I woke up with the sun scorching my body through the shutter in the roof.
I looked around to see where I was. It was a rather large looking room with a door that made me assume that the room wasn't all there was to the building.
To my right I could see the elder, and to my left there was a plump woman in her late 50s that I didn't know.
She had a gentle smile, given that I'm thought of as a monster, it was a rare thing to witness. Yet elder looked nervous. Which was more of a response that I was used to get when interacting with people.
I felt something rubbing against where I was wounded, when i looked down there, i could see some wet,dirty rags, that was used to bandage the wound, and my clothes were replaced with rags, wrapped around the important places.
Not that I needed the bandaging, but the fact that they'd try to assist me, made me feel happy.
I tried to lift myself to a sitting position using my hands, and felt a sharp pain, again, in my left side. My kidney, I thought.
It horrified me, because I could guess what it was. Since the spear wasn't made from a proper spear head that would only break from a horse charging, but a disposable arrowhead, when the spear was pulled from me, it must have stood lodged in my kidney.
And the fact that i wasn't rampaging and still sane, meant that it didn't go far enough to reach my abdominal aorta.
Still, i felt that i needed blood to replenish the loss.
''Hey! Easy there'' said the older woman, trying to reach me with her hands. I ignored her.
I must've winced , i don't see another reason for her to try and stop me. I gritted through and forced myself into a sitting position, and after i stopped moving, pain also stopped.
I need to remove the arrowhead. But not here, because that'd filthy the bed, the house they took me in, it would be a betrayal to their hospitality, and there was a possibility that i could end up rampaging, like a few times i have in the past. And if it happened, i'd rather have it be in a remote area where i wouldn't hurt anyone that knows me.
It happened before and if not for the murderous wake left behind, i would know nothing about it.
''How do you feel'' The elder women asked me.
''I'll survive, i replied. If i checked the wound, i wouldn't even see a mark i knew, but the wounds shut from outside to inside on a vampire, which meant that i had to open it again to get the arrow out otherwise it'd keep hurting me, and in the worst case scenario, it'd make me lose enough blood to go rampaging.
I flashed a sad smile. ''I'd have atleast expected an apology from her.'' I looked down to gain more pity.
''Part of the blame lies on me.'' the elder interrupted.
''I didn't think you'd want to explore the village, so i didn't warn any of the townsfolk to avoid an uproar. I should've atleast warn the day's watcher.''
''It's not your fault.'' I assured the elder. ''Who stabs someone they barely know?''
The door opened, apparently she was standing behind the door, she looked genuinely sad, and a slight bit nervous. '' M'sorry.''
That was kinda dissappointing, one would think that she'd have prepared an apology for what she had done.
Maybe she just didn't know her manners, i thought.
I wasn't going to let it get to my head too much. ''It hurts to move, can someone help me get to the mill?'' I asked to no one in particular, to which the elder replied with ''Go fetch Royce, He ought to be in the alehouse by now, providing them with grains and drinking his share.''
''O-okay'' the fat woman responded. And i was left alone with the elder lady, after the elder left the room to attend his matters.
''What's your name dear?'' She asked me, i found it hard to believe that the elder wouldn't tell her my name, but i answered regardless. ''Flandre is fine, what's your's madam?'' I replied in a formal way because she didn't have the villager accent that the others had, I assumed that she was nobleborn, or atleast, not from around here.
''Marianne of Florence'' She replied, sure enough she was a noble.''But you can call me mary.''
''I thank you for your hospitality, your house is warm and it's the most comfortable bed i slept in.'' I said, it wasn't necessarily true, but it wasn't false either. It had been hundreds of years since i've slept in a proper bed, and a little courtesy with the lady of the village would go a long way.
After a little chatter i had learnt that the elder's real name was Matthieu, and he was her husband.
''And i think you'd be interested since you live with him, but Royce is my grand nephew.''
As she said that, Royce entered the room. I could see that he ran, judging by the sweat drops on his forehead and his uneven breaths.
''I'm sorry for asking Royce but i can't move comfortably yet, could you help me to the mill?'' I tried to look as helpless as i could.
''Of course.'' Came his answer, he didn't pry into what happened, and lent me a shoulder, but we were interrupted by Marianne, ''You can't go out like that, Here!'' She threw me a linen cape, way oversized for someone of my figure. ''You'll catch a cold!''
Whether she was genuinely worried about my health, or just worried about the villagers seeing my wings, i couldn't tell. But i guessed the latter.
Royce walked me to the cottage and aside from the sharp pain i endured from each step, it was uneventful.
AN: Med school finals are rough. Expect slower updates 'till i'm done.