Rixon's POV
1647, Scotland
Rixon stuck to the shadows, peering out slightly to see where his vessel was going. He was like this for hours, drifting between streets and shadows trying to keep from radar. A while later, Rixon watched as Barnabas stopped, he was up to something, Rixon could tell, by the way he drifted about town keeping things extremely hidden from Rixon. It was difficult to find the information that led Rixon to Scotland, to Barnabas because he just up and left, without a word.
Barnabas had stopped outside a lit house. The window beside the door was seeping light out. The door opened wide and Rixon saw a large woman. From what he could see was that the woman was well into her late fifties, her eyes were hardened, her skin had toughened and wrinkled. He watched the woman glare at Barnabas then push something into his hands.
The door closed over and Barnabas stood looking down into his hands. He watched Barnabas smirk then throw what was in his hand away. Barnabas took off again, whistling. He seemed more relaxed, less hurried. Curious, Rixon came out of his shadow and picked up a small folded over piece of paper. He looked back at the casual retreating figure then down at the note.
Helen Gray
The note was blank of anything else. Annoyed and slightly intrigued, Rixon took off the way he came, thousands of questions whirled around in his head. Who was Helen Gray? Why was Barnabas wanting her? The more he thought about her, the more thunderous his thoughts became. He turned around and sprinted after Barnabas. He kept his steps silent, he ran down several streets until he stopped, hard.
Barnabas stood little of three feet away. Rixon clenched his jaw and shoved his hands in his pockets, "I never pegged you to be paranoid, Rixon."
"Tell me when you leave the country and I wouldn't have to be!" Rixon said making Barnabas turn around, there was something sparkling in Baranbas's eyes, a new sense of hope, maybe.
"You want to know who Helen Gray is?" Barnabas asked smuggly
"I could guess, she might be the key of breaking your vow to me." Rixon shrugged, the sparkling darkened making Rixon smile, "See I don't need to know who she is. Barnabas, I can read you like a book, you desire to be free from me, you will fight and that's what I like about you, but it's getting a little annoying on my part."
"Sorry, I annoy you." Barnabas snapped
His demeanor broke. Rixon slammed him into the wall at a bone cracking speed, Barnabas cringed as Rixon punched him in the stomach, it was as if he wanted to punch through his stomach and meet the wall behind him. Barnabas slid down the wall, coughing up blood. Rixon yanked his hair up so their faces were level, "Nothing can break the promise to heaven."
"Are you sure about that?" Barnabas grinned, Rixon started pounding him into the wall, fists turning his stomach into minced meat, his blood bursting out everywhere.
Stepping away, Rixon wiped his hands on his jacket watching Barnabas's crumpled body just lie there. He kicked his ribs hearing them shatter, one by one. Rixon turned on his heels and headed back the way he came. He had to find this Helen Gray and end her, he couldn't take any chances.
He walked through alleyways and streets going towards the town center. With each step he took the more he could hear laughter and music, he headed towards that, maybe the people knew where he could find her.
"Rixon!" the fallen angel turned to his left as a middle aged man closed the shutters of his shop.
"David!" Rixon broke out with a smile, he liked the human for his quick wit and cunningness.
"It's not like you to be late to a party. Especially when there are women present." David winked at him
"David," small talk aside, "Do you know a Helen Gray?"
"What did she take your fancy?" David asked
"No, a friend is looking for her actually." Rixon said.
David locked the last shutter door when he turned and stood beside Rixon. David said, "If your talking about the person I'm thinking about, the girl works in a herbal shop two streets away, she's in the tavern as we speak."
This was getting easier, he thought.
Just then, the tavern door opened and the world seemed to stop as the most gorgeous woman walked out , "That's her." She was beautiful, creamy white skin with long golden hair. The girl was human, he could sense it but she looked like an angel. Rixon watched as she walked around the corner and out of sight.
"I think someone is struck." David watched Rixon closely, reading everything that Rixon was failing to hid on his face.
"I'll see you later." Rixon faintly heard David grunt as he took off after the girl.
He watched as the girl carried herself, knowingly, rushed, slightly panicked. He was sussing her out when she walked past a crowd of drunk middle aged men. They took one look at her and hounded her down into a street off her course.
"Hey...Come here!" One slurred loudly, "Your gorgeous."
The others laughed.
"Let me be!" The girl growled
"We just want fun!" One man giggled, "Show us fun."
Rixon turned the corner just as the girl screamed. Without warning, Rixon tore the men away from the girl. He flung two into a wall and the other guy over it. Rixon looked down at the girl and his breath caught, up close, the girl was breath-taking. She would be heavenly if the side of her face wasn't bleeding.
"Who the fu-ck are you?!" one of the men embedded into the wall snapped drunkly, "Get away from her, she's ours!"
"Leave the maiden alone! Unless you don't want to keep your tongues!" Rixon turned away from the men and kneeled down before the girl, "I'm not going to hurt you."
The girl blinked then said, "Thank you."
"Let me walk you home." Rixon held his hand out to her and almost dropped her hand when they touched. He was shocked that he could feel it, over millennia he never felt another's touch. Why now? Why her?
She shakingly got to her feet and the two of them headed back down the street. The both of them were deep in silence, Rixon's thoughts going a mile a minute. He shook them away, he would deal with them later.
"Who are you?" the girl asked
"I'm Rixon." He said, "And you?"
"Helen." She smiled a little, "I can't thank you again, for saving me."
"A man should never treat a woman like that, intoxicated or not." He told her.
They both fell into silence again.
"I-you." They said at the same time, the both of them stopped and smiled.
"You first." She said
"You're bleeding." His face fell as he stopped her.
He cupped the good side of her face, trying to ignore her warm skin on his hand or the way he could feel her at all. He was slowly broken inside, he wanted this, he wanted to feel so badly and he was given it. He didn't understand, at all. Rixon wiped the side of her face with a clean handkerchief, he couldn't breathe as he stood so close to her. He focused on the head wound as the blood dripped out of it.
He pressed the fabric to it and she winced, "I'm sorry." He muttered, two words he hasn't spoken before. He needed help, he needed advice, he needed something. Helen covered his hand with hers making him shudder inside.
"Are you an angel?" Helen asked making Rixon smile.
"Far from it." He muttered
"Your mine now," She smiled, sweetly.
Taking her good arm, Rixon escorted her back home. They started talking again, getting more comfortable around each other but it was cut short as she slowed down near a door. She took the fabric from her head but Rixon covered it again, "Keep it, you might need it."
She smiled then opened the door. She stopped between the threshold. She turned back with a curious glint on her face, "Will I see you again?"
"Oh you will," He promised making the girl's smile widen.
"Good night." She headed inside and the door closed, snapping him back into reality.
"Good night." he whispered, he smiled to himself, letting himself feel the fireworks and the raw joy he suppressed.
Pathetic! He screamed at himself. Anger started to boil inside him and he took off, he couldn't feel anything for this girl, he wouldn't, not if he was going to kill her. And killing her is what he was doing, no ands or buts, he's doing it.