Rider Of The Pale Horse

Promise

*This chapter is going to be edited like crazy when I get the time. But for right now it will have to work :) Hopefully it isn't to choppy and is still readable. ENJOY!! :D

There it was a spark in her body, a second and it flickered on inside of her. It was dark swirling energy that filled her cold body, the muscles tightened momentarily as her soul slipped back into place. Her skin felt too tight all of a sudden like her soul had grown in size making her body to small. There was warmth in her right hand, it tightened on her. Instantly her mind focused in on it using that sensation of warmth and heaviness as an anchor to keep from slipping back away into the utter nothingness. The cramped pain began to spread over her body as the last bits of her soul pressed inside.

Pale jade eyes opened and the first thing they focused on was Kael leaning over top of her, worried grey eyes searching her face for something anything. When their eyes locked Morrigan felt reality crash back down around her, she had died, she felt the last shred of warmth slip from her body as the blade dug itself deeper into her body searching for the ‘sweet spot’. How in the hell was she laying here staring up at Kael’s anxious face. She felt his heart race as she blinked wetting her dry eyes.

Kael slipped an arm under her shoulders and helped ease her up into a sitting position. For a second her head swam and her vision went black, when it all came back the world she looked at felt shaky at best. Everything seemed like glass to her now, her free hand clamped to the edge of the red plastic foam pad that was on the bench she sat on. Her other hand tightened considerably on Kael, the anchor, her anchor. She looked around the room her eyes moving from the pool around past the change room doors, the wrestling area, work out mat, then to the weights where she and the others seemed to be huddled up. Murran and Gareth both leaned against the wall next to the weight racks, Dmitri lay near them his body covered in heavy bandages that were soaked with blood.

They had been demolished by the Nephilim creatures, the muscles in her stomach twinged and she let out a short gasp. The pain caught her off guard, it had felt like years since she had felt anything. Kael leaned closer until she could feel his breath on her lips warming her oddly cold skin. Staring into the Demons eyes Morrigan couldn’t see anything except for relief and anger. He had yet to say anything or alert the others that she was not dead, for that she was grateful.

The last thing Morrigan wanted right now was to be coddled by the wounded. Kael leaned closer and closer still pausing for only a heartbeat each time he moved as if testing her, seeing how close he could get. The idea of kissing him made Morrigans body heat, she had never felt that before meeting him. She knew he was going to kiss her, and that should have been enough to send her off the deep end. But she could still feel the pull of the darkness tugging ever so slightly on her tired soul that didn’t quite fit in her body anymore. If he kissed her it would seal it all up and they could go back to how they were before.

“Morrigan! You’re alive!” Gareth shouted.

Morrigan jumped and quickly leaned back, Kael did the same his eyes looking everywhere but at her. An awkwardness fell between them as the idea of a kiss faded with the feeling of tiny little hands trying to claw out her tormented soul. He moved to the side giving room for another person to kneel in front of the bench and look at her. Gareth quickly claimed it and wrapped his arms around her shoulders jerking her into a strange hug. Morrigan froze unsure of what to do next. Should she push him away or allow him to finish his moment, she looked over at Kael pleadingly hoping he would help stop the horrible awkwardness of the physical contact.

He smiled at her and shook his head, “Hey, Kid. She just woke up, give her a second to get her shit together.” Morrigan scowled at Kael and his less than helpful help. He shrugged his shoulders lazily as if he was suddenly ok again. Did her near death do nothing? Was he indifferent to the fact that she had been wounded? Anger rose up devouring the uncomfortable sensation that had been warming her core. Gareth stepped back and laughed softly nodding his head.