Kryly ||†|| Felix Volturi

∞ Bracelet ∞

Miranda groaned, touching her ribs where the damn newborn just hit her so hard that if she's a young Nephilim, she would've died in an instant.

"Thought you could heal yourself." Devon crossed his arms.

"Think carefully, boy. Even if I can heal, it doesn't mean this severe bruise could incredibly heal itself in half an hour." She soothe her bruise, pulling up the shirt and put her hand on it.

"That looks bad." Demetri raises his eyebrows when he saw the bruise.

"It feels bad."

The tracker chuckles.

Miranda frowned as she used her power to heal the big bruise which spread it's area through her left ribs and down to the stomach. The purple and blue and red marks started to fade into the normal milky skin colour.

"I need a sleep." She murmured after healing her injuries, exhausting and tired.

Before anyone could take her to her chamber, her body fell down to the ground and her eyes closed.

To everyone's surprise, Miranda's head that was supposed to be hitting the floor was held up and protected by the hand of Felix.

Demetri raised his dark eyebrows. How come his friend move that fast?

"I got her." He said, pulling her up into his arms.

"Whoah, man. That motion was cool!" Devon exclaimed.

"Is she fainted like this always?" Aro turned and asked Rowan.

"No, only when she overused her power." He shook his head lightly.

"Where's her room?" The big guard scooped her body up.

"After me." Teresa stood up and leads him out of the hall.

"You wanna stay until she woke up? It won't be that long. Just a few hours." Daughter of Gabriel asked, pushing the door of her friend's room.

He nodded and laid her down onto the bed.

"If I could."

"Of course you could." The blonde Nephilim smiled.

"Thank you."

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Felix touches the sleeping girl's face softly, expecting this one is the one he's been looking for.

She have the same name as Miranda, his older friend and crush. Her face is alike to her too, even it changes just a little bit from the last time he saw her.

Is she the missing Miranda?

Suddenly, her perfect shaped eyebrow frowned, making him flinch, thinking that she'll quickly opened those beautiful eyes up and crash him into the walls.

But Miranda didn't woke up. Her hands started clenching and her breath is faster and harder.

It seems she have a nightmare.

The big guard lean in closer to hear her murmurs which escaped from her mouth as loud as the soft breeze.

"No...don't...don't hurt him."

Hurt who?

"He's not in this...please, let him go." She sobbed softly.

"Felix, no. No, no, no. Felix!"

Felix?

His hope shone again after his name was called.

She might be Miranda.

"No, please! Felix!!"

He quickly turned to her hand, which grabs his coat like it was the last log in the stormy ocean.

Her eyes were still closed, but her tears run down from those milky eyelashes. Felix softly hold her and touches her hand.

He spotted a bracelet on that right wrist of hers. It was made of dark colored rope, tied together like it was made by a young child.

It was made by him.

He never forgot that small tie, the one she taught him to do it after he seems to admired her bracelet she gave him so much.

Miranda.

It's her.

Felix couldn't help but smiled as widest as he could and kissed her forehead.

"It's you."