The Bane of Light

Vampyrs and their Girlfriends

"You need to treat that" I pointed out his arm. Paris blinked before looking down at his forearm.

"Right..." He said, unsure where he stood in this conversation.

"Do you have anyone to treat it? Anyone you can trust to keep their mouth shut?"

He shook his head at me, "Usually I would go to Aline...but... you know". Paris gestured at her corpse on the metal trolley. I nodded solemnly.

"Come on then" I sighed at Paris, outstretching my hand. I observed the room one last time, making sure it was spotless and could in no way be traced back to us. Paris did not move, staring dumbstruck at my outstretched hand. Loosing my patience, I snapped at him.

"Come on now. We don't have all night" I snapped. Breaking him out of his stupor, he scrambled towards me. I did not unclench my fist when he grabbed it, refusing to allow him to hold my hand. I shuddered upon the contact, wanting to crawl out of my skin. I gathered my remaining strength, in an attempt to forget about the uncomfortable warmth surrounding my wrist. With what remaining magic I had, pushing myself one last time, I launched us into the shadows and back out in my room.

Carrying two people besides just myself over was significantly more difficult than I had presumed, and both me and Paris collapsed into the room. I lay sprawled out on the cool stone, trying to catch my breath. Paris did the same, unused to shadow travel. After a moments rest, I pushed myself up on shaking arms and dragged myself up towards my trunk.

Kneeling infront of it, I began digging through my medical supplies. Pulling out a healing elixir that acted as an antibiotic flush, regular gauze wraps and anti-septic cleanser, I shut the lid of the trunk.

"Hey" I shouted at Paris. He moaned from the floor, where he lay face down. I really hoped he was not dead. I crawled towards him, cradling my medical supplies like one would an infant.

"Hey" I shoved his shoulder, shaking him to wake up. He groaned a garbled "osjnajdj" at me and I shoved him again. What was he so exhausted for? He wasn't the one who singlehandedly brought a girl back from the dead.

"We need to treat your damn arm before it gets infected" I told him, attempting to flip him over. My muscles burned from the extortion. Why was this boy so big? He was the size of a bloody troll. Pushing himself up on his arms, Paris managed to flip himself onto his back.

He stared up at my ceiling, before muttering out, "Your. Demon"

"Yeah, yeah. He's locked up. Don't worry about it. He needs to get familiarized with your scent anyways, if we expect our collaboration to work" I grumbled to him, pushing up his sleeve.

"Drink this" I shoved the healing elixir at his mouth. Paris eyed it suspiciously, before glancing at me nervously.

"I'm not trying to poison you, you oaf. Just drink it" I snapped, ripping open the gauze packet. Paris dubiously brought it to his lips, swallowing the violet liquid. While he swallowed, I poured the anti-septic on his arm. Paris hissed from the sudden pain, and began choking on the drink.

"Keep drinking" I snapped at him, refusing to wait for him to calm down from his coughing fit. I poured the anti-septic onto the bite once more. Paris tensed, but did not shout out this time. I could only imagine how much it stung, but I could not have him toddling over to the infirmary. It would be a dead giveaway if they realized he had a demon bite on his arm.

When the magical disinfectant trickled into the wound, clearing the white color of it back to normal, I slapped the healing patch on it. Paris' body jerked forward instinctually and I rolled my eyes. Men are such babies.

"Ow?" he said, looking at me in disbelief. His face had retained it's color, the healing elixir doing it's job properly. It was meant specifically for wounds of demonic origin, so I'm sure he'd be fine. Hopefully.

"Oh stop whining. I'm not your nursemaid. I'm only helping you because if I don't, you'll go straight to the infirmary. And you showing up at the infirmary with a demon bite would be a straight sellout. In case you're forgetting, that demon can be traced back to me, and I refuse to be exposed over a teeny little bite"

"Teeny? It's hardly what I call teeny!" Paris outraged at me, sitting up straight. I underestimated how much the elixir would heal him. It apparently gave him enough strength to argue with me. He was right about the bite though; it was technically fatal if not treated, but he didn't have to be such a baby about it. You didn't see me crying about every little wound. Even when my neck was peeling off from burns, I didn't go the infirmary. I sucked it up and dealt with it myself.

"Yeah, yeah. Men are such babies" I grumbled out, gathering up my supplies from the floor. I took a swig of the elixir myself, to heal the scratches on my face, before placing them back into the trunk.

"Where's Beastly?" Paris asked suspiciously, looking about the room as if I were hiding him under my bed. That wasn't even possible, considering the fact that my bed was on a platform. The only thing under my bed were the stairs that led up to it.

"Locked up within the shadows" I replied, refusing to clarify. Sir Beastly was waiting just on the other side of the Veil. He could sense me and Paris, but couldn't break through. I imagined that he could see us though, as one might through a one sided mirror. Besides, he was recently fed, so he had no interest in eating Paris at the moment. Again. Hopefully.

"You're drained. How are you keeping him there?" Paris asked me again, and I rubbed my temple. Dear Godess make him stop talking.

"Oh, now you notice that I'm drained, do you? It's none of your business! Get out! Now" I snapped at him.

"How? Curfew is still in place" Paris pointed out. He technically couldn't leave through the door, seeing that students were locked into their rooms till curfew was lifted.

"Well spotted, detective. You're leaving the same way you came!" I neared him. Immedietly he began spewing protests, saying he refused to go back in the shadows. A little nausea hardly killed anyone. I cornered Paris in, completely ignoring his protests.

Paris snapped his mouth shut as I came close, placing my hands on his chest. His green eyes were wide, eyebrows raised all the way to his hairline in shock. He stared down at me, frozen in place with his mouth partially gaping. His hands were clasped behind his back and just out of my reach, probably assuming that I could only drag him between realms unless I had a steady grip on him. My palms were innocently laid flat on his chest as I smiled up at him. I summoned all my shadows, using this momentary contact to buy his way through the shadow realm. If I just threw him in on his own, he most definitely would get stuck somewhere.

"Goodbye, Paris" I said to him in a sing-song manner. Without warning, I shoved him into the shadows. A garbled shout escaped his lips as he fell backwards into the shadow realm. I watched his face morph from shock to betrayal. For a split second, he fell through the shadow tunnel before landing into his own room. He peered at me from the other side and I gave him a small wave, before slamming the door in his face. Dusting my hands off from the interaction, I trudged to my restroom to drown myself in the bathtub, before climbing into bed and passing out from exhaustion.