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Chapter Eleven

What was that annoying pain in my head? And my ears, what was that persistent buzzing? A rough shake at my shoulder pushed me over the edge, and I opened my eyes sleepily. Couldn't a girl just get her beauty sleep?

A boy with blonde hair and chalky white skin and golden eyes was staring down at me, fear and sadness etched onto his angelic face. Slowly, I realized that his name was Jasper, and I knew him.

"Morgana!" He said,

Morgana, hm...yes, that sounded right. I coughed, and I felt something hot in my mouth. I choked and spluttered, and a flash of red touched my vision. His eyes turned dark, but the grief outshone everything. Or should that be out...darken?

His eyes flickered to my shoulder, and he gasped a little. I followed his gaze, not quite understanding why there was wood there. I lifted my head a little, despite the painful protest, and looked at my shoulder. Somehow, I couldn't understand what I was seeing. It looked like an arrow, but the point was buried into my right shoulder. Surely it couldn't go that deep. Without warning, everything came back to me at once. Memories. Senses. Pain.

My chest tightened, and I felt myself begin to hyperventilate. As soon as it came, the terror, the desperation at the situation I was in, left. Jasper made a shushing sound, and I briefly realized that it was him who was calming me down. I coughed again, my throat clogging up with dust and blood. "Well...this could be problematic," I managed,

Jasper laughed, but it was a forced and slightly desperate sound. "Am I injured anywhere else?" I asked, forcing my voice to stay strong.

He sat back, and I felt his cold, whisper-like fingers explore my body. In a few seconds, he was back in my vision, "You have a cut along your stomach, but it isn't deep. You hit yout head too, when you fell. Apart from that no, just your shoulder."

I remembered my thigh being injured, which he hadn't noticed, and just hoped that I didn't have any wounds on my back. "Help me up,"

Obediently, Jasper supported me as I stood. My head span, but he held me until I could only see one of everything. I looked back at where I'd been lying. A pile of grey rocks, twisted metal and bodies of Hunters. A thick layer of dust covered everything, even me. I looked back at him, "You need to take the arrow out,"

His eyes widened, "I can't do that..."

"You can and you have to," I said simply, "It's further through the back. Break the feathers off, and pull it out of my back."

He hesitated, but slowly he broke the end of the arrow off, which made me flinch as the jerky motion echoed through my chest. His fingers wrapped around the shaft of the arrow and I braced myself against him, and gritted my teeth, "Do it,"

His grip tightened, and he began to count down from three. When he reached one, he tore the arrow out of my back. I cried out, and he dropped the arrow, before making me look at him, "Are you okay?"

I grimaced, "Never better,"

I managed to take off my vest top so that he could bandage the wound, in too much pain to care that I was standing in front of him with just a bra on my top half. He pulled off his own jacket and took the shirt off from beneath, exposing his marbled chest. Two half-naked immortals - not the sort of thing you'd expect to see on a battlefield. He tore a suitable amount of the shirt off and wrapped it around the wound in a kind of sling. "You're pretty good at this," I commented,

"American Civil War," He quipped, giving the knot of fabric a final tighten. I stood up straight in front of him, and tugged my black vest top back on and shrugged on what was left of my jacket, not bothering to do it up. He threw his ruined shirt and the jacket back on as I began to root sort through the rubble,

"What are you doing?" Jasper asked, zipping his jacket up,

"Finding...my...bow!" I pulled the wooden weapon out, which was miraculously unharmed. The quiver lay close to where I'd fallen, but when I picked it up, I sighed, "I've lost half of my arrows."

"Just be thankful that they didn't explode," Jasper said,

I rolled my eyes, though he did have a point. I counted them up; twelve normal arrows and two explosive ones, and the axe, which seemed fine. Shouldering the weapons and checking my sheath for Iris. I sighed at the unheatlthy blue-grey colour of the blade, before turning to Jasper. "Where is everyone?" I asked, noticing for the first time that the room was silent.

"Alice and I came in, and everyone was battling. We were doing well, but then a grey-haired man in a black robe entered, and suddenly...we weren't. We had to run," He pointed to the door behind him, "In the confusion, what with you blowing up the control room and the arrival of the man, I managed to come here to get you whilst the others escaped."

