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"Son of a bitch!" Andrew exclaimed as Selene got shot through the front of her shoulder, he veered to the right but got the wheel stabilized. Not only did Selene feel it, but so did Andrew, but just for a second. "It's a normal bullet. Selene, stay calm. I can save you, don't pull the bullet out just yet."
"Where are we going?" Michael asked, keeping pressure on the wound. Selene's eyes clouded as they turned ice blue, from the hot pain.
"My house . . . it's protected. You'll be safe," Andrew explained.
Selene's eyes went out of focus, though it was a normal bullet, it felt like it'd been filled with hot rays from the sun. She had been shot before, though, she recovered in a night and somehow the pain didn't feel this bad. But maybe she just pressed it far from her mind. Selene tried to focus on Michael's face instead of the pain, but he went out of focus.
"Selene . . . look at me," Michael pleaded. Her life wasn't going to end like this, he assured himself. Andrew would help them, and if he didn't, Michael wouldn't let him live to see the day. "Selene," he whispered.
Selene's eyes traveled over to him, she swallowed. "God, this hurts," she said in a British accent.
"Don't worry, Andrew is going to heal you," he said, though not as an explanation but as a commandment.
"Right, just stay with us. We'll get there in a few . . . now," Andrew stopped inside of a gate. "Come on."
'That's strange, I didn't see that mansion before', Michael thought as he pulled Selene out of the car and into his arms.
As if Andrew was reading his thoughts, and maybe he was. "I teleported us here from the alleys. Seemed like a good idea. Through here." Andrew's hands shot out and the large wooden, and partly silver, doors opened.
Selene kept her eyes open to search the large mansion. The floor shined as if Andrew had been working on it for hours, large stairs were made out of oak . . . strangely, it reminded Selene of the mansion she was living in before she met Michael, except for the absence of Vampyres and burning fires, it would be exactly the same.
"I live here alone, so no one will bother you." Andrew turned to the right, Michael followed him. His hands shot out again, and another set of smaller doors opened revealing a Victorian bedroom with a large canopy bed. Andrew motioned to the couch in the corner, candles illuminated to life that lit up the room dimly.
Michael laid Selene on the couch gently and crouched next to her and clutched her cold hand. "Hold on."
"Okay, Michael. I'll need some room," Andrew said as he rubbed his hands together, reluctantly, Michael backed off. "Selene, this is going to hurt." Andrew raised his hand over Selene's wound, the bullet flew out of her shoulder and into his hand. Selene hissed and she bared her teeth and her eyes went to ice blue, then she calmed down and closed her eyes, when she opened them, they were back to the brown.
Andrew crouched over Selene and put both hands over her now bleeding profusely shoulder. They began to glow the most brilliant gold that Selene had ever seen. She inhaled, she felt her wound disappear and the blood loss not making her feel so light headed. After a few moments, Andrew took his hand away. "Good as new. A few more minutes and you'd be really dead." He got to his feet and held his hand out, Selene took his hand and sat up and swung her feet onto the floor. Not only had her wound gone away, but all the blood that was pouring out was all gone, including the blood that was on the couch.
"I even cured your blood loss," Andrew said, pleased with himself.
"Thank you," Selene said sincerely.
"Son of a bitch!" Andrew exclaimed as Selene got shot through the front of her shoulder, he veered to the right but got the wheel stabilized. Not only did Selene feel it, but so did Andrew, but just for a second. "It's a normal bullet. Selene, stay calm. I can save you, don't pull the bullet out just yet."
"Where are we going?" Michael asked, keeping pressure on the wound. Selene's eyes clouded as they turned ice blue, from the hot pain.
"My house . . . it's protected. You'll be safe," Andrew explained.
Selene's eyes went out of focus, though it was a normal bullet, it felt like it'd been filled with hot rays from the sun. She had been shot before, though, she recovered in a night and somehow the pain didn't feel this bad. But maybe she just pressed it far from her mind. Selene tried to focus on Michael's face instead of the pain, but he went out of focus.
"Selene . . . look at me," Michael pleaded. Her life wasn't going to end like this, he assured himself. Andrew would help them, and if he didn't, Michael wouldn't let him live to see the day. "Selene," he whispered.
Selene's eyes traveled over to him, she swallowed. "God, this hurts," she said in a British accent.
"Don't worry, Andrew is going to heal you," he said, though not as an explanation but as a commandment.
"Right, just stay with us. We'll get there in a few . . . now," Andrew stopped inside of a gate. "Come on."
'That's strange, I didn't see that mansion before', Michael thought as he pulled Selene out of the car and into his arms.
As if Andrew was reading his thoughts, and maybe he was. "I teleported us here from the alleys. Seemed like a good idea. Through here." Andrew's hands shot out and the large wooden, and partly silver, doors opened.
Selene kept her eyes open to search the large mansion. The floor shined as if Andrew had been working on it for hours, large stairs were made out of oak . . . strangely, it reminded Selene of the mansion she was living in before she met Michael, except for the absence of Vampyres and burning fires, it would be exactly the same.
"I live here alone, so no one will bother you." Andrew turned to the right, Michael followed him. His hands shot out again, and another set of smaller doors opened revealing a Victorian bedroom with a large canopy bed. Andrew motioned to the couch in the corner, candles illuminated to life that lit up the room dimly.
Michael laid Selene on the couch gently and crouched next to her and clutched her cold hand. "Hold on."
"Okay, Michael. I'll need some room," Andrew said as he rubbed his hands together, reluctantly, Michael backed off. "Selene, this is going to hurt." Andrew raised his hand over Selene's wound, the bullet flew out of her shoulder and into his hand. Selene hissed and she bared her teeth and her eyes went to ice blue, then she calmed down and closed her eyes, when she opened them, they were back to the brown.
Andrew crouched over Selene and put both hands over her now bleeding profusely shoulder. They began to glow the most brilliant gold that Selene had ever seen. She inhaled, she felt her wound disappear and the blood loss not making her feel so light headed. After a few moments, Andrew took his hand away. "Good as new. A few more minutes and you'd be really dead." He got to his feet and held his hand out, Selene took his hand and sat up and swung her feet onto the floor. Not only had her wound gone away, but all the blood that was pouring out was all gone, including the blood that was on the couch.
"I even cured your blood loss," Andrew said, pleased with himself.
"Thank you," Selene said sincerely.