GrimWire

Chapter 13

Lucas was being held in a pair of very strong arms, against a warm chest with the sound of a strong heart beating against his ear. His breathing was shallow, but he wasn't going to die from the wounds given to him. No, he would just be in a lot of pain for a few days until he fully healed. If he had bitten someone and drank their blood, though, that would be a different story.

As he lay there, nestled against Tyrathane's body, he thought he heard something odd from across the room. Did Vahn seriously ask why Tyrathane was alive? Why wouldn't he be? The vampire was confused as he lay there, but far too weak to do anything else. The human retorted, a typical response coming from Ty.

Slowly Lucas turned his head just enough to open his good eye and see Vahn glowering in pure rage. Just moments before the boy had been smirking in pure pleasure at Lucas' demise. What had put him off so much that he had a look such as that on his face? It was an interesting feel, almost like Vahn was both enraged and... scared.

Another voice entered the scene and this time it belonged to a female. It took the vampire a moment to recognize it as Nameia's sultry tone. Following her smart reply, a ripple of golden light illuminated the area. That light snaked across the open space between her and Vahn, shimmering as it went.

The magic from the demi-God smashed into Vahn and the pillar behind him. The explosion literally rocked the room. The hand around his shoulder tightened as Lucas felt himself being brought closer to Tyrathane's body in response to the booming sound and jolting of the room.

Lucas turned in the boys grip, trying to get a better view of the fight. Nameia waltzed in, her stride holding every bit of confidence that she had the upper hand in this fight. The demi-God didn't hold back as she summoned yet another bout of golden light. The smoke had barely cleared from the other end of the room and she unleashed the second wave. Her hand flipped about in a circle as she gathered it all up a third time and flicked outwards.

Nameia was either seriously pissed off, or she felt that over kill was what was needed against Vahn. Lucas struggled to rise, but his body wouldn't let him, much less Tyrathane who was holding him. He groaned in pain as he had tried to sit up. The human glanced down and frowned at him.

"Stop moving, you're going to make it much worse. Damn," Tyrathane sighed heavily, "I knew I should have been a bit more forceful in coming with you. Why did you leave the girls in the first place? You idiot."

"Didn't... want them to get... hurt."

"Yeah, well now you're the one who's hurt. Blockhead. I swear, if you were human you'd be dead right now. Do you even know how that makes me feel? It's hard enough just seeing you like this. Don't you think?"

Lucas didn't say anything only turned away, his good eye shifting to see if Nameia had killed Vahn or not. She stood there, watching as the dust settled from the area she'd blown up. As it all slowly disappeared, Lucas sucked in a sharp breath that made his sides burn.

Vahn was still standing.

"Was that all?" he asked, a soft chuckle on his lips.

Nameia didn't respond, her hand lowered and she took a step backwards. Lucas felt his heart racing in fear. Tyrathane's words from earlier that day came back to him. "You're not ready for him. Encounter him and he'll kill you. All of you." Lucas ground his teeth together as he lay helplessly in Ty's grip.

"Even a demi-God... did you pull out all the stops on that one, love? How entertaining."

"Nameia," Tyrathane's voice cut through. She turned ever so slightly to glance over her shoulder. The human shifted, putting his other arm underneath Lucas' knees. Standing with the vampire cradled in his arms, he took one step closer to her while keeping an eye on Vahn.

"Ty?"

"You're all at a disadvantage here, take him and leave."

"Ty," Nameia's voice held a bit of uncertainty to it, lingering on his name a while longer, "I'm not leaving you."

"Don't!" Lucas managed to growl out between his lips. He reached up and clenched tightly to Tyrathane's shirt. "You don't have a choice."

"Sorry, Ty. Not this time," Nameia said and turned around to face Vahn who was grinning at them from across the room. She lifted her hand again, the golden light flooding her fingers.

Lucas wearily watched her from his position against Ty. The human clutched him tightly, if he weren't already numb from the pain he would probably feel bruises marking his arm and leg. The demi-God unleashed her magic, the golden light flooded the room. At the same time she backed up, her free hand stretched back to touch Tyrathane.

She drove them back towards the door as she let out a torrent of magic that seemed like it would never stop. The room shook violently, dust and rock starting to fall as she went. When they reached the hall, she turned and faced Tyrathane with her dark brown eyes urgently searching his. "Now, we run."