It's been a couple of days since we had those good times. We're almost to the top of the look-out point now, though it'll be another day or two until we make it high enough to see the castle. Things are getting tense, niether of us want to see demons back home but if there's no bad sights: we'll have to head home.
"Do you think it'll be frightening to see what the palace looks like?", Heath scratched his head nervously fidgetting with his hilt, he must have been a bit worried about asking me that; the wind blew through the leaves, rustling them spontaniously in the breeze.
"I guess. Either way we'll have to do something soon - we may even have to go back despite the danger". He smiled - I suspected it was fake - and gave me a sidewards glance. You never know what he was thinking when he did what he did. Whether he was sane or whether it was nerves. I had never asked him. During that brief moment, one day he'd say I looked sad or alone. That he did it on impulse; I like to believe he did it because he wanted to. Pulling me towards him, his hands gripping my shoulders sternly, he pulled my lips to his and ravished my innocence. Okay. Not so savagely but it was a bit wild. I wrapped my arms around him, tangling my hands in his hair - I had never kissed like this before. My legs wound around his waist as he hiked my body up and carried me onto the pile of blankets we had been setting for our beds. I could feel his silent chuckles, and sense his eyes open. Watching me. He undid my bodice clumsily, and ripped off the top part of my dress. It was chilly. There was a cold gust of wind as he kissed down my neck. My back arched and I pulled open his shirt awkwardly, feeling his cold body shivering on mine. Somehow, I didn't think it was because of the temperature. He pulled off the remainder of my clothes, as I pulled off his. We were naked now; for the first time we saw eachother raw.
"If we don't live.. I atleast wanted.. to know I did this.. before I died..", he was panting and moaning lightly between words, his face was red - probably mirroring mine - and there was a soft glean to his face. It wasn't like a magical story where we both felt happy and nothing hurt and it was romantic, this was just us. No lies or faking or soft mushy stuff. He traced my body with his hands, outlining every curve of it and making my skin prickle. I could feel the words forming on my lips before I even knew it. Do it. And he did. Heath rushed into me, pushing himself deeper until we were both in ecstacy. His rhythmic motions kept me moving and lessened the pain but there was still alot of it. My back arched, and he moaned my name. Before we knew what we had done, it was over. The sheets and clothes we had were sticky - whether it was blood or other I wasn't quite sure. But we wrapped ourselves in the remaining materials we had and fell asleep. So deep, even dreams couldn't haunt me tonight. It was too perfect. My head on his chest, his arms around my waist; we fell into a dream-like state that claimed every sense of our being. We had broken every rule we were given. Probably betrayed alot of people. But it had been great.

A soft mist was rising up, rustles and scratches vibrating around the forest. Something small and black rushed past an opening between the trees and darted quickly into a burrow. It was going to be a warm day: the air was muggy and the sun had melted the night's chill quickly. He stirred beside me, and moaned something incoherent. The sound of Leah and Wolfy moving and playing in the trees was barely a hum to the sound of his breathing. In out in out in out. I had the weird temptation to run - how would he treat me now? Would he treat me like Alec had? Protecting me and keeping me at arms length? Would he -
"Good morning, sunshine. Why the long face, ay?", I jumped with the music of his voice. So husky, strong. He had me at 'Good' I think.
"U-uh, good morning H-heath. How was your uh sleep?". He brushed a lock of my hair back into place, taking a minute to reply.
"What's wrong? Do you hurt? Are you sick?". Worry wart.
"No! no! I'm fine. Just.. a bit off balance", my heart was about to bolt out of my chest and do tricks if this serious talk kept up. As I was about to explain, Heath lifted himself up and sat, cross-legged, staring at my intently. Why did his gaze do this to me? I felt light headed and started twirling my hair around my index finger.
"Off kilter, right?", he grabbed my twirling hand and pulled me into his naked chest; I could feel his heartbeat, and I swear, I could feel his body heat up with my touch. Nothing else had to be said. He didn't treat me like a pariah or touch me slowly as if a hard hug would snap me in two.
I fluttered, I have to admit. It felt nice to be embraced, and maybe if I held still he would hold me a while longer.
Sadly, not.
The trod of feet alerted us to the sudden quietness of the forest - when only moments ago it was bursting with life. Seperating quickly I grabbed a simple gown and pulled it over my head, while he adorned himself with pants and a simple-cut makeshift shirt. The footsteps became louder as I secured my father's sword to my waist.
"Who goes there?", Heath called out to the surrounding forest. Things were getting weird, there was only the sound of feet and our harsh breathing to remind us we were in danger.

A chirpy voice bounced off the trees. "Stand off". A small child, with hair of white and coal black eyes stood in the shadow of the trees. She was pale and wore only a black gown, simple in it's design. With a closer look, she showed black tattoos tracing up her arms and legs; curling around her eyes, they framed her angelic face. But it was ominous, a bad omen. A child with no soul. Demon.
As if to prove it, she stepped into the sun and the silhouette of her hidden demon horns splayed across the ground. It made me want to wretch with hatred. This child, this thing... is the cause of everything our people had lost. They hide their horns so as to lure other children or untaught commoners into the woods, and then they suck them dry of their life essence. Or in some cases, lay their sick fetus' into the corpse.
I tugged Heath's sleeve into the shadows again, always keeping an eye on the creature before us.
"Move slowly, little flys. I'll come get you, wherever you be. I'll rip you apart and eat you up. You'll never be faster then me". She strengthened her point by licking her lips, showing off her blood stained teeth. I stumbled backwards, tripping on an above-earth root. The demon threw her small head back, and cackled with laughter. It was chilling to the bone, and it gave me goosebumps.

There was no way to get out of this alive, not both of us. If this was the end, I didn't want to live knowing I could have done something. With that in mind, I did something.