Lava couldn't believe it. Here he was one of the strongest demons around and here he is hiding in the forest like some wounded animal. He had heard the rumors of the vampire who was a demon slayer, but vampires were not as strong as she was.
The vampire who had said her name was Miyu had taken him out in just a few hits. He had tried to dodge her but she was to fast. He never had a chance but by luck she was at least somewhat weak from his attacks. That weakness would not last but hopefully it would be enough for him to recover some of the strength he lost.
Wounded to the point of collapse all he could do was run. He honestly feared for his life from some woman he should be able to break over his knee. It was a bad situation though. He was bleeding. She was a vampire. It didn't take a genius to figure out when she wanted him she would sniff him out and finish him.
As he started to slip into unconsciousness he thought he could hear a rustling behind him. He dove into a small cave at his left and hunkered down. The cave was smaller then he thought it would be. The space was maybe big enough for 5 people. He was very great full because as he entered the cave he noticed just how beautiful the sun was as it began to rise in the eastern sky.
Such a beautiful sight to him but if the vampire was out there it would only mean her death. This was very good for him and very bad for her.
Just before he shut his eyes to get some much-needed rest he saw someone duck into his cave. He was dressed in all black and they hadn't seemed to notice him. He hoped maybe they would go away and not give away his location. Not his luck. The person laid down and didn't move.
This was bad if this person who was lying in front of the entrance was seen he would be found and killed. He worked so hard and he wasn't about to loose because of some bum seeking shelter from the heat.
As he got closer he realized two things that made him wish he had never moved. His new room mate as it would seem was not only smoking as if they were on fire but it was also his would be assassin.
She was in terribly shape. Apparently she hadn't healed at all since he had seen her last. She was also lying partially in the sun burning the skin on her arm slowly like acid. He could smell her burning and her imminent death.
Lava's first instinct was to run and let the girl rot there. She tried to kill him what did he care? He did care though. He cared a lot. In the few days of knowing her he had been amazed by her courage and determination. She seemed to have no fear even though the demons she was constantly chasing would probably kill her someday.
He looked at her beautiful face that was hidden under the blanket. She could be hundreds of years old but she honestly looked about 20. Her skin that wasn't peeling from the suns rays was flawless. The vampire rejuvenation was doing wonders.
He pulled her deeper into the cave and as he did so her harm slowly healed itself. One problem down but that gaping hole in her stomach was not going to just vanish. He settled her down on her blanket and started to make a fire to warm up the damp cave.
He was hoping she was going to get better soon so he could leave her knowing she would be ok. He watched her the whole day and her condition wasn't getting better. She hadn't woken up or even moved for that matter. The hole was still there and he couldn't stop he bleeding.
He hated himself for doing all of this to keep alive a girl who clearly wanted him dead. He hated himself even more for what he was about to do. He didn't know why he was trying so hard to make sure she lived but he felt if he let her die something inside of him would die with her. He didn't like that feeling either. Not one damn bit.
He pulled up the cloak that was on his arm and cut himself deeply with his claws. Damn vampires and there disgusting eating habits. He was weak and he didn't have a lot of blood to give so he hoped it would work.
As he tilted her head back to take his offering he couldn't help but feel bad that her beautiful lips were tainted with so much blood. Her mouth was open just enough and he squeezed the blood from his arm in. He had no intention of cutting his wrist and dying for her but to help would suffice.
He noticed through his musings that she started to drink and that her pale color was slowly returning to normal. He knew she wouldn't be up for sometime but it was nice to see her moving and eating.
When he started to feel a little dizzy he pulled back his arm and wrapped it up. He took his cloak off and set it across her form. There was a few more hours until sunset so he decided to lay down and let his own wounds heal.
Lava woke up a few hours later to the gentle stirring of the girl beside him. He was feeling much better and assumed that with her moving she would be ok. He checked her wounds one more time and was glad to see that her stomach wound had healed over with just a little scar left to heal.
He left the cloak with her and with what was left of the daylight decided to head out and get some time between them before she came after him again. It was odd but he didn't want to kill her. He knew what he really wanted from her was impossible. She was the hunter and he was her prey.