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I awoke in a hay bed. I was covered with a thin bed sheet. I found myself numb from the waist up.
"Good evening," a voice called down.
"Evening, bluey," I smirked as I saw his body crouched over to look around the backpack. He looked up.
"Would you stop calling me that!" he snapped with a hint of playfulness.
I smirked. "What else shall I call you?"
He sighed. "My name is Raziel."
"I'm Tia, but I do not mind being referred to as girl," then I looked at myself. "As long as it's not an insult."
He 'smiled'. "I used the tattered clothes as rags since I saw you had another outfit. A very strange outfit, not very modest for ladies."
I gagged. "Oh please, it's called a cat suit. I'll let you guess what my line of work is from that."
"A thief?" he guessed and when I shook my head he said, "Assassin?"
I half nodded. "Yeah, but I'm also a guinea pig, thanks to that old woman."
He chuckled. "Here, lie down. I have a lot of information that has to deal with you."
I arched an eyebrow. "You do?"
He nodded. "When you passed out, I met up with a 'friend' of mine and he told me all about your little mission here. So you're after the Reaver are you?"
"Oh, is that what it's called? I guess so," I said and I felt a stab in my gut. "Damn! Did you have to slash my stomach I recently had a bullet there."
"I did tell you to lie down didn't I," he said forcefully pushing me down on the tattered bed.
"Well whoever your friend is wouldn't have to know where the Reaver is would he?" I half yawned as I said.
He nodded. "In fact he owns it."
I couldn't help but notice his tone was darkening whenever the word Reaver was said.
"Something wrong, girl?" he asked.
I shook my head slightly. "Tell me something, what are you?"
He flinched.
"If that's not a too personal question, I would like to know," I added.
He sighed. "It is…I am—you're right it is too personal."
I nodded smiling. "Everyone has their secrets. I guess we share a mutual bond there eh?"
Raziel crinkled his brows; at least that's what I think it is. " I should dress those wounds again." He moved with cat-like grace towards me. I half closed my eyes as he gently slid the blanket from my shoulder.
I didn't move as he applied fresh bandages on me. His claws brushed against my wounds and stopped when I gasped. He glanced at my eyes for a second and I slid my neck back to look back at him.
"Are you enjoying this, Raziel?" I hissed.
I sensed a frown on his face. "And you're implying?" He pressed a sharp claw against my wound.
"Ow!" I groaned. "Would you go away? I think I can handle bandaging myself!"
He frowned more. "Oh, good! I thought I would have to baby-sit you some more, child."
"I'm not a child, demon!" I yelled curling up and covering myself more.
Raziel got up and left without saying a word. He seemed to be hiding his rage. Good, riddance, I thought.
I bandaged myself slowly and carefully managing to tighten the shoulder so I wouldn't have to hunch that much. I also pulled on my cat suit. I felt a tingle of cold air mixed with the odor of dried blood. I was nauseated at first, but soon I grew too tired to even think about anything but rest.
"You are not healed enough," Raziel said with narrow eyes as I trudged towards the entrance of the cave.
"How would you know?" I asked him. He gave me a look of pure hate as I drifted towards the exit. Suddenly he grabbed my right arm, the one that wasn't damaged.
"I never told you, you could leave yet," he hissed. His grip was far stronger than mine could ever be.
"Let me go," I hissed back. It would take me only a second to release the spring-loaded knife on the arm he was holding.
"I told you that I would be your guide and that I am," he said with a drawl.
"And I'm telling you I don't need a freaking guide!"
"Well, then I make you my honorary prisoner then," Raziel said making his grip lighter. "You shall remain with me until I figure out where your adventures lead me to."
I ducked under him and kicked his spine then sent my knife at his forehead. I took out my gun and fired two more shots to his head. Raziel yelled a curse at me and seemed to deteriorate and my knife and the bullet shells fell down on the ground. I quickly grabbed the knife, ran past the exit, and found myself in a swamp of some sort. Panting I didn't stop as I waded through the mucky water.
I seriously need to change my outfit again, I thought. A good thing I have extra clothing in this backpack.
"Good gods," I whispered as I glimpsed a castle like structure except much bigger. The building was made to with stand heavy damage and with the looks of it, it was probably made to protect against vampire or demons like Raziel.
"Child, you are hurt," a female warrior said. "What is it that you wear?"
"I am hurt badly from a fight with a demon, sister," I said catching on the language of the Nosgoth people. "May I find sanctuary here?"
The woman nodded. "For the time being." The woman showed me around a bit and told me that this was the stronghold of the Sarafan priests and army.
As I entered my room, I had only one thought. What will happen if I don't find the Reaver in time?
