He is wearing a cloak. It seems to be enchanted as well, for with it he can travel through daylight without being burned. He still have the enchanted chain wrapped around my waist.
Because of the rest I had and meals I have eaten, I can now keep up with his speed, although barely, as we journeyed through the forest. Near noon, we stopped inside a cave, it seems that the enchantment can only hold a certain strength of the sun's glare. And his eyes might also be suffering from the bright rays.
Inside the cave the only light was coming from the entrance and two torches that was placed further down the tunnels. It might have been left by someone already inside.
"No one dangerous." he uttered. He might have read the minds of the occupants who left the torches, "And they are way down deep into the tunnel"
I watched him close his eyes as he sat several feet from me. His skin is unblemished, his face can rival those of the angels of my kind - divine, with almost perfect proportion in his features. His dark hair such a contrast to his pale skin, its length longer now since I've last seen him. It is more unruly, yet it doesn't take away the beauty of his looks. His rough beauty.
"Stop looking at me." He toss the bag of water towards me without opening his eyes or moving his body aside from his hands and arm.
The bag hit me on the chest, it looked like he didn't exert to much strength when he tossed it, yet I felt the hard impact.
It puzzles me that even though he does not need constant meal nor even water to survive, he would always get some - for me.
"Don't flatter yourself." I almost spit out the water I just drank when he made that comment. My mind block, it was down. In all my years with the demon, it has not been lowered. Not even when the vamphyre was chasing me. Why did it stumble now? "It's up again." He snide.
I was startled once again when he threw a question after I presumed that he is asleep since he had not move nor opened his eyes for a long while.
"Your name?"
"What?" I leaned back on the wall
"Give me your name?" He opened his eyes and glared, "I don't like calling you angel, it belies your nature. Your crime."
It has been a very long while since I have uttered my name. His need for it caused tears to form in my eyes, nearly choking me as I replied.
"Isobel."
He clenched his jaw, "Isobel" he spat it out in disgust, "Isobel the Murderer."
I turned my head away, gritting my teeth as I tried to stop myself from feeling self-pity, from crying from the injustice and guilt that is cloaking my soul - if I still have one. I continued staring at the wall until I realized that he has finally fallen asleep.
I stood up to explore the cave, being careful not to go beyond what is allowed by the chain. At one tunnel, I filled the bag once more with fresh water. In another, I have found some glittering gems which I hide in one of my pockets. As I walked back to our camping ground, I suddenly heard cricking sounds.
A giant spider is inching towards the vamphyre.
Without second thoughts, I ran towards him and tried to grab his sword. But his hand shot up, and he rolled away. In an instant, he has pulled the sword from the scabbard and pointed it towards me, nearly slicing through my neck. If I was inches more closer, it would have severed it from my head.
"What are you planning?!"
I pointed towards the spider inches to my left. I felt its web wrapped around me, it might have shot it from its spinneret as I attempted to grab the sword.
In a blur, he ran towards it cutting it in half with just one swoop. Fluids flew in several direction, coating me with slimy liquid, and I could see him flicking his cloak free of it as well.
"Irritating." he murmured, "Are there more?"
"I'm not sure."
He started to clear the camp and pulled me out into the dwindling light of the sun. We walked until he spotted a small waterfall area. He pushed me towards the falling water. Since the waterfall was short, the shower going down is not to hard as it would have been if it was a tall one. I rubbed the slime off of me and took off the vest to wash it. He simply stood below it since he could not remove his cloak until the sun starts to hides behind the mountain tops.
"Do not do that again." he finally pulled the cloak off his body, "I could have killed you."
His statement took me aback. I stared at him puzzled and surprised.
When he realized what he uttered, he smirked and tossed me the cloak, "Wash it." He turned his back at me.
"What made you change your mind?" I couldn't help asking as we continued our journey through the night.
"I haven't." he pushed some branches forward and released it when I was about to step after him. It hit me across the face, I know from the sting that a mark is now across my face as big as the branch that hit me. I glared at his back. "I'll bid my time. I want you to suffer."
He did the same for the next few branches until I caught up with his tactic and anticipated the move, holding the branches back before it could hit my face. Such a petty, childish move. I whispered as much.
"Still it hurts. You felt the sting." he murmured, "I want you to feel more than that. The pain gnawing through you everyday. Like a poison slowly killing you inside out."
"Then just make me drink poison and let me go." I stopped and he turned back to confront me.
"Death is too easy for you."He grabbed my arms, his hold nearly breaking my bones. "I want you to live. And suffer." he placed his face inches from mine, the tip of his nose touching mine, "With me."
He finally broke the bones, the pain is not new to me. How many times had it been that the demon broke the bones of my other arm when I have angered him? How many times have he done it just to wait for it to heal and break it again? I just breathed deeply and stared back at him.
"Easy." he snide, "Too easy."
He released his hold and started to walk again. I waited for some distance between us. The chain allowing that needed space. I moved my hand to fix the position of my bones, gritting my teeth as I felt the excruciating pain, and the tiny tendrils of shock and feel of my bones mending back. It would take an hour or so before it would be fully repaired. I looked around for something to use as a splint to hold my broken arm so that it would heal properly. I wouldn't want to re-break it to fix it.
Thank goodness that the materials are just around, but my shirt is no more. I am now only clothed with his vest on top as I used the final fragments to wrap the splint around. And also I'm thankful that length of the chain allowed me enough time to do all that before I almost felt the signal of a near yank. I ran forward to prevent it from suddenly yanking me and slamming me to his body.