The Purest Blood

The Fight For Her Life

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Ch.17

holding my last breath
safe inside myself
are all my thoughts of you
sweet raptured light it ends here tonight
 

Micah's POV

Cradling her to my chest, I flew through the tree's faster than the human eyes could see. I could feel her life slipping away by the second and it only quickened my pace.

There was so much blood, it was soaking through her clothes and into my own shirt. The knife was still protruding out of her chest and I hadn't touched it for fear I would make the bleeding worse.

I concentrated, tried reading her thoughts, and I could only retrieve bits and pieces. She was unconscious but all different things were running through her head. Memories, dreams..

 Bursting into the clearing, I reached the mansion. Gazing down at her, I saw her face bathed in moonlight and she actually looked peaceful. Peaceful wasn't good, she needed to fight for her life.

There was no time for hesitation, and I ran through the huge, heavy front doors. They must have felt me coming, because waiting in the foyer was my father and a few of the coven's counsel members. They were old, and well trained on controlling they're thirst.

Thank goodness for that, because the blood was pouring out of her wound.

I stood there, waiting for someone to tell me what to do but no one spoke. Out of breath, I attempted to yell, "Well?! Someone help her!"

There was a bang as someone through the doors open behind me, and flew in. I turned to see both Greyson and Nathaniel briskly walking towards me.

Nathaniel's face was weary, and yet, it was blank of emotion. His nose twitched but he continued to advance towards me. Holding his arms out, he motioned towards himself, "Give her to me."

Nathaniel knew a lot about medicine but I was hesitant, where had he been when we were searching for her and how had he known where she had been?

Giving me an impatient look, he widened his eyes and motioned towards himself again. My father's voice boomed from behind me, "Micah, give her to Nathaniel."

Tightening my grip on her, I whipped back around and growled, "I don't trust him."

My father's eyes bore into mine and his authority came off of him, forcing a tight grip around my throat. He spoke calmly, "Do you want her to live or not?"

The thought of her dying struck through my chest and I handed her limp body to him. Pain flashed across his face and I caught it, although he remained calm and regained a look of seriousness.

Laying her down on the linoleum, he gingerly touched the knife protruding from her abdomen.

Time stood still for a moment.

As I gazed down at her, everything slowed to a halt. Her long blond locks layed flowing around her shoulders and small wisps stuck to her face and neck. Her eyes were closed, preventing me from seeing the blue pools of color that had captured my heart.