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Risky Chances, Part 3

“So, do you want my help?” she said to him. She could smell and sense the changes in his body knowing that he wouldn’t have much time.

An eerie calm surrounded them as she lingered over the features of his face, awaiting a response. His eyes closed and opened, slowly coming back to see her. He gave a slow nod.

“Okay then, here goes.”

She casually walked off the hood of the vehicle and went out of sight again. Sounds of cracking and popping of branches and then leaves shuffling came from where his feet should be. He couldn’t feel much of anything from his torso down. Trying to keep conscoiusness, he focused on the rain in the distance, a cool breeze blowing over his body; like the storm was holding its breath.

The ghostly female gave a quick look over the best way to do this. She’d lifted the smallest limb and broke it off freeing his legs to move. He would soon feel the tickling of ants as his lower region regained blood flow. As soon as the sweet smell of coppery metal surrounded her, she wrestled with lowering his socks, gaging the best artery to receive blood dosage. With a spot cleared, she leaned over with fangs exposed and began taking in the blood from her bite. She didn’t want to take too much, not not. She had much more planned for him. She licked the sight sealing it to stop blood from seeping.

Taking the chained glass trinket from around her neck, she pulled the cork closure out letting it fall back to her chest. Taking a small nick from her own wrist she let the blood seep into the global vial until it was full. She then placed the cork back, lapping at the spot on her wrist to clot the blood.

Returning to a semi-conscious Jaxon, she dangled the vial above him to see.

“Di suas agus beidh tu mar chuid de dom.”

As if he knew what she said, he nodded again and opened his mouth to let her warm crimson fluid drip into his mouth until the ball was empty. She replaced the cork and stepped back watching Jaxon carefully. She’d not done this very often, save a life with her own blood. She’d only ever taken enough to fulfill her needs. Her icy blue eyes watched with much curiosity as she hoped he’d agree to her plan and oath.

Jaxon lay there as he swallowed the darkened fluid. He could feel it coursing through his body like an intravenous drug for the first time. A rush of energy had his eyes open widely looking down at the tree branch atop his torso. With his pinned arms he felt as if he could move the branches off of him by now. Lifting his arms up and over his head, the branch goes over the top of the car rather easily, landing just behind it.

The girl smiled brightly seeing this revelation. Jaxon sat up and shook his head feeling a bit weird for a moment. He looked up at her, puzzled. It was like a moment of adrenaline that he’d experienced just earlier from the football game but this didn’t seem to want to stop. He looked down at his arms and circled his shoulders feeling them and his other limbs come back to life.

He slid off the car, pushing himself off the bumper. He looked down at his handprint now embedded in the heavy metal. He attempted to reach out to her. She dodged his grasp and just as quickly as she saw his reflex, she was on top of the car. Jaxon for a moment saw her before him, and then, she wasn’t there.

“Where did that tree limb go?” he asked trying to place everything.

He sensed something behind him and turned seeing her crouched on the top of the car. His eyes went wild.

‘Over here, behind the car,’ she replied to him in his mind, her lips unmoving.

‘What was that?’ he thought to himself as he licked his lips.

‘That, my child, was my life force. I gave you but a sample of my own blood.’ she said continuing with the mind link. Her eyes watching him intently.

‘Wait,’ he thought to himself. ‘How did she know that?’

‘Because you drank of my blood, we are now connected. I can hear you and when I wish, you can hear me.’

He shook his head trying to make sense of everything. He looked at his car.

“Well, that’s wrecked,” he said out loud. He leaned his back against the side of the car so that he could see her out of his peripheral view.

“Who are you?” he finally asked. She made her way to the edge of the car and let her legs dangle down. From here, he took a closer look at the girl. She was quite beautiful actually. He hadn’t ever seen quite a beauty like her. Her lips were full and lush.

‘Quite kissable.’ he continued thinking.

“Oh boyo, I’ve heard that before. You are just like your ancestor, Avi,” she spoke to him. “You are the direct decendent of someone I loved centuries ago. Silly boy, you are nearly a spittin’ image of him, I tell ya. My name is Agness, but Avi and you shall call me Nessa.”

Jaxon had momentarily looked down but when she said ancestor and decendant, things started to slowly become clearer.

“How long ago?” he asked.

She gave a shrug. “I would say doesn’t matter, but, I suppose for you it does. I believe 900s, er, 1000s. Countries as you know them now, were not as they were then. I been through many years and seen many generations of your family, of other families, birthed, married, died. Could be sad really. But you, my dear Jaxon, your special. Yes, yes. I couldn’t let you die. Nor any of the others.”

“Others?” he asked with a queried look.

‘Nay, no more,’ she said. She turned to look around and slid off the vehicle like it was nothing. The flowing white gauzy dress billowing around her. She stood in front of him. She took one of her hands and laid it upon the side of his face, her other hand took one of his. Her eyes bore deep within him. ‘Now that you’ve accepted my oath, I will follow up on my own promise to you. I will teach you more and show you much. Not now. Someones are on their way. I can’t be seen, just by you. I will come to you when you least expect it.’

She lightly pressed her lips on his cheeky jawline. She took in his scent and gave a shuttering breath.

‘You even smell like him, my boyo.’

