The Child Of The Apocalypse (CHOSEN)

WARM FEELINGS

RAY
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Ray paced nervously round the large room, while keeping his eyes on Torah as he robbed a special ointment on Alexy's fore head.

Torah had been trying different things on her, but no one was close to working.

Worst of all her body was freezing, she was even colder by each passing minute.

Each passing second Ray's heart began to break, seeing she was in this condition was like seeing himself die.

He couldn't help but think it was his fault, maybe he shouldn't have frightened her by bringing up the whole topic before.

Desperately tried not to think of what might happen to her, this was not just Alexy's problem.

He felt that it was more of his, he was going to lose the second woman he had actually cared for, even if he was not ready to admit he but the connection they shared was quite strong, and this hurt him more than it should have.

Her condition had been the same ever since she had dropped unconscious in the attic, there was no improvement of any such.

Ray was not ready to lose Alexandra just like he had lost the love of his life.

"You would do me much help, if you stopped pacing like a mad dog." Torah nagged, waving a hand at him.

"Why is she not waking up?" Ray
startled.

Torah paused, then gave him a side look, of annoyance and discovery.

"You love her, don't you?" he asked.

"No, I don't." He replied, earnestly. Torah turned away but he was not looking convinced.

"I can feel your warmth from a mile away, and I am not blind, and neither am I a spring chicken. I see the way you look at her, Raymond."

"I haven't loved anyone except my wife for centuries, Torah."

Torah raised his sleeves freeing his arm so he could squeeze the wet towel.

Love? What does that even mean? Ray sighed. A hopeless love, which would be destroyed by time.

A love that cannot win the war coming between them. Ray was not going to let himself fall in love with Alexy, or would he?

He obliterated the thought from his mind, and forced himself to think about his late wife.

Her face, her smile, her voice, her lips, and most importantly her touch.

As he did all his feeling for Alexy were deleted.

I am sorry, I couldn't save you, Leila. I will never stop loving you. Ray swore to himself

"I would be right back, I want to seek my healers." Torah said, than added. "You might want to keep her warm."

With that Torah left the room.

Once again, destiny played the move, leaving them alone, again. Ray did not know what to do.

Suddenly something came to mind, Torah's words.

I can feel your warmth from a mile away.

That was it, she needed warmth. Not the feeling of the blanket, but the feeling of warmth from a human, or man.

Ray twitched at the thought.

Was he going to be betraying Leila? What exactly was he doing wrong? They both of them just kept on being dragged to each other, again and again, until they finally became what? Or was it the prophecy taking it place?

He had to save her life. So, without thinking he removed his shirt, exposing his thick muscle and his skin.

Warm enough? He entered under the blanket next to Alexy, he pulled her close, as the touch of her skin made him cold as he held her strongly in his arms. After a few minutes he felt her eye lash move against his neck.

He sighed in relief, but at the same time he did not want her to think something else, so he pulled would away, and wore his shirt.

Ray's sinking feeling deepened, did that mean she was going to die? Was she seeing an angel just like her mother? And most importantly was she leaving him?

Something urged him to raise her shirt, from the back, and he did just that. Ray gasped at the sight, he knew something had to be terrible wrong and it was.

She had been marked.