Thursday, June 21, 2012

Part Twenty-one of Lilith's Escape



                                                                  

Edward placed the unconscious Lilith on his bed and rolled her over to her side to check for the source of bleeding. He lowered the linen dress from her shoulders to find the wound, which was located on her lower back.
                                                                 
             It was a deep cut and looked like it was made by a double edge blade.
                                                                      
“Lilith, wake up,” Edward patted her cheeks in an attempt to bring her around, but she did not respond. He hurried to the bath and grabbed a few towels to apply pressure to the wound. She was losing a lot of blood.

“Lilith, you need to open your eyes,” Edward ordered, but to no avail. Her breathing was shallow and her pupils were dilated.

He would need to call for help, but was it safe to do so? If someone was tracking her, bringing her to a hospital would make her vulnerable to another attack. He had to do something, but what? She was immortal, how could she be injured and better yet, how could he help her?

She let out a long gasp and the sound of it, made him freeze. He heard that sound many times before in his work and usually it was a direct result of his permanently disposing of an enemy. She was dying.
                                                                                                                 
                        
“Lilith, please,” Edward shouted as he felt for her pulse. She had none and Edward began to puff air into her lungs,
                                                                                                                     
but when she did not respond to this, he gave a quick punch to her chest. Her eyes opened wide as she took in a deep breath. “I thought I had lost you,” he had begun to say, but her scream stopped him cold.
                                                                             
“They’re coming,” she warned and then disappeared, taking Edward with her.
                                                                         
Edward found himself sitting on a hard stone floor inside of a large room. There was a huge fireplace to the one side of the room and a balcony to the other. The walls were covered in white drapes, which glittered from the light of the setting sun. The room was empty of any furniture, except for the large bed against the far wall.
                                                  
“Where the hell, are we?” he asked the woman cradled in his arms, but if he was expecting an answer, he would have to wait for she had passed out again.

                                                                           
  




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