"My love" He uttered slowly his voice back to its more normal tone. His words where met with a sharp hiss from Kiah, in his moment of bliss he had forgotten about the little bundle he held in his arms. Mort'riel fought back the urge to crush the beast, he knew now wasn't the time for more blood shed. When Kiah was to die it had to be glorious, she did deserve a wonderful death despite his feelings against her. She was one of the Ältere von Teriam, the elders of Teriam.
Sheeta raised her head, her hair that had stood on end rippling like the flames of an intense fire had died out long ago, her once yellow eyes faded back into their remorseful red shade and her skin also faded back to its pale contrast. Her lips wavered, she could feel tears edging their way up and over the brim of her lashes. Sheeta clamped her eyes shut shiftily to hide her tear stained eyes.
"I'm sorry" Sheeta gasped while taking swift and sharp breaths of air.
In an instant Mort'riel was at her side, he shifted the bundle to one of his arms and wrapped the other around Sheeta's frail shoulders. He wanted so badly to embrace her tightly with both his arms, inhale her sweet scent and kiss her neck lovingly again and again. But now wasn't the time, also he couldn't let go of Kiah lest she get away again.
"Don't worry now darling"
Mort'riel leaned in close to Sheeta, his nostrils widened as he stole a whiff of her intoxicating scent. Acting on pure instinct he leaned closer and pressed his cold lips against her cheek. The warm feeling inside him grew as Sheeta's body loosened, she didn't pull back from him as he expected her too.
"Lets go my love" Mort'riel said after a moment of enjoyable silence, the only thing that ruined his peacefully moment was Kiah's rasping voice as she struggled for air. He fought once again the urge to silence her forever at that very moment.
Sheeta nodded slowly, she couldn't find her voice, she was to worried about the future. Her body began to shake, that made Mort'riel grasp around her shoulders tighten.
"Lets go"
She heard Mort'riel speak again, but his voice was blurred and slow. No it wasn't his voice that was odd, it was her. Everything began to spin then her world went blank.
Mort'riel began to panic, he could feel her heartbeat lessen with every passing second. He thought briefly that she was dying, but he pushed the morbid thought aside. He couldn't stay here any longer, it wouldn't be safe. Soon enough someone would come through the door and find the dead bodies, Mort'riel didn't want to be found like that. It wasn't that he couldn't fend anyone off, he was plenty powerful enough but he was to preoccupied also he didn't want the word the spread that he had awakened. Sheeta's condition only made it worse.
As gently as he could manage Mort'riel lifted Sheeta's unconsciousness body from the ground, wrapping his hand around her waist he spoke three silent words. The mist began to grow, it was black and menacing looking but odorless. It was his way of travel, to avoid being seen when the time wasn't right. However conjuring such magic took it toll, it fed off his energy. He had to act quickly, he stepped into the deepest part of the mist and let himself be carried away by a invisible hand, away to safety or so he thought.