do anything to save that other human Demon, loyal to her cause that she would die for it, I'm starting to walk a dangerous path.

After all we're so different, not to mention she hates me, but my marks start to shift colour as I think of her. I don't love her, not yet, but there's something there.

Watching her I raise an eyebrow in surprise and say "Patrick? You know how you said her wounds would be healing in an hour or two? Well I think minute or two is more accurate."

Patrick examines the new skin and gives a smile "It looks like you have nothing to worry about, I'm guessing she didn't know the true extent of her healing abilities either, otherwise I'm sure she would have tried a lot harder to kill herself."

Shivering at his words I thank him. Leaving her in the bed I make a few minor adjustments to it, like handcuffing her left hand to the bed, jus tin case she wakes with thoughts of running.

The idea of her leaving fills me with an ugly twisted emotion and I'm not sure what I'd do if she escaped. Somehow I have to prove my feelings to her and convince her that we were meant to be together. At the moment I'd even settle with her getting over her need to kill me.

Indigo

I jerk awake, my first thought being that heaven, hell or whatever this is, is extremely strange, considering I'm handcuffed to a bed in what looks like a hospital room.

I swear under my breath, either this is the afterlife or my accelerated healing is a lot faster than I thought it was. Looks like bleeding out isn't an option in trying to off myself off. Until now I've loved my healing ability, looks like every gift has a downside to it.

I look around and using my hearing detect no one's around. I look down at my wrists. I know I've always insulted the marked people by saying they're stupid but this time they really are stupid. Or perhaps Phoenix is just his very own kind of idiocy. I mean, sure they cuffs are unbreakable but still he didn't think this through.