Dark Wing

Chapter 4

Alison's heart was staggering, her breaths sharpened and her body covered with unhealed bruises. The cold air pinched her skin and the crispy mist blurred the forest floor. The icy wind blew through her hair as she dodged the tree trunks and raced through the forest in speeds unknown to man.

As much as Alison kept pushing, she could feel her body beginning to oppose her. Her feet endured excruciating pain and couldn't find the strength to go further.

Alison's senses suddenly became vigilant as she heard the gushing sound of running water up ahead. Knowing what lied before her, she began to speed up, using all her strength and giving everything she had left. Her body began hyping up because of all the adrenaline rushing through her veins. As she came closer, a massive river came into sight; Alison would have to use all her strength to pull off a jump like that.

Without any more track left, she planted her foot deep in the ground and kicked back with all the energy she had left in her body.

Alison flew through the air, feeling her completely weightless body cut through the wind. She could get a glimpse of the water flowing below her feet as she reached out to the edge of the river. Upon her descend, she felt a sharp pinch in her knee and totaled severely into the cold harsh ground.

Alison whimpered.

She rolled achingly through the bushes and hit the bark of a tree trunk. Laying there for a moment in the cold mist, unable to move, Alison felt an agonizing pain coming from her left side. Her breathing was rapid and her skin felt like ice, cause the pain to throb even more. Alison turned her shaking body on her back, so that she faced the tree tops. Her trembling hands began to lifting up her torn clothing so that she could locate the pain.

She cried out with a broken voice as her fingers brushed against her lower rib. The wound wasn't healing, resulting in her losing a lot of blood. Alison couldn't find the energy left to stand or even move.

Black spots started forming around her eyes.

"Get up," said Clark.

She slowly gazed to the side and saw her uncle standing right beside to her.

"I can't…," she cried, her voice shrilled and broken.

"No, you just won't,"

"I think I broke my rib..."

"If you want to survive, you're going to need to stand up," he said, throwing a blood bag a few feet away from her and disappearing through the trees.

There was no sound in the forest except for the sounds of rushing water. Alison stared at the bag; it was too far for her to reach for it. Her pale skin cracked at the touch of her hands. She used her arms to turn her body around, so that she could lie on her stomach.

The bag wasn't too far away from her, although in the condition that she was in, it seemed nearly impossible to retrieve. Using her arms, she pushed hard on the ground, attempting to drag her body forward. She could feel her body numbing; there was no feeling in her hand and feet. Her heart beat was weak and unstable, she felt her eyes growing tired and seeking a rest.

Although vampires could heal, they were not immortal, just like most species they would eventually grow old and die.

She scrapped her elbows on the ground and winced as she felt the cold rough forest floor. With just a few inches away, she stretched her arm out to the bag. Her muscles were pulling apart and her wounds began tearing open. She could feel the plastic under the tip of her fingers. With one last stretch she finally gripped her hand around the bag and pulled it closer to her.