Rapture

Home

He lets go of my chin and straightens up.

His leg snaps forward, and my body tenses in fright. His foot hits the werewolf's headless corpse, knocking it off me.

I feel the weight lifting from me as the corpse rolls on the grass by my side.

"Stand."

He says, but my muscles won't answer to my command - still frozen to my bones.

I hear a soft sigh passing his lips. He crouches over me. I squeeze my eyes shut, preparing for pain.

His arms wrap around my knees and shoulders instead, lifting me against his chest.

The warmth of him is so strange. It feels like sunlight against my skin.

Slowly I open my eyes. He moves, and I am forced to shut them again as wind starts blowing over me harshly.

Squinting, I see the blur of the forest around us, and realize he is running. I hold tight - my palms tingling from touching his skin.

The air roars in my ears against the speed we're moving at.

It must've taken me hours to run as far as I did.

It takes him a moment to get me back there. To the huge white tree with no leafs and a dark door in its bark.

The place he says is our home.