An Eye For An Eye

Vingt-Trois

"Liza?"

Another arrow was sticking out of my stomach.

A whimper of pain escaped my mouth and he turned me so I faced him. His eyes were glowing and I watched as he shifted in front of me. His head snapped towards someone standing in the trees and he sprinted at them.

"Don't!" I yelled after him. There was a metallic taste in my mouth. "Don't kill them!" I tried to stumble after him but my heart was pounding and I felt as if everything was spinning.
"Gerard Argent," I heard Deuc snarl. There were shadows at the edge of the forest, it looked like he was holding Dad by the throat.

Had Dad shot me? Twice?

"Deuc!"
"Your own daughter? You shot your own daughter?" he barked, throwing him onto the grass in front of me.
"Please, don't kill him," I croaked, wincing as I tried to lift my arm. He stood over my father with his foot on Dad's chest. I couldn't watch him kill my father in front of my eyes. "Deuc, please." He turned to me, eyes glowing and I hoped he listened. He stared down at my father, standing over him.

"The next time we meet, I will rip your eyes from your head, feed them to you and torture you until you beg for death," he growled. His claws dug into my father's chest before he turned to me. I just stared at Deuc, if I moved I was sure to fall over.

He broke the shaft of the arrows and tossed the parts that weren't sticking in me at my father, he hadn't bothered trying to get up. I whimpered and out of the corner of my eye, saw Chris' car pull up. He got out of the car and looked between us. Then, he rushed to Dad. I couldn't blame him, I had abandoned them.

Deuc picked me up and I clung to him with the arm I could move without anything hurting.
"Liza, it's going to be alright," he whispered, his voice was deeper and I could feel his claws as he carried me.
"Where are we going?" I asked weakly.
"To get help."

Groaning, I could hear voices. I must have passed out. Everything generally hurt.
"I'll be in the waiting room." That was a female voice, it sounded vaguely familiar. A door shut.

"This isn't looking good, she should have been taken to a hospital." I didn't recognise that voice. My stomach was churning and I kept my eyes closed.
"Her father is still her next of kin, I can't risk taking her there." Deuc.
"Why?" Whatever I was lying on was cold and hard. "Her father should probably be there."
"Her father is Gerard Argent and he's the one who shot her." It sounded like he was talking through gritted teeth.
"I see."

"She can hear us," said Deucalion. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes. There was a light shining down on me and I turned my head. Deucalion was standing near me. "Liza?"
"Deuc, where am I?"
"Dr. Deaton's animal clinic, I didn't want to take you to the hospital," he said as he took my hand. Black lines slowly appeared and my pain faded a little, as if it was being pulled away. He had said Dad would probably be there, that was why I wasn't at the hospital.
"Dad?" He nodded in response.

"He actually shot me," I whispered and he nodded again. "Dad... I don't get why."
"I don't know," he said softly. I could hear a door shutting and Deucalion turned his head. The door to where we were creaked open and I lifted my head slightly.

"Chris?"

His eyes widened as he looked at me, I probably looked rather horrific after being shot with two arrows.
"Elizabeth, are you...?" he trailed off as he rushed over and looked at the wounds. "Is she going to be alright?" I could hear a heavy intake of breath and Deucalion squeezed my hand.
"It isn't a positive outlook, to say the least."

"Chris, what are you doing here?" I asked, looking up at him. He glanced at Deuc before looking back at me. Deuc had let go of my hand and had stepped away from the table I was on.
"I was worried for you," he said. "Did...?"
"You father did it, yes," snapped Deuc. I wished he wouldn't, now was not the time to start arguments.
Chris swallowed. "I'll wait outside."

Reluctantly, Chris headed to the door and I turned my head to look at Deuc.
"Am I dying?" I asked. I wasn't sure if I wanted the answer.
"Not at the moment," said Dr. Deaton. "But if we take the arrows out, you're likely to bleed to death. We don't know what the arrowheads look like either, it might do more harm than good."

Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to recall what Dad's arrows were, he always liked a certain type of them for consistency and he claimed they were the best to hurt werewolves with because of how awkward they were to pull out.
"They're usually barbed, because they're horrible to pull out," I told them as I opened my eyes again. Deaton sighed and I watched Deucalion lower his head. "That's not good, is it?"
"No," said Deaton. "It's not."

The blunt honesty hurt but no more than the knowledge that my father had shot me.

"If she was at a hospital, this would be much easier."
"No," I said quickly. Deucalion was right, Dad would likely be there since he was still my next of kin and had control over any medical operations or treatments while I was out. "No, I can't go there, Dad will be there. He'd know that he's my next of kin."
"There isn't much I can do, I'm afraid."

Taking a deep breath, I reached out with my arm for Deuc. Everything was blurry for a moment and I thought I was going to throw up.
"Deuc..." He stepped forward and took my arm. And then he kneeled. "Don't let me die, please don't let me die." If I could get on my knees to beg, I would but that wasn't currently possible. He closed his eyes for a moment and I could feel his breath on my hand.
"Liza," he said softly. "Are you sure?"

I had the feeling I knew what was going to happen.

"Don't let me die."

He lifted my wrist and I squeezed my eyes shut as his teeth sunk into the flesh of my wrist.