before her again and she leapt at him. Her fangs landed in his jugular and she bit. He slapped her down and she hit the ground roughly. She felt her leg break, the bone going through the skin. She grasped her leg and closed her eyes as the pain coursed through her but… to a lesser degree than it should.
She took a deep breath as she focused on the broken leg. The pain decreased the more she concentrated on it. He was there then , pushing her bone back into the skin and setting it straight. She screamed, but only because it was what she would do if he had done something like that to her when she could feel the full force of it.
It hurt. It hurt like hell, but slowly… she took a deep breath and continued to concentrate. She could feel the inside of her body in a way she never could before. The same way she could wiggle her toes and be sure they were alright, she could move the marrow in her bones. It was almost as if she could feel every molecule of blood, every cell, every atom. She moved the healing to the place where it was needed most and when she looked to her leg…
There was nothing but an ugly bruise where the bone had gone through. She looked up at him in amazement. She heard something scurry behind her and she turned over in a crouching position. It was a housecat. The cat hissed and bounded off into the trees. She heard an owl hooting in the distance. She heard a leaf fall from a nearby tree.
Again, something on the breeze caught her nose and she looked off towards the north. There was something out there. There were a lot of them. They were running away from them. The instinct was so strong to run after them, to find them, to hunt them, to kill them, that she found herself pawing at the earth. The feel of the cool earth in her hands was curious. She was momentarily distracted from the chase as she felt the soil slide between her fingers, beneath her extended nails. She could feel it with every pore of her hands.
He shifted behind her and she remembered her purpose in coming out here. She turned to him baring her fangs. “I want to see her.”
“Come,” he replied as he turned and strode towards the house.
She was tempted to not follow. She had his keys. She could drive into the nearest town and… what? Ask people to help her find her mother? If they had her, the people who had shown up on the scene of the accident, then he was the only link she had to finding her. Rage seethed up in her as she realized she didn’t even yet know his name. She had to have more information before she just went running off down the mountain. Besides. Without him to piss her off, her legs might stop working and she wouldn’t be able to do anything with that giant truck besides wish it would go with the power of her mind.
She walked quickly after him and felt a rush of warmth at the feel of her legs beneath her. They felt powerful, solid… if anyone had told her that she would walk again she would have laughed in their faces. Yet here she was, whole. She felt guilty for feeling so good about having her legs back when her little sister was most probably dead and her mother was God knew where, but there it was. She always could see the good in the worst situations.
He was opening the lap top when she closed the door and came to sit beside him. Something powerful arched between them. It was like electricity. She nearly jumped off the couch again, but forced herself to stay put. He readjusted himself as if he felt the charge as well. He moved just that much further away from her. Finally he had something up on the laptop and he turned the screen towards her.
All the fight fled from her as tears entered her eyes. She knew it the moment her legs were gone again and she lamented the loss. Her mother sat out on a porch near the ocean. She was smiling and happy as she looked over the roiling sea. A woman that looked suspiciously like Miranda’s dearly departed grandmother approached with a glass of lemonade and said something
She took a deep breath as she focused on the broken leg. The pain decreased the more she concentrated on it. He was there then , pushing her bone back into the skin and setting it straight. She screamed, but only because it was what she would do if he had done something like that to her when she could feel the full force of it.
It hurt. It hurt like hell, but slowly… she took a deep breath and continued to concentrate. She could feel the inside of her body in a way she never could before. The same way she could wiggle her toes and be sure they were alright, she could move the marrow in her bones. It was almost as if she could feel every molecule of blood, every cell, every atom. She moved the healing to the place where it was needed most and when she looked to her leg…
There was nothing but an ugly bruise where the bone had gone through. She looked up at him in amazement. She heard something scurry behind her and she turned over in a crouching position. It was a housecat. The cat hissed and bounded off into the trees. She heard an owl hooting in the distance. She heard a leaf fall from a nearby tree.
Again, something on the breeze caught her nose and she looked off towards the north. There was something out there. There were a lot of them. They were running away from them. The instinct was so strong to run after them, to find them, to hunt them, to kill them, that she found herself pawing at the earth. The feel of the cool earth in her hands was curious. She was momentarily distracted from the chase as she felt the soil slide between her fingers, beneath her extended nails. She could feel it with every pore of her hands.
He shifted behind her and she remembered her purpose in coming out here. She turned to him baring her fangs. “I want to see her.”
“Come,” he replied as he turned and strode towards the house.
She was tempted to not follow. She had his keys. She could drive into the nearest town and… what? Ask people to help her find her mother? If they had her, the people who had shown up on the scene of the accident, then he was the only link she had to finding her. Rage seethed up in her as she realized she didn’t even yet know his name. She had to have more information before she just went running off down the mountain. Besides. Without him to piss her off, her legs might stop working and she wouldn’t be able to do anything with that giant truck besides wish it would go with the power of her mind.
She walked quickly after him and felt a rush of warmth at the feel of her legs beneath her. They felt powerful, solid… if anyone had told her that she would walk again she would have laughed in their faces. Yet here she was, whole. She felt guilty for feeling so good about having her legs back when her little sister was most probably dead and her mother was God knew where, but there it was. She always could see the good in the worst situations.
He was opening the lap top when she closed the door and came to sit beside him. Something powerful arched between them. It was like electricity. She nearly jumped off the couch again, but forced herself to stay put. He readjusted himself as if he felt the charge as well. He moved just that much further away from her. Finally he had something up on the laptop and he turned the screen towards her.
All the fight fled from her as tears entered her eyes. She knew it the moment her legs were gone again and she lamented the loss. Her mother sat out on a porch near the ocean. She was smiling and happy as she looked over the roiling sea. A woman that looked suspiciously like Miranda’s dearly departed grandmother approached with a glass of lemonade and said something
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