I looked up at him, realizing that he'd chose to come back for me, rather than protect his coven. Rather than protect Alice. "Thanks,"

"Well, I couldn't leave you, now could I?" He smirked,

He supported me as we followed the trail of Hunter bodies out of the storage room, and along corridors. With every body we saw, I knew that he'd be expecting a vampire body to be thrown amongst the Hunter's. "Are you hurt?" I asked, trying to distract him. It was unlikely that every body would be a witches. He revealed a cut on his neck,

"Should have seen the other guy, right?" I mocked

"You'd have to put him together first," He smiled slightly, before turning serious, "Everyone else is worse, but they're all still standing,"

"Good, well if Carlisle and I survive, we can heal you all together,"

The 'if' in my sentence was evident to us both, and we continued in silence. When the trail led outside, an idea came to me. "Wait! Jasper, wait." I pulled him to a stop before he could fly off to his family's aid. "I have an idea."

I pulled him outside, but rather than join the others, I led him around the warehouse, no longer requiring his help to walk. He followed me in silence, grimly trusting me and my idea. The lighthouse towered above us as we ran to the tiny door at its base.

Jasper had to carry me up the stairs, which was less humiliating than I thought it would be, and when we burst into top room, we'd probably lost about two minutes. Whoever had turned the lighthouse on obviously wasn't here anymore, I briefly wondered if they'd made it out before all of this happened. I brought my bow over to a spot behind the light, and pleased with my vantage point, began to search out targets. A large group of Hunters was being chased away to the far left hand corner of the warehouse. I knocked an explosive arrow, and let it loose. The action sent a dizzying wave of pain from my shoulder through to my head, and I stumbled. Jasper caught me before I fell, and I thanked him, before returning to watch the arrow. I loved my bow, and this was why. No human bow, and very few witch bows could make an arrow travel so far with such devastating accuracy. There was a chorus of yells as the arrow hit an unlucky member of the group, exploding on impact. "Nice shot," Jasper commented, coming up behind me.

Of course, he hadn't seen me fight yet. "You should see me at full health."

"Alright," He said, but I pretended to not hear him.

He stood beside me as I let another arrow loose into a similar group of Hunters, and thankfully, it wasn't as painful, although Jasper put a wary hand on the back of my shoulder. The explosion lit up the surrounding battles between vampire and witch. I couldn't see my father anywhere...or Nicholas. I reached for another explosive arrow, only to remember that I'd lost the rest when the control room collapsed. I knocked a normal arrow, but I soon realized that my visibility and aim weren't good enough – both from the darkness of night, and the effect of my injuries – to hit individuals.

"It's too dark. I can't hit them," I said exasperatedly, lowering my bow angrily.

Jasper paused for a second, before his face lit up, "I have an idea."

I stood back as he leapt over to the light flashing behind us, and grabbed hold of the cage attached to the gargantuan bulb. With strength only a vampire could muster, he began to heave at the metal, tugging it with such force that the metal began to screech. He didn't stop until he'd dislodged it from its stand, and even then, he swung it around so that it almost blinded me.

"How's that?" He called,

"Brilliant!" I said, turning back to the ground. The heat was uncomfortable, but the light meant that I could be see, and be safe from Hunters below. There was no way they could look into the light to aim. "You pick the target, I'll shoot it," I called.

He swung the light around so that it caught a Hunter. He got a chance to look up blindly, before my arrow pierced his eye. "Get him?" Jasper called,

"Bullseye,"

He swung the light onto the next unfortunate Hunter, and together we worked quickly to pick off any individuals who strayed too far from their group. However, we only killed twelve in total, as my arrows ran out completely after that. Only the axe rattled in my empty quiver. Jasper realized I'd stopped, and came to see why, leaving the light to drop and light up the ground at our feet instead. "Come on, we have to go," I said, but Jasper had frozen.

"What is it?" I asked, but he was entirely focused on the battlefield. I followed his gaze, and my mouth dropped open with horror.

Alice was stumbling around, obviously injured, but something much worse was coming for her. Another goliath Hunter, possibly even larger than the one I'd take down earlier, was coming straight for her, a deadly-looking blade in his hand.

"Shoot him, Morgana!" Jasper shouted, pure terror in his voice,

"I can't!"

We could only watch as the Hunter swung his sword at Alice, just as she turned to face him. It sliced open her chest and she was thrown backwards. Jasper roared and threw himself off of the lighthouse.

"Jasper!" I cried, clutching the rail as I watched him fall towards the ground. I heard the impact, but it had no effect on him as he powered towards the Hunter. The giant man barely had time to lift his sword before Jasper tore his head off. I pushed off of the rail and ran around to the hatch. I had to handle these stairs on my own, and just pray that somehow, I would be in time.

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