Hello everyone! Here is the next chapter! Let me know what you think! This chapter has a little bit of…sexual tension…..but anywho new chapter will be out next month!
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Anders
The cold blue orbs pierced his soul, fear and confusion clouded over them as they stared deeper into his own eyes. He knew what he did and he knew he lost control. The thumping rage of his heart start to calm down as he finally broke the gaze of Kristine Hawke.
The blood and carnage that surrounded him let him know that it was worse this time around. This curse he allowed himself to have took complete control and he barely remembered any of it. Kristine still stared at him unmoving. He was unsure what to say to her and he knew she feared him. Who wouldn't fear him, he was a monster.
"Anders?" A voice asked from behind him. Karl. "What have you done? How could this be?" He stuttered.
Anders eyes widened and he turned to face Karl. His friend, he was back to normal. He watched him stand from the ground walking past smoldering bodies to reach Anders.
"I…Whatever you have done..you have opened the fade…I feel it everywhere." Karl grabbed his arms panicking. "Tell me you didn't?...no….no! It's returning!" Grabbing his head he fell to the ground. Karl grabbed Anders harder. Anders did not know what to do. His friend was in so much pain, but how did this happen? How did his friend go from being tranquil to being "alive".
"Anders! Please end it! You have no idea what it feels like! Having no emotion!" He pleaded with him sobbing. " Please don't let me turn back into that please!"
Watching Karl cry out put Anders emotions over edge; he worked so hard to free him. This was his entire fault. All that planning was useless. This is why you can't get close to anyone. You will always hurt the ones you love. Karl continued to beg and Anders was still at a loss of words. The familiar clanging could be heard in the distance, and the loud curse that slipped from Kristine's lips made him aware that more Templars were coming. He watched as Karl's eyes started to blank out and the shuddering ceased to be. His friend was changing once again.
"Anders! We need to go!" Kristine yelled to him.
He kept his gaze on Karl and slowly pulled out a dagger hidden from within his robes. "I'm so sorry my friend. I wish there was another way." He whispered as his dagger met flesh. Karl fell to the ground. Not one emotion displayed on his face or cry of pain left his lips. His friend was dead because of him.
Shouting could be heard as more Templars approached both Anders and Kristine. It was time for them to leave. Anders did not want to lose control again and much more he did not want another's blood on his hands. He ran and grabbed Kristine's hand.
"Let's go now!" He shouted at her and pulled her to the same stair case they entered in.
Kristine pulled her hand free from Anders and stopped. He turned to look at her but her back was turned to him. A bright blue flame escaped from her hand setting the upper chantry room a blaze. Anders had to admit to himself that he would have taken her right then and there if he was the same person from the few years ago, but worry and the loss of Karl were to strongly etched in his mind. What she just did was stupid and the Templars will be even more motivated to find them.
They rushed down the stairs and kicked the door open to the outside. A blast of cold air and rain stung their face. Anders jumped to the side of the chantry and looked to see if Kristine was following him. She was but slowly. He could not yell for her to keep up because he could see them. Soldiers and Templars were both in the streets searching homes and alley ways for them. Escaping this will be harder than he thought. Crouching Behind a small stone wall he could see them all and make out their movements.
He had no choice but to make them run for it. Turning to Kristine he whispered in her ear. "We need to run. When I say go, follow me. I know how to get us to safety. Okay?" Kristine looked at him with wide eyes and nodded her head.
Anders looked once more and gave one last deep breath. "Go."
They made a mad dash away from their small hiding place next to the chantry right through the middle of the square for all to see. Shouts from their hunters echoed through the rain bouncing from the tall moss covered stone mansions filling their ears. Anders ran harder and faster leading Kristine through alley ways and tight corners through high town.
"Anders! I can't!" Kristine gasped from behind him.
He turned and watched as she hunched over holding her left thigh. She was injured. "You're hurt." He stepped up to her. "We have to keep going."
"I can't, I can't." She stated looking up at him. Her face was pale and showed the pain she was feeling. The rain was washing her blood away on the stone walk ways but Anders noticed that the cut was deep.
A loud crash of soldiers over turning a vegetable cart let them know that they were still on their trail. Anders grabbed Kristine and led her in between a small wooden fence and a side of a building. A beat up marble dwarven statue was also standing in between the fence and the wall. Running footsteps were growing closer around them.
Anders grabbed Kristine and pushed her up against the statue shielding the other part of her body with his own. They stood in silence waiting. Kristine's warm breath on his neck was sending shivers down his spin and so was the warmth of her body seeping through their soaked clothes. This was a bad position to be in. Anders stay focused. Templars were right on the other side of the wall and here he was having terrible thoughts about this girl that was so tight against him. He felt her tense up him as he pushed her harder against the statue. It had been so long since he had any kind of intimate contact. Having her like this against him made him feel so lonely and made him miss the man he used to be.
"Anders.." Kristine whispered. He let out a groan and she tensed up again. "I think…I think they are gone." She struggled to weave her way out from between Anders and the statue. He moved back from her the best he could from the tight space.
The rain was starting to slow down and Anders noticed just how bad her wound was bleeding. Puddles were forming at their feet as they just stood and waited. He grabbed her hand and led her deeper through the fence into a closed off alley way with numerous crates stacked high, the perfect hiding place.
"We can hide here for a while." Anders said reaching for the side of her thigh but Kristine moved out of the way.
"What are you doing?" Kristine asked holding her hand out as if she was trying to block him.
"I need to heal you. You're bleeding pretty bad." He said with his concerned filled voice.
"I can heal myself." She responded.
"Kristine, you're lying. You have nothing left. " He stepped closer to her and she back into another wall.
"Great I'm between another wall and you." She said in a snarky tone.
"Please." Anders asked again placing a hand on her injury. Kristine winced in pain but gave in.
"Okay..okay."
"This will sting." Anders said quickly. He placed his right hand on her chest to keep her from moving as a bright blue light formed from his left hand covering her wound and moving its way around them. Kristine took in a sharp breath and Anders kept the magic going he was almost finished. Her fingers were digging tightly into the fur on his shoulders and soon relaxed as the healing finished.
Anders was breathless and leaned back on to her against the wall. "Sorry…it's the wall again." He gasped light heartedly and rolled away from her sliding himself down the wall to a sitting position on the ground.
Kristine moved her hand to where her wound was but nothing was there. It was soar but it was seal up. She looked down at Anders still breathing hard and gave a good laugh.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
"You just sat in my blood." She said with amusement as she sat next to him.
"I don't think I care right now."
"You do know when you stand up people are going to think you're a girl." She giggled again.
He let out a laugh. "Yeah and people are going to think you're a boy with your hair laying so flat against your head."
Kristine gave him a punch on the shoulder. They sat in silence for a while both thinking of the events that transpired. The rain had stopped completely and the streets were slowly starting to come to life with the oncoming sunrise. Golden rays were peeking for above the crates they were hiding behind and the sky was changing for a dark blue to the golden pink of morning.
"What are you?" Kristine finally asked.
Anders leaned his head back and closed his eyes. It was the question he was waiting for.
