A/N: So I was eating breakfast this morning and the first part of this chapter just popped up in my head and I was like yay! Cause I don't know why but this chapter just wasn't coming out the way I wanted it to when I was writing it down. x)

Enjoy!

Chapter 5

Dark clouds loomed over head, thunder rumbled throughout the sky not to far from the town where a figure eased their way through the shadows, familiar of the nooks and cranies. Quickly they darted into a store, the door creaking open before silently shutting.

The smell of blood hit the figures once was nose, the eerily yellow glow from their dark empty eye sockets scanned the small shop. A clawed hand, skin color a sick light green hue, rested on the hilt of a dagger as the Forsaken man spoke, his voice deep and raspy. "Lidia?"

Receiving no answer the Undead moved slowly behind the counter, a small sigh escaping his lips as his hand moved away from the hilt of his dagger, clawed fingers reaching down to feel cold skin and no beating pulse come from the woman sitting against the counter.

His eyes looked to the dark room, narrowing at the empty space the Polearm once sat. Glancing back at the woman, she had known the risks of hiding their presence here, yet he never planned on them being discovered with both of them leaving and coming back as they pleased, careful of the Cannibal eyes that were wary of the shadows.

The Undead made his leave, not looking back as the door creaked open and silently shut behind him. Hiding in the shadows he moved to the outskirts of town, the familiar smell of blood reaching his nose once again. Moving quickly across the open field, he slowed and arched an invisible eyebrow.

Two Blood elves lay on the ground, one faced down, the other laying across large dead withered roots, four claw marks marring the side of the Elf's face. They seemed to be alive-barely, he mused; with the small groan the Elf face down let out and the slow rise and fall of the other's chest.

Thunder crackled overhead, the sky releasing a great down pour of rain. A small trail of blood trickled its way below his decayed feet, fixed on the trail he followed it, the trail not meeting up with either Elves bodies but a trail of another body that was missing.

His yellow glowing eyes shifted towards the woods and mountain range.

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How did she not notice before? Shelly's words echoed in her mind, other countries called them Aliens or Demons. Apparently it wasn't just other countries but anyone who chose to call them that, and the group that Cannibal followed had called the man a demon. That explained why they hadn't attacked him, they knew what he was.

Stumbling over a root, Farah caught her balance on a near by tree. Wheezing, she looked back in the direction she had just come from, her heart hammering in her chest. Attempting to catch her breath, she wanted nothing more than to sit down and rest, let the burning in her legs subside before figuring out what to do.

Thunder crackled above her startling her for moment before the cool drops of rain poured over her overheated, full of adrenaline, body. Slowly she moved through the trees, unsure of which way to go. Her sneakers soon became muddied and soaked, the welcoming coolness of the rain now caused her body to shiver from the calming of her adrenaline high and lack of warmth.

Pulling her already soaked hood over her head she attempted to see through the darkness and downpour of rain. Trudging through the soaked filled earth, her eyes squinted at the sight of what appeared to be boulders up ahead. Moving quickly, she found herself going uphill, slipping, becoming more muddied and attacked by small rocks that became loose and rolled down on top of her.

Letting out a frustrated unintelligable sound, Farah forced her way up the hill, tears of relief slipping down her face when she reached the boulders. She was tired, hungry, terrified and ached all over, and wanted nothing more than to sleep and wake up to the familiar faces of Shelly and Mondo.

Stumbling towards the boulders, she prayed for a small hole she could at least use to get out of the rain. Wiping the rain off her face-even though useless with the downpour-she saw a small dark hole. Throwing caution to the wind, she quickly ran into it only to have her foot slip on the mudd at the entrance and tumble down the tunnel.

Landing on her back with a thump, she groaned knowing she would probably have bruises in the morning. Slowly sitting up, she blinked at her shadow that danced on the dirt wall in front her.

"Good t'ing yah found meh cause I wasn' ganno go lookin' fer ya." Tensing at the foreign male accent Farah's breathing hitched at the larger shadow that danced close to hers. Spinning around she pressed her self up against the dirt wall.

Disul rolled his eyes. "Calm down girlie, I ain't ganno hurt yah."

Tossing a stick into the fire, he let out a small growl of annoyance at the discomfort of his singed left shoulder and throbbing deep cut on his right forearm. The girl flinched out of the corner of his eye at his growl. Sighing, he rolled up his right woolen sleeve, peeling the fabric away from his wound.

