Lunar Whispers-Born for the Lycan King

Chapter no 9- Mummified 'You are but a zenith of an artist's dream He must have pondered you for ages, a wonder to beam' Damien I was so absorbed by her sitting there, Alive. I forgot she was bit, and she was bleeding. We both stared at each other, my mind blank. Her ember red hair soaked in water, sticking to her body. They were long, wavy and thick. It covered her body like flames spreading their way over her body. Her green eyes staring into me. I felt if it were possible that I possessed a soul, She could talk to it through her eyes. I felt for her more than I ever felt for any others. Her pull so strong, she could pull my body towards her and I wouldn't be surprised. My hands yearned to run into her hair, hold her, touch her. I wanted to hold her in my arms and not let anything happen to her. I could hold her forever, not letting her leave even if she begged to go. So no harm could touch her ever. But it was not possible. She needed to leave. She should have left. Amara My body was hurt. Pain burned my body, but it fell into neglect as I held his gaze. The ghost of a smile that held my lips was gone. I was just breathless now. We both stared at each other, my mind blank. His black eyes held onto mine like a prisoner. It was a possession I didn't want to get out of. An Abyss, I wanted to go deeper and deeper into it and never leave. My hands longed to touch him. Hold him. Ask him about the Isolation in his eyes, the Melancholy in his soul. Heal him. Bring him to peace, all the while being broken myself. It was a beautiful thought. For him to be Serene. But It was not possible. He wanted me to leave. I should have left. . . . Erica was breathing on my head. Her face red, eyes in tears, anger burning in her. "What were you thinking!" She yelled. I wasn't. I wasn't thinking at all. And this earned me unbearable pain. My arm was searing, burning with a sensation that coursed through my veins like molten lava. It took a while for the effect of adrenaline and Damein to leave. And now I was in misery. My arm was being checked by a nurse. The fields was covered with them, and doctors. Checking up on the injured. Bringing them to hospitals, getting them better. "There are two deep bites, but it have not shattered bone. You need to have several stitches. You also have fever," The nurse told me, "And you need to be on a course of antibiotics for infection. Can you stand up?" Weakly, I nod my head. Erica held my other hand and pulled me on my feet. The sudden movement made my arm jerk and increase the pain ten folds. I cry out. "Please get her to the ambulance," The nurse asked Erica to which she nodded her head quickly. "No," I pulled my arm away from Erica. "I will not go in. I have done enough damage," Erica looked like she wanted to slap me. She would have if I wasn't injured. "Amara. I have had enough of your stubbornness for today. Move your bloody ass to the vehicle," She demanded. And I was just that. Stubborn. Too prideful to go into his city after he clearly said I would not come back under any circumstances. I had left. I had, knowing I would not see my sister even at her death. My demise was least of my concerns. "Erica, I will not go, and you know that," "And why is that?" Calm and deep. Like there has not just been a war going on, and the groans of the hurt are a faint distant cry. Goosebumps cover my skin. My head turn to face Damien. "Why what?" I ask. My heart thumping in my chest. "Go to the hospital, Amara . You are injured," He hissed. My head almost spins in conflicting emotions. Anger. Panic. Pain. Disbelief. Surprise. Fondness. Affection. "You ordered me to never come back to the city," I hissed back. He took a step towards me, and another. He took my arm from Erica, while I tried to protest and pull away. "What are you doing?" "I ordered you to leave. I order you to come back," "I am not in your city, I am not your slave anymore. I don't follow your orders here," My voice was weak bit I still stood my ground. I was just being petty at this point and I knew that well enough. I wanted him to persuade me. I wanted him to beg me to come back. I wanted him to feel something. Anything. Maybe my brain was actually fried, or maybe I was too blinded by pain to think straight. But there was no begging. There was no persuading. He wrapped his arm under my hips, lifted me up just like that, and started walking. ...? "Damein?" I gasped. He carried me effortlessly in one arm. I was too aghast to form words or move my muscles. My body was beautifully warm, and my mind was stupidly blank and hyper-focused on him. His arm around me. His chest against mine. My heart was beating against his. Same rhythm. Fast and loud. My face in his neck. My hand on his shoulder. His breath on my shoulder. We passed the gates. He walked near an ambulance and unloaded me there gently. He tucked a strand of hair behind my red ear. He knew what effect he had on me. I could see it on his face. His amused eyes. "Now you are in my city," He whispered. "Better start listening to orders now. Inside!" It was order delivered in a soft tone. Soft enough for me to oblige. Also, the pain was killing me. Two nurses were standing by my side already. They helped me up onto the stretcher and I was dragged onto the ambulance. So much for persuading. I was covered in cotton and gauze. My hand had a drip attached. Echo beeping by my head, and my throat was drying up. They said an infection had started to spread from my arm, and I needed to be under observation. If it spread further, I had to say good bye to my arm. My body was burning up in fever. But atleast Jacob was dead. It was almost night, and I was feeling a little better. Alex had visited several times, asking if I needed anything. He was a good man. I liked him already. The infection was not spreading because meds that had my mouth tasting like soap, and the drip that had swollen my arm. I was removed of my rags, cleaned by a washcloth and was given a hospital gown. It was pink. I liked pink. Erica was asleep on the chair. The door swing open and in came black hair attached to a very tall body. Damien. Our eyes met. He walked to my bed avoiding making any noise to wake Erica up. He was freshly dressed. His torn white shirt was replaced with a new one. One look and the images of his naked torso rush into my brain. I wonder if his shirt tear when he turned. "I brought this," He said, bringing forward a small card board box. I opened it, and there were red berries. "...?" I look up at him, confused. "They promote healing, works better than any medicine," I was feeling all the emotions a school girl would feel when her crush asks her for prom. "Do they taste good?" I ask. Now he was confused, "You never had them before?" He asks. "Jacob loved these, so we were not allowed to eat it," I told him. I take one. It was red, like the name. I take it in my mouth and bite down. A sweet and sour taste swirls my mouth. My eyes widen a little as I look up at him. I think I found my new favorite fruit. "I can see you liked it," A ghost if smile covers his lips. I take another one in my mouth. "You can...sit you know, consider this your own city," His eyes narrow at me before he looks around for a chair. The two chairs in the room were booked by Erica, one for upper body, other for lower. His eyes return and he settles on the bed beside me. My thighs touch his back, and I was not complaining. "How are you feeling," He asks. Is he really being this nice? or the infection actually is spreading making me hallucinate. "I am good," I nod my head, "My arm hurts, My head hurts, My body is burning up in fever, and I feel like someone replaced my throat with a bark. Its all la la land," I smile. "You are in a good mood," He studies me. I release a breath. I am always in a good mood unless I am not provoked, which is the only thing he had done everytime we meet. "I killed Jacob," I look at Erica. "I never thought killing someone would make me feel this good, But it does," I tell him. He nods his head. "Also You are not yelling at me to...get the hell out of your city so..., I have a place to stay for a while," I had yet again spoke without thinking. And I had ruined his mood. His features that were just so relaxed had shifted, his back tensed, his shoulders rigid. Way to go Amara. "You can stay,"