Lux Noctis

Always End With A BANG!

He didn't understand her at all. She didn't crave sex. She was kind and quiet. She didn't sin too much. He assumed...Maybe she was alright. Though, he didn't notice the driver racing right for him on his side of the road. His eyes widening as he swerved to the right. He gasped and wrecked the bike into the car. His body rolling into the road. Ow...

As her power pulled at her she shook awake, her body started to ache all over and she couldn't understand why. She could feel it screaming from somewhere else and the only person that could be was Orin. She pulled on her coat and ran outside, trying to follow the traces he had left behind. Finally, she found his bike and then him not so far away, there was no car to be found. She crouched down next to him, desperately looking for a pulse. "Shit, shit shit, please don't be dead." She muttered, her voice full of panic. She looked around for anybody that might help her, but the street was empty. And why wouldn't it be, they were in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.
She couldn't call an ambulance since he was a demon an she didn't have any power left to heal his wounds. She didn't know what to do. She was completely helpless and she hated it.

The driver was drunk, he didn't take responsibility for anything. He wasn't in sight. Orin's bike was destroyed in total, the man was the same. He had scabs all over him. Black blood running out of his lips. He was hurt. He wasn't alive or conscious but his burns were slowly healing up. His body twitching slightly. He was hurting, it was evident. But he wasn't alive.

She tried to think of a solution, but she couldn't think of one. She couldn't  lose the first person who had seemed to care about her in so long, she just couldn't. She didn't want to be alone again. She didn't notice how his body was healing or how it was twitching , the only thing she could think of was that he was dead and that completely covered her mind, blocking out any sane thought that could have otherwise been there. Her power took its chance and took over her body completely and she let it. Instead of killing the demon laying of the concrete her power used the magic it had been withholding from her to heal the demon. He didn't do it out of kindness, he did it for leverage.

His lips parted slightly as his wounds slowly healed. They would have on their own of course...if she had just watched. He slowly grabbed her hand and coughed. It hurt. Everything hurt so badly...He gripped her arm tighter and shifted his knee up slowly. "W-where's the son of a bitch who ran me over?" He asked in a light whisper. Barely getting out the words. The ground seemed to rumble as he became enraged. He hated dying. It was painful. Though, he opened his eyes to stare up at the sky. He could kill the bastard in due time. He was too tired to focus now. He slowly let her arm go and closed his eyes again. To fall into a sleeping state. He would kill the man later. He would boil him alive for his foolishness and kill him with his own poison.

"I don't know sweetie, I just arrived here too." Bea's voice said, but it was her power who was controlling her body. He was grinning down at Orin who was still clearly in pain. "Little witch doesn't like to let me out to play often so I wouldn't know." He peeled his fingers off of her arm and sighed as he passed out again. "Great... Now I can carry him too." He picked him up and swung him ungracefully over her shoulder as he started walking back to her apartment. When they arrived he threw him on her bed and waited for him to wake up in the kitchen. Sorath was curious about why he could resist him.

Orin slept for a while, his breaths soft  even as he rested. He gained his colour back through the night, his body healing anything that needed adjustments. He slowly sat up in the morning. A confusion dawning over his face as he didn't remember how he had gotten into someone else's home. He slowly stood and took out a knife from his boot. Walking out of the room, ready to fight. He noticed Bea at the kitchen table, a strange emotion falling over him. "You carried me home...?" He questioned, slowly hiding his knife back in his shoe as he walked towards her. It felt awkward. His bones creaked with the steps but, he handled it well. He knew true pain. Bone shifts were child's play.

Bea still wasn't in control of her own body and Sorath enjoyed his newfound freedom, for however long it might last. When Orin walked into the kitchen, he was sitting with her head on her hands looking curiously at the man. "Yes I did," a grin was spreading across her face as he started to play his game. "But I don't think I should have though... I think I maybe should have just let you die there on the pavement." He stood up and walked over to Orin and put Bea's arms around his neck "What do you think?" He asked playfully with her voice.