So sorry for the short chapter

My blood ran cold as It stared me down its burning red eyes staring into mine for a moment nether of us moved then all hell broke lose. The grim let loose a roar and I fall backwards the heat of the camp fire licking at my face, the Grimm moving forward hungry for its next meal its scaly paw coming down on my chest I wince as its claws sink into my skin as its mouth opens larger than I thought it could.

NO my mind screams my hand going for the fire I nearly scream as the fire burns my skin but I have what I want as I grip on to the burning log and violently thrusting it into the Grimm's mouth, it reeled back a pained angry cry of frustration filling the night air. Though while surprised I knew it wasn't done and worse now it was angry a Grimm smile breaks across my face, I need to run get away into the night make it more work, to much of a bother for the Grimm it was my only chance.

I run as fast as my tired legs will carry me adrenaline filling my battered body and for a moment I think my plan had worked the sound of breaking trees informed me of my foolish mistake.

I feel it's great paw slam into my back and the sensation of leaving the ground, floating helpless the the cold wind flowing bast me ... then pain as I come crashing back to the world. I can feel it now my burnt hand, the pain in my chest and I look down to see my blood seeping from me staining the snow red.

I weakly look up as the Grimm slinks to me, I wonder why its taking its time, perhaps it simply doesn't want any more surprises I think to my self.

"stop" I weakly moan out I didn't want to die here like, this isn't how it was supposed to end, I was supposed to become a hunter to show them all that I was worth something.

'stop" I call out as the beast descends on me "STOP" perhaps the last words I would ever say I close my eyes and what for oblivion...

I feel something now not a thought more like a emotion, hunger, anger then confusion. I'm not my self now i'm standing over me a burning sensation filling my mouth wasnt it my hand that was burned?. I feel something else push into my mind hatred and cold pushing through me as if something was attacking my mind, a broken ancient mind hungry for my soul and my flesh. I push back at it and I'm me once more I look up at the Grimm and it's just standing there looking down at me, for a moment I feel the Grimm's mind and It moves back almost afraid?.

I feel faint as darkness starts to crawl into my vision "blood lose" is all I can think, so this is how I die. I almost give up, almost let death over take me a flash of silver light strikes at the grimm it reels back in anger a human shape fills my vision a women I think. Long green and brown hair dance from her head twisting in and around each other. her hand strikes out almost faster then I can follow silver grey light flashing striking at the Grimm's head, Its body collapsing dissipating into the night.

My eyes are tired now and they slowly close the pain of my wounds replaced with cold and dark over takes my vision completely.

"I've got you" her heavily accented voice tries to comfort me. I feel her hands rest on my chest " by light we are born and through dark we are forge. given form for all time her voice as light as a wispier, for a moment I feel nothing.

Then I feel it crashing down on me, ripping through my torn tired body. Fire fills my veins spreading giving me the strength to live, flowing into all my broken parts my flesh and bones cry out as it heals by broken form. She lifts me up caring me to dust knows were though I suppose anywhere is better than here.

I cant stay awake now no matter how much I want to thank her..."your so close now my little knight, so close to me" Another voice fills my head not my own and sentiently not my savoir, a silky dark voice that I have grown used to my constant companion.

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so just wanted to say thanks for all the reviews and keep them coming.

also leave your guess on how are good Samaritan is. here's your clue one of the people from the show is her relative.