Chapter 3 Part 1: Fangs
The sun peaked through the drawn window with silver curtains. She could tell that it is in the afternoon. A girl with rich chocolate, shoulder length hair was lying in a large bed. She seems to be bandaged up, where scars of battle were bleeding through.
I opened my eyes, a task that is difficult when it felt so heavy. I couldn't feel my body, but the stinging pain told me that is was in pain. A groan escaped her soft, pale lips; a groan of tiredness, grief, and a sense of loss. I had failed in my duty as Lestelle's protector, my duty as a friend. Silent tears streamed down my face. The sight of her would've torn anyone apart.
Suddenly, a hand drew over my face and touched my cheeks, wiping away the tears. I glared up, seeing a handsome face looking down to her. Ebony hair with blue eyes, long, flowing hair, and pale skin; an angel of perfection. His eyes were looking deeply in mine.
"Who are you?" I muttered.
"I am your rescuer, of course. Maybe it's not my problem, but girls like you shouldn't be lying in a forest at night full of undead creatures," said the man.
"Thank you for your rescue, but please, I am a lady with enough strength to overcome such challenges…"
"Oh really? I couldn't tell, even when you were wounded near the point of death," he laughed. I my lip jutted out into a pout. My eyes glaring angerly at him.
"That's not funny," I argued, he just smiled as he stared.
"You know, for a human, your quite cute when you pout." He complinated, as he placed a gentle hand on my face. It was so...warm. Closing my eyes I sighed and smiled against the warmth. Was this really happening?