Farah's eyes widened at the deep gash the creature revealed. He was hurt because of her. Eyes guarded, body tense, she breathed through her nose and inched slightly closer to the being. At arms length she began to tremble, her eyes darted from the weapon propped up beside him and his wound. Raising one hand hesitantly, she placed her fingers on the wound.

Farah discovered what she was capable of doing at a young age. She hated seeing animals or people hurt, it tore her heart to see things struggle in pain, wether it was agonizing or just slightly painful. He had caught her once with a bird, a Blue Jay. The wing was fractured and she had healed it, him watching just behind her. Once the bird flew off he had dragged inside. She had never seen him that furious before or utterly terrified. They had moved the next day because she had told him some of the neighbors knew. He warned her to never use what she was able of doing in front of anyone, that no one was to be trusted with her secret.

Closing her eyes, she sought the familiar inner part of her abilities. Finding it, she mentally grasped it, the energy a comforting feeling as it quickly made its way from her inner core of power to her fingers.

Disul eyed the girls tan hand, her delicate fingers began to take on a light glow, the warmth of it causing the irrating pain to dull. Realization dawned on him as the light seeped from her fingers to the wound, the open flesh disappearing behind the skin as it stitched itself back together; she was capable of healing.

He narrowed his eyes at her, she had a powerful magic aura surrounding her when she used the healing spell, but he sensed it dimming, then the aura disappeared completely as she opened her eyes. If her aura is only present when she uses her healing abilities or whatever spells she was capable of using, how did the Blood Elves know what she was?

"I guess ya are ah descendant." He said quietly.

Farah frowned, a descendant? She didn't recall anyone in her past ever calling her that. Shelly or Mondo would have mentioned something to her or told a story about it. She blinked, this person-creature thing-was the first she had revealed to what she was capable of doing.

She had been to afraid around the Scavengers to scrounge up the slightest courage to use her abilities to help Mondo, Shelly or the other prisoners, not even using them when she was with Refugees, nor on herself. Blinking again, she felt stupidity hit her hard; she was free, she can heal herself whenever she wished to.

The creature shifted slightly, stretching out its legs. Tensing up again, she shuffled away from him. Pulling her knees to her chest, she shivered as her still wet hood touched the back of her neck. Feeling sleep come to her easily, she shrugged off using her abilities for herself, there was always tomorrow.

Letting her guard down, she allowed her eyes to drift shut. Something told her that this being wouldn't hurt, he even told her he wouldn't, yet she found it so easy to believe the stories Shelly had told was nothing but all lies, even though she knew deep down inside Shelly has her reasons, a story she now realizes Shelly hasn't shared.

"I'd take dose clothes off befoh yah sleep girlie." Something ruffled in the background behind his voice.

Forcing her eyes open, she glanced at the creature. Her eyes went wide and a small noise of panic escaped her throat as she huddled closer to her side of the dirt wall. The being was crouching, weapon in between its legs, shirtless.

Disul used the polearm to rip away the bloodied sleeve, irritation settling in at the girls behavior. What did she think he was going to do? He blinked, a lightbulb going off in his head. Shifting his gaze to the girl, he scowled.

"Yah'll get sick if yah don' get outta those clothes," he stated seriously. "I don' want ta be draggin' around a sick Human."

Pulling the bloodied sleeve apart from the rest of his wool shirt, he tossed the now one less sleeve shirt towards the girl before setting his polearm aside. Farah stared at the shirt laying by her feet, her hands seeming to have a mind of their own as they grasped it.

Glancing at the creature, she was shocked to say he had some manners. He lay on his side, back facing the small fire and her. Looking down at the dark red shirt once more, she decided to listen.

With his eyes closed, his ears twitched at the sound of wet fabric being tossed aside. The shirt being big on her was an understatement, it was huge, fitting her like a nightgown, the hem reaching below her knees.

Spreading her wet clothes in front of the fire, her eyes shifted to the beings teal back, then up to his silver hair-which she noticed was still slightly damp-before landing on his ears. They were large, long and pointed, so much different than her small rounded ears, and they...twitch.

"Quit starin' and get some sleep girlie."

A/N: I just now noticed that how can Disul's eyes dilate into a cat slits when dilate means expand? O.o But I fixed it now so all good, turns it I should have used constrict instead cause...you know...it constricts. ^.^

And thank you Lammergeier for the review! Hope it stays interesting. :)