I don't own Night World. Jez is 8, Morgead 9.

Morgead

Panic

Jez and Morgead were at an abandoned house. They had come here to explore, as they were young and inquisitive. Everyone said this house was haunted, so obviously, they wanted to check it out themselves.

Morgead had been moving cautiously, well aware of the lethal wood that was everywhere around them. Jez had always been the less cautious one, and Morgead flinched every time she banged her shin or arm. Which happened often.

"Be careful!" Morgead hissed as she yelped in pain, having again hit here shin against a rafter that had fallen down.

"Stop worrying so much! A couple of bruises won't kill me!" she said.

She walked ahead, her arms crossed and said 'ow' a couple of times as she tripped up.

Morgead watched her for a second, then rolled his eyes and started after her.

A terrifying creak resounded through the house, and Jez looked up fearfully, Morgead stopped and looked up too.

A scream tore through the house, worse than the yelps of pain that had come from Jez before. Morgead looked at her in time to see her plummeting through the floor.

Morgead stood frozen for a second, and everything suddenly became clear in a flash of intuition.

He had always known he loved Jez, he just hadn't known how deep that love was. He knew now.

He loved Jez more than anything. He couldn't bear life if she wasn't there to light up the day like the sun.

He would rather die, than Jez die.

"Jez!" he screamed. The cry was so loud, it hurt his throat, but he didn't care.

"Jez!" he screamed again.

He ran to the hole and dropped down. Jez was lying, motionless, her beautiful hair covering her face.

"Jez," Morgead whispered.

He gently pushed her hair back. She was paler than usual, and a cut stretching from her temple to her cheekbone marred her usually perfect skin.

Jez moaned and stirred.

"Jez?" Morgead said again. He leaned closer to her.

After an agonising couple of seconds, she opened her eyes. Morgead had never been so relieved to see her bright blue eyes.

"I told you to be careful, Jez!" he said.

Jez sat up.

"Ow," she muttered.

She lifted her hands to her forehead.

"We'd better get you home. Your head must be killing you," Morgead said.

"Mostly my knees, actually," she mumbled.

Morgead looked at her knees.

"Ah, ouch. Maybe you shouldn't look at that," he said. He dug around carefully in the splinters of wood.

"Is it really that bad?"Jez asked.

Morgead grimaced. "Worse," he said. "A-ha," he smiled triumphantly and pulled out a pair of rusty tweezers from the pile. He looked at Jez apologetically, knowing that she hated and 'doctoring' procedures.

She sighed. "Go ahead," she muttered, and she closed her eyes.

Morgead moved closer to her and started picking out the pieces of wood. He apologised every time she flinched.

When he had finally picked out most of the wood, he stood up and held out a hand to help her up.

She leaned against Morgead heavily, and he put an arm around her waist to support her. Her flinched every time he saw her forehead

"Do you need some blood? I could hunt a deer or something for you," he asked. She was getting paler by the minute, and blood dripped in a steady stream from her cut.

"That would be good," she whispered. Her eyes were slightly unfocussed. Her face was now completely white.

Suddenly, she fainted. She slumped against Morgead.

"Jez!" he shouted. He made up his mind quickly.

He gently lowered her to the floor and ran out the door into the streets.

Right ahead, there was a small forest. Morgead and Jez hunted there often.

Morgead managed to find a rabbit, and caught it within seconds. He sprinted back, faster than any human, and went right to the hole in the floor.

Jez was still lying on the floor, a pool of blood right next to her wound.

Morgead bit into the rabbit and rubbed some blood over her lips with his thumb.

Jez moaned.

Morgead put the rabbit right next to Jez. He put his hand behind her head and guided her gently to the wound on the rabbit's neck.

Being a vampire, she latched automatically onto the wound, and drank until the rabbit was drained. Her eyelids fluttered slightly, and she finally opened her cerulean eyes.

"Jez?" Morgead said.

Jez sat up. The wound on her head was finally starting to close.

"Morgead?" she said weakly. "I think I should go home now."

"Of course," Morgead said. He jumped up and helped Jez up, not letting go of her. "You scared me there," he said. He pulled her closer so that she wouldn't see that he was blushing.

She leaned against him.

"You won't get rid of me that easily," she said weakly.

Morgead laughed, and helped her home.

I'm sorry if this was a bit rambling... Usually I have set story in my mind when I sit down to write, but this time, I had no idea where I wanted to end, so I ended with this.