9 February 2013
Roslyn opened her eyes, staring at a white ceiling, under dim light. She felt tired, and weak. Her mouth felt dry. The burning in her stomach almost fully extinguished. Something warm was touching her hand. She didn't dare to move yet. She tested herself, wiggling her toes and fingers. "Good evening." A soft, comforting voice murmured. "Mm.." She murmured, unsure of a response. She looked to see who was touching her hand. Jordan. All the memories of the last day flowed through her. "Hey." She said. He smirked. "Ah.. What time is it?" "Like, one in the morning." She stared at him, he looked exhausted, dark rings circled his lovely eyes. She looked down, her wound was wrapped. "Does it hurt?" He asked. "Um, no. It's better. Thanks, for saving me." "It was my my pleasure." His heart he thought for years would remain a cold stone, began to feel warm as he admired her lovely face. "You look tired." She said. "Go to bed." He was exhausted. "I don't want to leave you alone." "I'm a big girl. Go to bed." He hears footsteps down the hall. Walter. "Walter will be here soon. Good night Roslyn." He said, stuffing his hands into his pockets, stalking out of the room. Such a strange boy. He was gorgeous, no doubt. Swift. Quiet. Gentle. Hard. But, she liked him. She liked his touch. His warmth. His presence. She was pulled out of her thoughts when an older man came in with a steaming mug in his tender, wrinkled hands. He sat in the chair Jordan was in. He handed me the mug, smiling gently. He seemed friendly. He had a bit of white hair left on his head, and faded blue eyes. "Drink that, it'll take away all of the pain, and put you to sleep." Roslyn looked at the mug, clear red liquid steamed in it. She took a small sip, her mouth filled with a warm, sweet taste. She continued to drink, making her feel relaxed, happier. "What it this?" "A special blend of mine." She smiled. "So, your probably full of questions huh?" She nodded. "Well, I guess I'll give you the whole story." He said. "Jordan told me you are aware of what you are, we'll worry about that when your back on your feet. So, welcome to my home. Gifted, troubled ones like you, or Jordan stay here. I provide you with all of your needs, teach you self-control, and how to use your power." Roslyn focused hard, taking in every word. "That boy, my boy, is Jordan. You, Roslyn, were attacked by a demon. Jordan is.." He paused. "Jordan is a half-demon. He is a forbidden species. A troubled, tormented boy. But, I raised him. I raised him to do good. To destroy demons. I've never seen that boy care so much for someone. I know, Roslyn, that he can trust you. I know when I pass, he'll stick around to see you." "Pass?" "I'm growing old Rosie. Can I call you Rosie?" She nodded. "No, Walter. Don't think about that." He laughed. "I'm not worried." Her eyelids began to feel heavy. "Your safe here Rosie. Jordan will teach you what you have to know. Your getting sleepy, I have ten new students. I must go." He said standing up. "Sleep well Rosie." He slowly left the room. Roslyn closed her eyes, this time falling into a gentle, comfortable sleep.
*** She was running from something. The sun shone through the trees, warm on her cold skin. She kept going, her mind full of dread and fear. Burning pain ripped across her stomach. She lifted her shirt, revealing nothing but her pale stomach. There was a laugh. A man's laugh, a mocking, gruesome laugh. She continued to run through the endless trees, unsure of her next mood. "Roslyn..." A voice said, pulling her out of the woods. "Roslyn..." The pain intensified. Something wet was placed where it hurt, cooling the burning pain. Something warm was stroking her face. "Come on.." The voice said, pulling her to consciousness. She opened her eyes, to see Walter leaning over her, mending a hideous gash across her stomach. Horrified, she closed her eyes again. Jordan stared at the wound across her porcelain skin, than turned back to Roslyn. "It's okay. Walter is going to fix it. You should be able to walk today. I'm going to help you." He said as softly as he could. Sweet, soft, and gentle were very new for Jordan. As a half human, have creature sent from hell, it felt awkward. Unnatural. But he felt affection toward the innocent girl, wincing, digging her nails into the mattress in pain. She opened her eyes again, staring at Jordan. "Do I have to meet people?" "Not today if you don't want to." She sighed. "I'm not.. Exactly in a social mood." "It's fine Rosie." Walter said, reaching for a flask of clear, light blue liquid. He looked at her, eyes full of concern. "You should get a grip, on something, this will hurt at first." She frowned. Jordan took her hand. "Do you want this?" He asked, glancing at their locked fingers. She nodded. "Do what you have to do, I won't feel it." She nodded again, looking at the hideous wound. Walter glanced at the two, than poured the substance onto her flesh. Roslyn dug her nails deep into Jordan's skin, clenching her teeth in pain. Walter reached for a white cloth, she watched in fascination as the puss leaked out, soaking the cloth, all of the infectious liquids poured out, soaking the cloth. The wound closed, the pain began to fade, as she watched in fascination, the wound turned into scab, than a line across her stomach. She relaxed, letting go of Jordan. "How?" "Another one of my blends." Walter said smiling. She touched the scar. "That, unfortunately, I cannot rid of." He said. Jordan was humored by her fascination, he had seen it happen so many times. She turned over, an sat at the edge of the bed, looking at him. He smiled, amazed by her every move. "What are we doing today?" "Well, I could take you to the lake, or.. Get you to your room.. Right, no socializing today.." He said playfully. She glanced at a small pile of folded clothes at the foot of the bed. "My friend's. They're yours." She nodded. He stood up. First door to the left is a wash room. I'll see you in twenty minutes?" "Um, yeah." She said, standing up, taking the bundle of clothes, and walked out, leaving Jordan standing by the door.
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