A/N: I love you reviewers! Thank you so much, seriously. Ha, I'm so hyper right now so I have no idea where this chapter is going. Let's hope it turns out good, huh? By the way, I have a couple of fics going right now so that's why I haven't been able to update for awhile.
Risika pushed Fala to the ground, punching her hard till she was nearly unconscious. Fala hadn't had time to react, the attack had been so sudden. "What are you doing?" Risika growled through her teeth, holding Fala down.
Risika's grip was so tight on Fala that she could barely talk, but tried to answer anyway. "It…was…Jessica…" and she passed out.
"Well that wasn't helpful," Risika sighed and said to Aubrey. But Aubrey was staring somewhere off into the woods. "Wait here," he muttered. Then he ran off quickly, screaming, "Jessica! Come back!"
Risika decided not to interfere. She could here Jessica in the distance somewhere, crying, yelling at Aubrey, and felt sorry for the girl. She didn't know what had come between them, but how was Aubrey's love life any of her business anyway? That is, if he had one. Risika was surprised she was even thinking about. She was more surprised to find that she wouldn't look at Aubrey when he came back to her.
Aubrey tried to grab her hand, but Risika yanked it away. "Wait…" he said. "Are you OK? I mean, you still need to feed and…" But Risika was walking away from him.
Risika was trying to run from Aubrey. She didn't want to hear about his problems with girls, and she didn't want him trying to help her. She could protect herself. Why had he been practically babysitting her recently anyway? She didn't fully understand her anger with him, but it was very strong. Even as she felt him in her mind, stumbling behind her, falling she didn't stop. But he called out to her, a plead in her thoughts *Risika…help*.
That was perhaps the most shocking thing Risika had ever heard, and she stopped dead in her tracks, turning her head just a fraction. Aubrey never, ever asked anyone for help. And Risika had been pretty sure that if he had asked anyone it wouldn't be her. *What…what did you say?*
*I…something's wrong…come back.* His thoughts sounded like he was begging.
Risika turned slowly, still amazed to think clearly. She couldn't see well, and her head was spinning from her fight with Fala, but with her sharply tuned vampire senses she found Aubrey lying unmoving on the ground.
When he sensed her coming near, he felt for her hand. Too weak to talk out loud, he told her, *I think she stabbed me with a poison dart…check my back.* He sounded nervous, and Risika actually felt something close to scared for him. She gently rolled him over, and did indeed find some kind of dart in his back. It didn't look like anything she'd ever seen before, and she knew it couldn't easily be healed.
"I'll have to get a witch healer. Do you trust me?" she asked, trying to stay calm. She didn't understand why she was so scared for Aubrey. She had spent most of her life trying to kill him, but now that his life was in her hands, she wanted to do the opposite.
*Yes*, came the answer, after a long silence.
And it was followed by a longer one. Risika was just staring at him, as if seeing him for the first time. She knew she should go try to find a healer, but she strangely didn't want to leave him just yet.
*Stay Risika. I know Caryn Smoke. I can call her through our minds. Stay here.*
She just nodded, and felt herself wanting to tell him he would be alright, to comfort him. But she also felt angry with herself for feeling such things towards her lifelong enemy.
So as Aubrey reached out with a shaking hand to pull her close to him, she didn't talk, and she didn't resist. They stayed like that for a long time, both panicking but neither saying so.
Risika pushed Fala to the ground, punching her hard till she was nearly unconscious. Fala hadn't had time to react, the attack had been so sudden. "What are you doing?" Risika growled through her teeth, holding Fala down.
Risika's grip was so tight on Fala that she could barely talk, but tried to answer anyway. "It…was…Jessica…" and she passed out.
"Well that wasn't helpful," Risika sighed and said to Aubrey. But Aubrey was staring somewhere off into the woods. "Wait here," he muttered. Then he ran off quickly, screaming, "Jessica! Come back!"
Risika decided not to interfere. She could here Jessica in the distance somewhere, crying, yelling at Aubrey, and felt sorry for the girl. She didn't know what had come between them, but how was Aubrey's love life any of her business anyway? That is, if he had one. Risika was surprised she was even thinking about. She was more surprised to find that she wouldn't look at Aubrey when he came back to her.
Aubrey tried to grab her hand, but Risika yanked it away. "Wait…" he said. "Are you OK? I mean, you still need to feed and…" But Risika was walking away from him.
Risika was trying to run from Aubrey. She didn't want to hear about his problems with girls, and she didn't want him trying to help her. She could protect herself. Why had he been practically babysitting her recently anyway? She didn't fully understand her anger with him, but it was very strong. Even as she felt him in her mind, stumbling behind her, falling she didn't stop. But he called out to her, a plead in her thoughts *Risika…help*.
That was perhaps the most shocking thing Risika had ever heard, and she stopped dead in her tracks, turning her head just a fraction. Aubrey never, ever asked anyone for help. And Risika had been pretty sure that if he had asked anyone it wouldn't be her. *What…what did you say?*
*I…something's wrong…come back.* His thoughts sounded like he was begging.
Risika turned slowly, still amazed to think clearly. She couldn't see well, and her head was spinning from her fight with Fala, but with her sharply tuned vampire senses she found Aubrey lying unmoving on the ground.
When he sensed her coming near, he felt for her hand. Too weak to talk out loud, he told her, *I think she stabbed me with a poison dart…check my back.* He sounded nervous, and Risika actually felt something close to scared for him. She gently rolled him over, and did indeed find some kind of dart in his back. It didn't look like anything she'd ever seen before, and she knew it couldn't easily be healed.
"I'll have to get a witch healer. Do you trust me?" she asked, trying to stay calm. She didn't understand why she was so scared for Aubrey. She had spent most of her life trying to kill him, but now that his life was in her hands, she wanted to do the opposite.
*Yes*, came the answer, after a long silence.
And it was followed by a longer one. Risika was just staring at him, as if seeing him for the first time. She knew she should go try to find a healer, but she strangely didn't want to leave him just yet.
*Stay Risika. I know Caryn Smoke. I can call her through our minds. Stay here.*
She just nodded, and felt herself wanting to tell him he would be alright, to comfort him. But she also felt angry with herself for feeling such things towards her lifelong enemy.
So as Aubrey reached out with a shaking hand to pull her close to him, she didn't talk, and she didn't resist. They stayed like that for a long time, both panicking but neither saying so.