Rebirth

4. The Decision

Dear Journal,
                   I have finally decided what I will do with this newly attained power.

- 𝓔. 𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓮
(1605)

Sunlight peaked through the trees of the forest as Elias's gaze stood unwavered, gaping at the woman.

"Wh-what do you want?" she asked as she held her knife firmly. "I have no money!"

Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at his blood smeared mouth, her expression growing more concerned.

"You. I know you." Elias started to say.

"I have not the slightest clue who you are but I need you to leave." She said sternly.

"Unbelievable." Elias shook his head.

"What are you going on about? Did my father send you for me?" She asked him. Clearly, she did not remember Elias.

"Do I seriously look like someone a father would send to fetch his daughter?" Elias asked as he folded his arms across his chest.

She was a halfwit, he thought.

"Why is there blood all over your face?" She questioned.

"I was out all night eating raspberries, what does it look like?" Elias asked snidely.

For reasons unbeknownst to him, Elias did not crave her blood like he had the others. After such a large feast the night before, the tangled mess atop of her head made him far less famished from her currently unappealing image.

Though her brown eyes were still gentle, they were also strained with fatigue. It was obvious she had not slept in days.

Unconcerned by this, Elias sped behind her with his fangs bared, aiming them at her neck.

She was quick as she swung her dagger, stabbing him in the eye with the silver blade before running off towards the forest.

Elias yelled as the dagger pierced his left eye-socket. He hurriedly pulled it out as he shrieked from the wound. He could feel its attempt to heal but the burning of the metal against the soft membrane had made it uncomfortable.

With one hand covering his injured eye, he chased after her, catching her quickly with his incredible speed. He gripped her by the throat as raised her off the ground by her neck.

"That wasn't very nice now was it?" he asked as she clawed at his hands, struggling to breathe while her legs dangled in the air.

"Pl-ea-se." she choked as they stared at each other.

As she was about to collapse he let her go, watching as she crumpled to the ground coughing and gasping while trying to get in the motion of breathing again.

"Something tells me you shouldn't die as yet." he said. recalling Odelina's words.

His eye throbbed as he dropped his hand. It was taking an awfully long time to heal which annoyed Elias. He imagined the wound to be exceedingly hideous in contrast to his features.

The rays of sunlight felt foreign to his skin. He had not seen nor felt it in seven years and as he stood there with the coughing woman beneath him, he realized that he did not miss it.

The witch had said it was one of his weaknesses and he could see why. Though the ring was suppose to protect him, his skin felt unnaturally warm under the light. It was as if he was developing a mild fever.

"Oh, really?" the woman said between coughs.

"You seriously do not remember? You royalty are as shallow as pans." Elias said picking her up by her cloak with one hand. She wriggled and fought in his hold as Elias carried her like a pup by their scruff.