The Fear- Part Two is now up
Mizz:
Demitri stirred, hearing the crackling of leaves rustling under his back faintly. He blinked, his vision returning at an alarmingly slow rate. When everything came into focus, he assessed his situation.
The clearing was empty, save for one. Alina lay next to him, unmoving, her silver hair fanned out from behind her head and resting lightly on his chest. With his free hand, he picked up a strand and laid it across his palm, marveling at the way it slipped through his fingers. He tried to move his left arm and was surprised to see it curled around Alina's small waist.
Dragging it slowly, so he would not disturb her, he tugged it out from underneath her body. She groaned softly before lurching straight up. Her eyes searched his bewildered face and instantly a series of images from the attack flashed through his mind.
He saw the pack leaping at him, their faces contorted with hunger and rage. He saw himself holding an unconscious Alina aloft, using her as a shield. He saw himself slumped on the ground, his arms still clutching Alina in a desperate attempt to save his own life while the pack retreated.
"How did you--" he gasped once the vivid slide show faded, taken aback at the depictions placed into his memories.
"I could ask you the same. What you did was impossible for any human. When I bit you, the poison should have killed you, yet it took my consciousness." Alina seemed composed, considering what she was saying was true and he was the only human that survived their attacks.
"But still... How--?" He trailed off, the answer to her power not seeming important anymore.
"I do not understand. I can still wield my powers over you, I just cannot kill you."
Chagrined that he could still be overpowered, Demetri grumbled, "Try again. Maybe you should use your powers this time."
Her face lit up at his sarcastic suggestion with child-like excitement.
"Oh. May I? I could bring you back if I succeed."
Demitri shrugged and scraped at the dirt with a stick to vent his frustration, masking his burning curiosity at her apparent ability to raise people from the dead. He chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully before holding up his forefinger.
"On one condition. You tell me where to bring you if you pass out again."
A frown crept across her gorgeous face, not altering the stunning trance it still lulled Demetri into every time he looked at it. She was obviously sore about her weakness.
Begrudgingly, she placed the directions into his mind and then screwed up her face in concentration, her eyebrows pulling together and her full lips pursing.
He felt a slight headache start to throb in his temples, but otherwise her attempt fell short. Demitri found his eyes wandering, not wanting to watch her swaying body. His curiosity overcame him, however, and he found himself watching anyway. Her eyes rolled back, the pink irises barely showing above the whites as she crumpled into the leaves.
Tossing the stick aside, Demitri slung her over his shoulder carefully and started off into the dense copse of trees where the directions led him.
Astral Faery:
Mysterious, intriguing, and different. It's beautifully written and a joy to read. I do hope you continue, even if we have to wait awhile for pictures. Don't give up! This is a great story.
Mizz:
Wow. Thank you so much. Well I have good new and bad news. Good news is that I've gotten my game back. Bad news is that most of my CC is gone, which includes my decorgal model pose and actions hacks which I adore and can't take pictures without. If I can get my hack back I will immediately start taking pictures. Thank you all for your lovely patience.
Astral Faery:
It's worth the wait ;)
Mizz:
Thank you. I have part three written, but I don't want to post it until I have all the pictures for parts one and two.
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