Pushing her body to its limits and
beyond, Eve remained true to her heart and soul. Even as he tried to rip her
apart from within she resisted his hold. Frustration and shock was evident on
his face and he pushed himself just as far as she was pushing to try and get
her to submit to him. To give in was something that she had never done and no
matter who he was, she was not going to start giving in now. Shaking, her body
could no longer measure the pain she felt, instead preferring to stay numb. Her
mind went blank, but still she stayed strong inside, mentally willing her mind
and body to hold out a little longer.
Her body lay motionless on the
floor, suspended between life and death. Her soul was the only thing that
remained. Her body, once fragile was but a hollow shell. Tears fell from her
face unconsciously. He watched her from his position above and suddenly pulled
back. He was death, yet all the time he had been death there was no one who had
ever fought so hard against him. He could tell that she was special. Chest
heaving he stood up and walked to the opposite side of the room and sat on the
floor. Watching her, waiting for her, wanting her to live just a little bit
longer so that he could work out what it was about her that was already getting
under his skin. Blood ran through her body once more and colour returned to her
previously pale skin. Her eyes however remained closed. What had he done?
Life
seeped back into her as she regained the use of her body again. She could feel
her fingers and toes. Aching all over she kept her eyes closed. Was this what
death felt like? Did she really lose the battle for her life? Slow shallow
breaths filtered into her lungs and the knowledge that she was alive dawned on
her. Gingerly opening her eyes she got her bearings. She was in her home. Her
head swayed when she lifted it slightly off of the floor. Falling back down she
was alerted to movement off to her right. Who was that? What was that? Black
spots floated into her vision as she closed her eyes and willed her body to
recover just before she passed out.
Alive. He let out the breath he had
been holding while watching her. She was the first one to beat him. Well maybe
not beat him since he backed away, but certainly the first one that he had not
been able to kill. The first to live through his torture. Who was she, or more
to the point what was she? Getting up to check on her, she lay motionless on
the floor. If it wasn't for her breathing he would have never guessed that she
was alive. Reaching down he felt something for her that he couldn’t name. As
gently as possible he lifted her up and placed her back on the couch. Making
the most of the rest of his time here he wandered the room looking around.
Noticing a blanket folded in the corner he grabbed it and despite being known for
his fearsome side, he draped it over her. She flinched at the contact, but did
not wake.
Turning off the light in the room
he returned to his spot on the other side of the room. She hasn't only saved
herself tonight but saved others that he was supposed to see. He couldn't leave
her, not like this. Something within him told him that he needed to stay, so he
did. As slices of light from other rooms in the house shone into where they
were he remained motionless. Silence enveloped the room. He couldn't sleep,
even though he was just as tired as she was. Energy depleted, he considered for
one last time about leaving and decided against it. No matter what his father would have liked him
to do, for the first time in a long time, he didn’t care he was going to do
what he wanted to.
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