" The Black river…" Brittany said subconsciously as she stared at the river.
There are a lot of stories surrounding this beautiful river, as she had read so much about it. It is said to have healing attributes and the reason for it black waters is still unknown, it is also said that it water tastes better than spring water.
Her eyes widened in awe, she staggered towards a flat rock before the river bank. Taking off her cloak, she knelt and scooped an amount of water in her hands, drank it and splashed it over her face.
She was at this when a thought struck her, the venom, that beast claw slashed her face and arm, quickly she ran her hand over her face… nothing? There were no signs of cut or scar, it is all smooth.
She ripped the sleeve off the injured arm and checked it, her eyes widened in shock, there really is no sign of the cut, it has disappeared like it were never there.
She hasn't washed her arm with the water, it was just her face and she drank little, does that mean the water detect the injury on her arm and healed it before she used the water? That's astonishing.
What of the venom? She doesn't feel any discomfort, her numbed senses were recovering, she even felt energized, her strength was slowly returning.
With a slight tilt of her head, she gazed at the black water for a while and abruptly… buried her face in it.
As he gently set her down, a wave of her intoxicating blood scent and venom washed over him.
His fangs subconsciously itched, a primal hunger was rising within him. He knew he needed to get away, and distance himself before he lost control.
It was insane, he had perceived many blood scents before, but there was something different about hers, it was magnetic, strong, and alluring.
He turned and walked towards the Black River, the water flowing like it was alive. He plunged their swords into its depths, the cold water washing away the blood.
He stood up as he was done, however, what he saw made his breath hitched. His eyes followed her movements as she removed her cloak in a smooth yet frail move, revealing a cascade of silver hair that shimmered like moonlight. Her face held a beauty that transcended the physical, and those hazel eyes, deep and captivating.
A jolt shot through his cold, dead heart. He watched as she cupped water in her hands and washed her face, her movements fluid and graceful.
He couldn't understand the sudden anger that surged within him when he saw the cuts and bruises. He remembered the mar on her skin when they were on the tree branch earlier, and he was having a burning urge to rip those beasts apart, All. Over. Again!
He stared at her, his heart pounding. He didn't know what it was about her, but she was awakening something within him, a spark of life in his cold, undead existence.
When he realized what he was doing, he cursed himself, why was he ogling her? What is going on with him? Get a grip on yourself damn it!
He cleared his throat and his aura morphed back into the spine-chilling indifference it was.
His deep velvety voice rang out, "You fought well for a little girl" he said flatly.
Brittany, who had just discovered that the water was only black on the surface, beneath the dark shades of the surface was a magical translucent paradise, so bright and beautiful.
Having heard a voice speak to her, she pulled her face out of the water.