Bitten

Chapter 5

Izzy returned home feeling better, and decided she'd help Xerxes find the pendant. After all, he had said it was to protect her, and he had been doing just that. She sat on the couch, and began unpacking her bag. "Was it a nice trip," Xerxes asked. "Yes, it was nice to spend time with family," she said as she picked up her dirty clothes and carried them to the washing machine.

"At the museum they are displaying my pendant," he said casually. " About that, why do you want me to have it," she asked as she closed the lid. "Do you really need to ask that question? Since I have met you, you've been on the dinner menu," he pointed out. "True, but don't you have any decedents you'd rather pass it to," she asked again removing her hair brush and other miscellaneous things from her bag.

"No," he sounded slightly bitter, but she ignored the bite to his tone.  "Okay, then I guess I can go tonight and get it," she said stretching her arms. "I'll make sure you aren't seen," he said calmly. "That would be good, considering I'm too cute for prison," she said laughing and walking into the kitchen.

Izzy literally just walked through the doors of the museum with ease, some of the displays were a little creepy in the dark, but she kept walking until she reached the right exhibit. The amber stone looked as if it were glowing, but she assumed it was just this display lighting.  She reached out pulling the case open with ease, her fingers brushing over the cold stone.

"Don't you know breaking and entering is a crime," Henry's familiar voice asked, as he appeared from the darkness. "Why are you here," she asked gripping the stone tightly, as she watched him carefully. "That's not important, what is important is that you are listening to a voice in your head and have no bloody idea who it is," he responded. "He's always helped me before," she pointed out, and Henry rolled his eyes.

"Look little bird, I think you should put that back where it came from. Somethings off about your new friend," he said as he approached her, his own cool flesh brushing hers as he gripped her fist. The stone became hot, she cried out, and Henry hissed throwing the object to the side as they were engulfed in a white light.

Her body hit the ground hard, and the impact of Henry's body on her was quite painful. "What in bloody hell," he yelled his blue eyes clashing with hers. She couldn't answer him, because the sun was shinning, and was he, human. He froze, it was day time, and the sun was warm on his neck instead of burning him. "What did you do," he demanded quickly removing himself off of her.

"I didn't do it," she stammered in shock looking around her, and then back at him. "Am I alive," the question hung in the air as he stomach began to growl. "I think so," she answered. "What kind of black magic is this, and where in the hell are we," he asked approaching her. An arrow flew by his ear, causing him to notice a man in older clothing staring at them.

" For fakes sake, when are we," he yelled unable to control his temper. He saw fear in her eyes, and he immediately felt a bit guilty for shouting. "How do we get home," she asked. "Where is your friend now," Henry growled offering her his hand. That was a good question, what in the world has just happened.

"No use standing around here," he said as the began searching for a road of some kind. They walked for hours before seeing an inn ahead. "You threw the stone," she shouted in disbelief. "Sticks and stones, love, you listened to a voice you didn't know," he pointed out as they approached the inn. "How can we get home without it," she asked ignoring the people staring at the oddly dressed pair.