It Flows in her Veins

Chapter 3

Still holding their hand, they continued running. Down below was death. Rocky waves with jagged rocks. The cloaked figure stopped running as it realized where she was running them to. She just said, "trust me."

She ran forward, and surprisingly the cloaked figure followed. They reached just the edge of the cliff before they stopped. She looked down for a moment, just seeing the water. She then looked towards them.

"Follow my lead."

She then proceeded to walk backwards.

"Don't turn around. Walk backwards."

Together, rather clumsily, they retraced their own footsteps until they reached the river. She then twisted her body and jumped the remaining gap between her and the water. The stranger followed, looking far more graceful than she did, even with the yards of fabric concealing it. She grabbed the gloved hand and they waded into the water, deeper and deeper.

The wolves were so close that they had no choice. Without thinking, she dunked the stranger's head into the water as well as her own. Her eyes were held tightly shut, her breath held. She wasn't risking her location in case they chickened out.

All of a sudden all the noise went away. Her entire being became engulfed in water. Her poor nightshirt was so worn out, she wouldn't be surprised if it needed a fucking bottle of the hard shit when the night was over. She knew she, herself, needed one.

Ayreth opened her eyes and blinked through the water as someone removed her hand. Taking a few moments to get used to the new environment, she was glad the water was fresh as she took in her bearings. The first thing she noticed was the flow of the fabric of the stranger's cloak. Even in the water, it still covered the stranger's body. Even the hood was still in place. She knew there had to be magic keeping it in place because no way would she be so close to someone and not be able to see past the darkness. Darkness was always an entity she had complete control over that it was very jarring to see it finally overpower her.

Suddenly she felt like a broken toy with her measly extra that started failing her. But there was no time to think more because she was starting to feel the pressure in her lungs crave air. Her temples started pounded and she started to be pressured under a blanket of suffocation. She knew the wolves were still there, could feel the vibration all the way in the water just from their steps.

She was about to give up and call it quits, already resurfacing, hand about to reach air when she felt hands drag her down from her shoulders. A scream made her mouth open and let water enter her system. Blind panic invaded her as she started coughing out the rush of water. With all her might she started kicking and wrestling. She curled into herself and bit at the hand dragging her down, digging her nails in, trying to get free. Anything to get free. To breathe. To live.

She felt the arm give out in her panic and she was just about to come back out for air when she felt something she least expected to happen.

And, boy, did it stun her enough to stop everything.

She felt a pressure on the back of her head before a pair of lips sealed onto her own. Shocked and not moving, her mouth opened in a gasp. The lips held firmly against hers as a wave of calm suddenly flowed through her. Starting from her mouth to the top of her head to her elbows, and down, ending at her toes. She stopped struggling entirely; not just physically but also mentally.

When she was just about to feel herself float away entirely, a rush of oxygen rushed into her and into her dying lungs. The flow of calmness formed a path for the oxygen to follow through and soon she was able to breathe normally.

The body brushed up against her and held her tightly as she was able to get bounce back slowly. She was able to open her eyes again, coming face to face with utter darkness. The lips against her were cool and watery, but somehow the flow of oxygen intercepted through her drowning and she was able to breathe. Still in a haze, she wondered if this was what people described when they said they couldn't see in the dark.

If it was, it definitely was a wonder people didn't like being alone in it. But Ayreth definitely was fine with it. Fear didn't invade her, but pure warmth did. Even though the face was concealed in a magical barrier of darkness, she felt the gruffness of slight facial hair, indicating what she concluded was to be a male.

Finally, she had a hint about who this hooded figure was. And boy was this some impression. Even though their lips weren't moving, it still somehow felt intimate in a way she never felt before with previous boyfriends. Somehow, even with no movement, she felt a connection that linked her life to his. Literally. Without his presence, she would not be able to breathe. The thought was both exhilarating as it was scary.

She knew the guy was packing serious mojo though. Able to control concealing his face and able to produce air. She never met another living being with two extras.

She didn't have time to contemplate more because suddenly the stranger started pulling her back up.

And that's when she realized the vibrations in the water stopped. There was no more movement, no ominous feeling. Just utter stillness. She knew what that meant.

The wolves were gone.

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