Author Note
Thank you for the reviews, and I'm really glad you liked the start of this. I hope this second chapter doesn't disappoint, there will be more to come.

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When the oxygen filled her lungs again, she couldn't help but sigh heavily in despair, and bit into her cheek slightly. Feeling completely ill from bottling all of these distressed emotions, that threatened her very being from the core. Her silver eyes closing, no sound escaping her where she stands in solemn silence, the chilled breeze brushing pass her cheeks as skin trembles invisibly. Strands of her hair falling into her face, clinging to her gentle features; however, something slides down her cheek.

Substantially beginning to feel the liquid warmth slide down her cheek, and blinking in surprise at such a sensation escape from these silver eyes. She never thought such a human reaction would ever leave this pitiful excuse of a body, her gaze turned into her cold yet saddened façade. Leaving the tear to slide straight down her face, and explode upon contact with her chest. That was how she wished her heart would react to such insatiable loneliness, to have it explode with all these disgusting emotions that continued to swell inside it.

Fingers slid up from under her dark cloak, and lifted as she brushed her hand through her hair and held it out of her face for a moment. The chilled air against her face sent a shiver down her spine, and again she cursed herself for feeling anything for the fact it was so human nature that it pained her to realize she really had it. Really had experienced the emotions, the feelings, and the sensations that only humans where supposed to feel, not a claymore. She felt so ridiculous, but also so lonely that it was practically eating her alive, how long could she live like this?

A sudden blast of wind shoved against her, catching the elf by surprise, eyes widen with surprise at the sudden surge of power that's overwhelming her senses. The black shadow from earlier has come back yet again, the one with his dark feathered wings outstretched and jackal ears sticking out from his hair. It was hard to understand at first what she was looking at, this wasn't some yoma nor was it one of those voracious eaters. This… man, was something else, and the power was different than that of those creatures she had dealt with for so long.

His hair licked at his face like the hungry wind tried to devour him, a face that was so young but dared to scream the power that he held. Dark wings slowly settling at his back; but so insanely captivating, to see such large wings like that of a ravens that glistened in the light. Both of his eyes were that of a different shade, one glowing red with the other hard to see beneath his hair, a tilted dark halo above his head that could only catch her breath.

"I understand, you wish to have someone return to you." A voice that was something she didn't expect, it was swelled with confidence and yet a young man's voice.

"Well, I can bring that someone back to you. If it is what you wish." He spoke again.

Irene's gaze dropped lightly, her heart was aching even more now by the offer he was proposing to her, yet she was direly concerned by what means he'd even want from her in return. But she spoke faster than she could think, "Yes, I'd like to have Teresa back by all means."

A soft grin crossed his lips, "So be it." The power that swirled around him came again, and washed over her like a creepy aroma such as that of the North. It was sweet, but very creepy by the feeling of the dark and deathly power that continued to be given off from him as he concentrated on bringing the claymore back to this world.

She stood there expressionless, her mind and her pitiful excuse of a heart was beating so fast and hard that it was starting to hurt her. All she wanted was her bright angel back, her Teresa, the only woman that had ever truly made her feel safe and loved. If she was really getting her lovely claymore back, then she wasn't going to lose her again, and would do all that was in her power to keep the woman safe her own way. They would continue to live in this crater-like home that was surrounded by mountains, and hopefully be safe by all means to where she'd kill any claymore that had ill intentions.

But wait, what if Clare came by again, and saw Teresa? Her already pale skin got even paler at the thought, would Clare even remember Teresa still and how would her angel respond to such change?

Those worried and scared thoughts started to swarm in her brain. She doesn't want something horrible to happen, and end up losing Teresa again. It started to make her chest hurt, the pain was unbearable again, and she just wanted to die. Believing this was going to be a mistake, when she could possibly take her own life to see her in the afterlife that way, but… it felt so wrong.

His power stopped, and Irene's thoughts were cut short as those silver eyes peered over to his form yet again. In his arms lay a motionless, but breathing, Teresa. Irene's heart stopped in shock, her eyes not once leaving the sight of her angel in front of her, she was still so beautiful beyond compare and she swallowed hard to catch herself.

"She shouldn't do anything for a couple days, only rest." He told her, before walking towards Irene and into the cabin as he placed the wavy haired blonde down on the bed. And settled the main weapon of their kind against the wall, her claymore which was bathed in pure black but held her symbol in red still visible on the blade itself.

A part of Irene wanted to speak, and say thank you, but her emotionless behavior could only refuse to say another word out of its own fear. But the man could easily see and understand what she wanted to tell him, but he took his leave instead and left the woman to deal with this on her own because it wasn't his business.

The elf slipped over to the bed, and dropped to her knees as she laced her fingers with Teresa's closest hand, and couldn't help but feel those tears burn her eyes again. As soon as her eyes closed, those tears started sliding down her proud face and diminishing the truth of a claymore, but giving her the most desired feeling; to be human again.

Even tears can fall from these silver eyes, and a heart like mine can truly learn to love again. Because I know I love Teresa more than my own life.