Jaxon placed his hand upon hers and opened his eyes as she gently kissed him. He wanted to know more and wasn’t ready for her to leave.

“Yes, I must go. For now.”

She stepped back and started making her way towards the tunnel and like a flash of light she was gone.

This time he carefully placed his hand on the car trying not to make any more imprints. He looked at the bumper and couldn’t believe that he had that moment or surge of strength. He had to find a way to be able to sit and talk with whomever this girl, lady, the spirit was. He had to know more.

Sirens could be heard off in the very far distance. Jaxon focused on their sounds and just how far away they were. He wondered just what was going to happen once they arrived. How would he explain what happened and how he survived it to whoever stopped?

About 20 minutes later, a police car and officer arrived and halted near the accident. Seeing Jaxon sitting on the log behind his crushed car and broken, a dented tree had him pause long enough to call for backup and an ambulance.

“Are you okay, son?” he calls out to Jaxon. He scans the area for another vehicle or persons. “Was anyone else with you?”

Jaxon shakes his head. “No, sir. I just hit some water and then the tree. Just me.”

The officer approaches Jaxon carefully looking him over for major injuries.

“An ambulance is on the way. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Seeing the crumpled front end of the Mustang had the officer questioning the young man’s responses.

In about the same time frame that the officer arrived, a few minutes later an ambulance pulled up closer to the crash site and the EMTs nearly leaped out of their seats. The officer approached them keeping Jaxon in his line of sight as he talked. The EMTs would glance from the vehicle to Jaxon as he sat there on the long branch waiting to be released. One of the medical technician’s left the officer and the driver to check on Jaxon.

“Officer seems to think that you are seriously injured,” he says and knees down to see for himself. “Pretty bad wreck there kid. Mind if we just give you a look over before anything else.”

Jaxon gave a nod and shrug. “Sure. If it means I can go home. I’ll have the car towed home in the morning.”

Jaxon stood like nothing was wrong from the limb, even though the tech was nearly holding his elbow in case something changed about his health quickly. At the back of the EMT vehicle, the tech opened the door and motioned for Jaxon to have a seat.

Heading into the medical area he gathered all the utensils to check for life vitals and if there was any indication of a concussion. Jaxon passed all the tests and then some with flying colors. He seemed apparently well, considering he’d just went through a vehicle and came out with just a few insignificant cuts and scrapes.

With the checks done, the EMT returns to the officer and his superior to give an overview of Jaxon’s health. Hearing the final report the officer made his way back to Jaxon and took a seat on the bumper of the vehicle by him.

“Son, I’d say that if I didn’t know better you had the luck of God in your favor,” he said. “While I’m not sure of your wellbeing, they say, you’re good to go home. I still can’t believe that you survived this. Anyone else would be dead!”

The officer shook his head.

“Guess I was lucky,” Jaxon commented.

“Yeah, I guess so. I’ll give you a ride home after I’ve written my report.”

“Okay.”

Jaxon watched as the officer and the lead EMT worked on their reports together, Jaxon went to his car and grabbed his bag and other items that he didn’t want to leave behind. A small plume of smoke could be seen as he headed towards the patrol car. The officer followed behind him and opened the back door for Jaxon to sit and his items.

The five minutes ride home seemed much like fifteen minutes as they slowly came up to the driveway. His grandfather’s old truck was parked in the driveway which really made Jaxon on edge as the officer pulled up. A light lit up on the front porch as my mother peeped out the glass front door at the cop car. Jaxon could barely hear her calling out to his father and her dad that a cop car was out front. If he could have become invisible he would have, he could only imagine what lecturing he would be getting from all three of them.

“Looks like you’ve got some folks ready for you, son,” he said. He opened his door and got out to open the door for Jaxon.

Hestitating, Jaxon grabbed his bags and scooted out of the back seat of the patrol car. He met with a huge hug and tears dampening his shirt. He looked at his mom who had beat his father and grandfather. He feared looking at my father, let alone my grandfather. A feeling of cold critical eyes came from the two older male figures left Jaxon uncomfortable.

My mother took my hand and motioned for my father to take my bag. He reached over grabbing it forcefully. A slight glance up to his grandfather confirmed his worries. Jaxon kept his eyes down except to see where he was heading. The two siblings were eavesdropping on the adults from the stairs. His mom sat him on the couch rambling on about how they were worried about where he was and what he was doing while the storm was ongoing.

He watched as the police car left and the two older men came inside. His father took his bags and firmly told the girls to head back to their rooms as he passed them by. The grandfather sat down before Jaxon, glancing back and forth between his daughter and grandson.

“Jaxon,” he said, his tone firm, concerned. “What happened? Where’s the car?”

Jaxon raised his eyes up to the man he most admired. “I wrecked it. Caught a puddle at the wrong speed, direction, hydroplaned, and crashed into a tree.”

“Jaxon,” said his grandfather, his tone raising up a notch. “Were you doing anything, illegal?”

“Pa,” he said looking directly into the other man’s gaze. “No. I was just going a bit faster trying to get home. Storm got here first.”

“How did you make it out alive? Unharmed, even?”

Jaxon took a deep breath, swallowing hard. “Guess, I’m just lucky.”

“Yeah, lucky.” His grandfather pondered.