When I came to the entire day had gone by now the sky was a deep blue and only blue no stars to be shown. I shakily sat up feeling queasy and rubbing my head. "What happened?" I asked myself closing my eyes tightly as I tried to stop the spinning.
"I bit your leg." A deep voice said. I snapped my eyes open and screamed as they met blood red ones. I quickly backed away from the monster. "It's ok it's ok! God damn it this isn't cool at all." he sighed before yelping as I threw a pan at him. It hit him directly in the face with a loud clang. The pan clattered as it hit the ground. "Fuck!" He cursed his nose oozing a black fluid.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" I shouted grabbing another pan and threatening to throw it. He looked at me as he covered his nose. Mumbling something under his breath in a language I didn't understand. "What was that!"
"None of your business." He walked over and grabbed the pan with a clawed hand yanking it away from me. "Will you relax? It's not cool to panic."
"You bit me, broke into my house, and change into animals why shouldn't I be panicking?!" I yanked on the on trying to get him to let go of it. So I could beat him with it.
"You're fiery aren't you." He mused with a chuckle. "Now stop struggling. I'm trying to help." He let go of my pan and grabbed my bandage leg roughly pulling on me.
"Let go of me!" I kicked at him nearly hitting his face again. He snarled baring his teeth and painfully squeezed my leg. Making me wince in pain. "Stop it!"
"The only reason you're not dead on the floor is that I'm helping you so maybe you should calm down lady-"
"Maka." I hissed
"What." He scrunched his face up slightly in confusion.
"My name is Maka Alb-Mmf!" He put his hand over my mouth gripping my cheeks with his claws.
"Don't tell spirits your full name. Then they can control you." He simply stated with a slight glare. "You wouldn't want that would you Maka?" He shook my head no with his hand. "No, I wouldn't want that. Thank you for healing my leg." He mimicked my voice perfectly. He then let go of my face and went back to looking at my bandaged leg. I remained silent although keeping an eye on him. There wasn't much I could do right now, but if he tries anything. . . I grip the pan tightly in my hand.
"What are you?" I asked as he began unbandaged my leg.
"None of your business." He scoffed now examining the deep bite marks. "Didnt realize I bit down so hard." He mused to himself. He held my leg by the ankle with one hand and then placed the other one on the wound. His hand radiated dark energy from the palm. Some would describe it as glowing, but it's more of the exact opposite the absence of light.
"I called someone so you better tell me what you are. Otherwise I'm sure doctors would love taking you apart." I spat lies in the hopes he would give me more information.
"I know you're lying so drop it. I've been watching the house for hours if you really called someone they would have come for you already and spirit is as much as a description you are going to get." Where he placed his hand on my wound felt numb, what's he doing?
"Spirits can be many things ghosts, angels-"
He interrupted me with a laugh. "Aaaww you think I'm an angel how sweet! Given the mortal interpretation." His voice oozed with sarcasm. I almost feel like hitting him the pan just for that.
"An angel wouldn't have bitten me."
"Oh, so you're the expert now. Wow." He let go of my leg and I quickly backed up. "There you won't die now." He walked off towards the sliding door before looking back. "You should still stay off of it though." He then turned into an owl and flew away leaving me alone to ponder what just happened.
I looked at my leg slowly stretching it straight. The gaping bite marks had now turned into small wounds. Almost resembling scrapes. What kind of monster attacks someone and then goes around and heals the wound? I carefully got up making sure not to put to much pressure on my leg. I hobbled to my spice rack. What did that Unnatural tv show say? Spirits don't like salt? I think?
I open the spoke rack grabbing a big think of salt and hobbled to the door pouring the salt in a line in front of it. If it doesn't keep spirits out it will at least keep snails out. Not that snails have been a problem for me anyway, but you know. I glance through the sliding door seeing the large white owl staring at me from the trees. A shiver going up my spine. Why is he still here? Is he waiting to fatten me up and eat me or something? That's what some spirits do right? ...No, that's witches.