| Violet Feathers | Creeper x OC

The Girl

I do not own anything except for my characters (Vivica, Amon, Axel, etc), the Galileus (but sadly I do not own the creature design) and Cryal.

Quotes and meanings below.
"Speaking aloud"
'Speaking telepathically'
Subconscious thoughts, deep in the mind and cannot be heard by others at all.

Chapter 27: The Girl

Once we had settled down in the house, I sat on the couch as Amon stood across from me.

He attempts to spread his wings, yet the only movement in his wings was from his humerus.

Gathering this information, Amon is able to determine where the fracture is located.

He lets out a deep sigh, making me worry.

"Is it bad?" Worry and curiosity fill my voice, keeping my eyes on him. The sound of heavy rain pelting the windows fills the ambience in the background, the rain having just started.

He shifts his gaze onto mine, "Definitely not good. They will need to be removed. I will be bound here for a few more days, or until I feed on enough flesh and bones." He looks at the carpet beneath his feet, "Do you have a prefered location for bloodshed, unless you would prefer these white floors stained in red." His gaze shifts onto mine again.

"Oh! Yes. Come with me." Rising from the couch, I rush over to the garage door. Opening the door, I step into the empty garage, the floor made of cement.

"I considered the bath, but you wouldn't be able to fit too well." I speak through a giggle, watching him step into the middle of the garage, his wings dragging along behind him.

"Is that a fat joke?" Amon smirks at me, slowly kneeling down to place both hands upon his right wing, his grip being as close to the joint on his back as possible.

Realizing he is going to rip the entire wing off of his back, my eyes widen, "Amon? Do you have to take all of it- EHH!!"

Before I had a chance to finish my sentence, Amon had ripped his wing from his back, letting out a horrible roar of agony. His dark, sanguine red blood shoots out from the gaping hole in his back, pumping out substantial amounts.

He snarls while his body trembles from the intense waves of pain coursing through him, the pain understandable due to how many nerves and veins were within his wing.

He throws the wing to the floor, his blood running down his back in thick streams to pool around his feet.

Watching in shock, my legs begin to feel like jello as nausea hits me. Thankfully, I control myself from vomiting.

Agonizingly-long seconds pass while Amon howls from the pain, his howls growing quieter as his blood loss lessens, his skin rapidly regenerating itself.

Soon the blood flow comes to a stop. He takes heavy breaths, his mangled wing remaining lied down on the cement beside him, the puddle of blood beneath him beginning to run down to the drain in the center of the floor.

"...Are you okay..? Do you need anything...?" I worry, watching as he recollects himself.

"...Blood." He spoke in a soft voice before looking at me, "More blood than you can offer from your vein."

His words interest me, growing curious, "You want me to kill an animal for you, then?"

Amon scoffs a little at himself, "I would do it myself, but without wings or a cloak, it would be a difficult task. I apologize for requesting this of you."

Waving my hands in a way of emphasizing my words, I respond, "No no no, it's okay! I can get you something." Still feeling energized from the effect of the scythe, I smile at him.