"What have you done now?!" growled a gravely male voice. He was six feet tall and hawked over as Hakan barged into the sweltering cabin, caring the young girl in his arms then placing her on there ratty, worn orange couch.
The wooden cabin sporting a large living room with a roaring fireplace to a squat kitchen and two small bed rooms. Haken had know this house when it was just barely trees and made it into his home once he had returned here three decades later.
"I haven't done anything, she is exhausted and would of died if I had left her in the snow." Hakan stated pulling off his light-weight black jacket tossing it carelessly onto the floor.
"Here we go again!" the man exasperated threw up his hands making his treebark-brown hair toss about. "We can't have this; its going to end up like the last girl and I have to clean up your mess." He started to step toward the girl; Hakan swiftly stood in between them.
"Stop, Shade!" Haken commanded harshly
"She's Fallen, fool! You got into her life and now she is lost in your allure. I won't let you go doing this because of your foolishness a second time!" Shade hissed his deep ever-green eyes narrowing.
"I haven't! she isn't lost!" Hakan snarled but relaxed his stance and paced over to the ebbing fire. "not yet... not now." he mumbled softly staring aimlessly into the coals.
Shade approached the limp figure placing his hand upon her forehead. "Then her soul in your possession will soon have no choice." He whispered softly; he turned, opened the door, galling wind sent a shiver of cold to the room and marched into the night. Leaving Hakan with his mistake and guilt.
No comments:
Post a Comment