The Demon's Angel

Chapter 12

Elizabeth
The ride to Italy was unnaturally slow. Kurt and I went through what felt like ten board games, slept, and talked forever. Everyone seemed to be anxious. After our hard work, we were ready to just get there and blow the audience out of the water. Eighteen hours was way too long.

  We started setting up right away once we finally arrived. I'm pretty sure that we set some records with the speed of it. My ability to fly helped things go faster, as I could get up to places that were difficult for normal people to get to. That, plus Kurt's teleportation and climbing ability, made it take about two hours to get all of the tents put up. Once we were done, everyone was sent away to rest for the next day.

  When I was finally able to drift off that night, my dreams haunted me, which wasn't strange. Nightmares were a regular occurrence for me, but this one was different. One moment, a huge crowd was cheering on our performance. Then, the dream changed to my old trailer, where I was held prisoner. The separator was up. I slipped around it, hoping quietly that I wasn't alone in this nightmare. "Kurt..?"

    I screamed, wings fluffing up in alarm. Kurt was there with me, but he was in a heap on the floor and covered in blood. I ran over and pulled him into my lap. My hands were soon slick with his blood. His skin was slowly turning red with it. I was crying, my tears leaving small blue spots wherever they hit. I wiped at the blood with my shirt, but it kept coming. His body was covered in cuts and bruises, and one of his arms were broken. There was what looked like a stab wound in his stomach as well. I sobbed loudly. This seemed to bring him back to consciousness. His beautiful eyes fluttered open, and he smiled weakly, touching my cheek with his good hand. I began to cry harder. "Shh, Lizzie. It's ok. It's going to be all right," he murmured softly. I grabbed his hand and held it where it caressed my face. "I can't stop the bleeding!" I wailed. He wrapped his tail gently around my wrist and squeezed lightly. "It's going to be ok," he repeated. I shook my head violently. "No, it's not," I sobbed. "Kurt, you're dying!" He smiled sadly, his eyes full of love, something that I'd never seen in them when he looked at me. "It's going to be fine," he insisted. Then, he said something that I never thought I'd hear from him. "Lizzie, I love you," he whispered. The life in his eyes was slowly fading, even as they stared unblinking at me. "I love you so much." The tears came so thickly that I couldn't see, but I bent down and kissed him gently on the lips, until I felt his tail slip off of my wrist and land on the floor with a dull thud. My vision cleared for a moment. He was still staring at me with a smile on his face, but I knew that his eyes could no longer see. I wailed and pulled him as close as I could, sobbing heavily for someone that I had just realized that I loved, in a place I never thought that I would have to see again. I didn't care that blood stained my wings and hands. I only cared that he was gone.

The trailer door opened, and my former master stood, staring at Kurt. He clicked his tongue, almost as if he were disappointed in Kurt's ability to live with a stab wound to the stomach and multiple injuries besides. "Looks like the demon is dead... too bad... he was a much better fighter than you, wasn't he? I guess I'll have to deal with the loss of profits...." I snarled, suddenly furious. I gently laid Kurt on the ground. My wings snapped open, and I leapt forward. "I'll kill you!" I screamed. However, I never reached him. I fell forward before feeling a pain in my back, as if I had bruised it, and opened my eyes.

   I was staring at the ceiling of Margali's trailer, tears running down my face. I had fallen off of the guest bunk that had become mine in between Kurt's and Amanda's. My wings were bent awkwardly underneath me, but I barely noticed the discomfort. I was too busy trying to stem the flow of tears and calm my breathing. I could see Kurt's yellow eyes staring down at me with concern. It seemed that I hadn't woken anyone else. He slipped out of his bed and knelt in front if me. "Lizzie, are you ok?" he asked. I sat up quickly and threw my arms around him, whimpering. I shook my head against his shoulder. He hugged me back and stood up, lifting me into his bed before climbing up himself. He made sure that I was on the edge so my wings could hang over the edge, giving us a little more space. Then, he wrapped his strong arms around me. "What happened?" he asked. I could only get out one word: "Nightmare." I hugged him. "It's going to be all right," he murmured, stroking my hair. "You're safe. It's ok."