Chapter 18:
Seras eyes started to flutter, blurry images of something red flickered in her half opening eyes. She saw something move out of the corner of her half opened eye, like a shadow on the wall, but did not know if it was real or not. Thinking that it was fake, she fell back to sleep. The fire in front of her flickered once, and was out.
Seras awoke again, seemingly hours later as the fire had died down. She could not close her eyes again as she was staring at the small bones that seemed to lay scattered around her. This made her uneasy and she tried to get up quickly, but winced as the reality of pain returned to her. Seras was forced to lie back down, and then saw that her wounds were bound with cloth of some kind. Who could have bound these? A voice in the back of her mind replied. Does it matter who as long as you are not bleeding all over the place? She shook these thoughts of and stared at the dying embers of the flame.
"You should be more careful in moving, young one. Your body desires rest, though; your mind may be in dismay." Walking closer, the dragonic spoke proudly, "You have nothing to fear from me and it is your friend, the hunter, who took care of you, not I." The enormous form of the dragonic now came into Seras line of view, and she gasped a little at the sight. A thousand thoughts ran through Seras head, all questions to ask, all wonders of what had happened as she remembered little.
A flash came across her face as she remembered about the vampire hunter named D and his annoying left hand. A small smile crossed her face as remembering about him reminded her of Alucard, her master. She opened her eyes, as she had them closed for a moment, and started at the creature. "Wha-who are you?" Seras asked, unsure if she should ask who or what it was.
The creature moved foreword, the sound of bones smashing against the floor followed the footsteps. The creature moved to the side of Seras, around the fire, and stood next to her. Looking at her from so close only made the creature appear bigger to Seras. "I am a dragonic of the high mountains. The mountain itself has long lost its name as the range has long since been on this planet and there is no way to put it in common tongue. The same goes for my name; it can not be said in your language. You may simply address me as a dragonic, Seras." The dragonic said, teeth moving out and shown to be sharp, but sat down near Seras.
Startled a little by the loud noise and the previous ones of breaking bones, Seras lay in awe at the creature. Seras curiosity, however, always managed to get the best of her, even in situations like these. "So..you have no name?" She asked, still a little jittery in awe, "I have to call you something, it wouldn't be right to just call you by breed."
The dragonic fluttered its wings a little and rewrapped them around the immense body. "Humans… always trying to place a name on something, as if you wanted power over them." The dragonic stopped and furred her eye brows, but seeing Seras widened eyes of wonder, had to continue. "Fine then, if you must call me by a name you should do so by Draco. A name given to honored dragons, but as I feel more dragon than human or anything else, it should be that you address me by such." Draco arched her back a little to puff out her chest, as her tail swung a little back and forth.
Seras looked at Draco and than down to the fire embers that still faintly glowed. "It must be lonely by yourself to speak with such reassurance." Seras looked Draco in the eyes and held her gaze, "Where is the rest of your kind?"
Draco was taken a little a back at this comment, expecting Seras to be afraid instead of something else. Draco looked at her eyes and could tell what it was, sadness and pity. The dragonic smiled a little and a tear came to the small slits of her eyes, but stopped it before it was seen. "I am the last of the dragonic's of old. I am used to being alone, and have been for some time. Do not pity me, I have my place, and one day, I too with no longer be on this planet. As the sun sets, all things pass in time, and I may one day be reunited with family, but not yet. I will die for a cause, though; I do not know what that is yet." The dragonic stated plainly, her pride showing through her sedimentary ways of old.
"I see." Seras said, deciding not to dig deeper into it as she could see that this disturbed her a bit. Looking around, Seras did not see the hunter anywhere, and wondered about him. Abruptly, she turned back to Draco and asked hesitantly, "Um…do you know where D has gone to?"
Draco stifled a small laugh, amused at her hesitance. "Do not worry, he is fine." Still holding it in and then clearing her throat a little before continuing, "As a price for allowing you to rest here I just made him get more fire wood. This vampire hunter, he should be back soon enough. Why do you ask?"
Seras looked at her bandages and than back to Draco, her eyes a bit redder than they were a moment ago. "He bound my wounds; I should thank him before I have to leave. D has been so kind to me, and I have only been a burden."
Draco started at her, the eyes of the creature intently staring, as if to pierce her. "You can not leave like this." Draco said sternly, but continued in a more pleasant voice, "Your wounds are too great, Seras, you can not just walk out of here no matter how urgent. Take rest while you can, if your journey is so great, than you should rest while you can."
Seras thought on this, but could not stand the thought of waiting too long and than either being found out or not reaching her father. Seras knew it was impossible for him to be alive, but the question still buried into her. Why do I think of this now… She thought as if considering things for how they were. "I guess, you are right, Draco. My master wouldn't be happy to find me dead somewhere, if he finds me at all. I have things to do before than, and I know that my master searches for me. If only…if only he would stop looking at me like such a little girl." Somewhat surprised at how much she had said, but was relieved to have it off her chest. Seras thought that it would make no sense to Draco, but felt warm in that little cave.
"Your master must be worried if he is searching for you, Seras. It is better to have told him this than placing yourself in harm's way." Draco said levelly, while her eyes shifted around the room.
Seras shook her head a little and stared at the floor. "You do not understand. If you had a feeling that there was a remote chance that one of your family members was still alive…wouldn't you try to find him?" Seras spoke true fully, her actions only now starting to weigh on her of how stupid and futile this was.
Draco was startled by this, and looked at Seras with a concerned expression. "I do understand, Seras. It is painful when family has died, had there be any chance of just one being alive, I would try…I see now, but that is not an excuse to lose your head and run off into dangerous territory. If you had died now, what would that have proven?"
Seras could not reply to this and lay her head back down on the comfy pillow. She still had much to learn, she knew that now. Draco's head lifted more and stood silently listening to something. She got up abruptly, and walked as quietly as possible to the entrance of the cavern.
Draco peered out of the cavern into the hall and saw nothing, but knew that she heard something, as a dragonic had great senses. Then, she heard it again, but this time it was a voice…words.
"You know D; you really should learn not to run errands like this. You'll end up exhausting yourself. Some forest, humph, more like a bog with things that decide it is time to jump out and attack you." Said an exhausted and angry left hand, but it was a friendly voice to hear for Draco.
Draco walked out of the hall and saw D now emerge from the mist holding what looked like a hundred pounds of fire wood, but for two fires, it would do. D glared at her with his red eyes under his hat, and walked by Draco to place the wood gently down by the entrance. "Is this enough wood?" He asked obviously a little weary, especially of left hand.
"That is fine, D." She saw the second question before he even had to say anything, "Yes, she is fine. Seras has regained conciseness, and besides for being a little curious and still hurting, she is just tired." Draco said as if it was nothing more than that of a doctor's report on a patient.
D nodded and entered the cave, holding left hand shut around a piece or two of fire wood as to not hear his complaints any more. He came through the cave and in the back saw a form resting like before, with red eyes glowing out at him. D put the wood on the fire and proceeded to prod it making the embers rekindle to the new wood. After a minuet or two of doing so, there was a nice fire again.
Seras, using the strength in her left arm, hoisted herself into a sitting position with her back against the wall. She sat there, staring at D as the fire flickered creating shadows on his face. He did not have his all hiding cape on as Seras was still using it as a blanket. They stared at each other in silence, just to acknowledge one another as who they were. Like a silent confession that both knew and understood, eyes locked. The staring made them understand something; both were hunters, both vampires, and both hunting vampires.