Black Diamond
1106 Words
James
He picked her up bridal style. She did not protest. Her limp body in his arms again brought out the overwhelming feeling of loss and pain. He felt like crying. He actually felt a tear roll down his eye, but f*****g why?
Because you are attracted to her! a tiny voice in his head replied. It was his devilish mind playing tricks and he shut the thought out. He wasn't a heartless moron who would get attracted to an injured woman.
We'll see, scoffed the same devil again.
He walked slowly towards his campervan.
He laid her on the double bed inside. It was a tricky manoeuvre to get into the van without hurting her, thankfully she was as light as a feather, so he managed.
His anxiety reduced a bit when she was on the bed. He was now able to observe her closely. She was badly hurt but it didn’t look like she had broken any bones. She looked terrible though, so he quickly wet a towel in warm water and started wiping the dried blood and grime off her body.
The physicality of this act was strangely calming. He still felt the loss and pain, but they felt distant, like someone else's emotions. He was still confused about his out-of-place emotions. His anxious heart was still worried about the woman. He felt angry that someone could do such a thing to a fragile being.
While wiping the blood and grime off her angelic face, his fingers happened to brush against her body and he trembled. He felt a peculiar tingling on his skin. Tiny sparks of electricity travelled through his fingers.
He felt this sudden desire to hold her close, to hug her fragile body, transfer his warmth to her and kiss her succulent lips.
What the hell is wrong with me? He stood up and looked at her. There was a dark blue bruise under her left eye and a cut, more like a mark of a claw that had struck her over her right eye.
Even with a swollen right eye, she looked like the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Her silky smooth full breasts with their brown n*****s on her caramel coloured skin looked wickedly inviting. They were just the right size for her thin frame. What was the nymph doing to him?
He felt like the temperature in the campervan just rose by a few degrees. He used tremendous willpower to look away from and not let his eyes travel downwards on her body.
He couldn’t understand how his sick mind could get attracted to an unconscious person. It felt like his brain had stopped thinking straight. It felt like a jolt of lightning had struck his head and annihilated any sense of rationality or morality that he once had.
Or maybe he had been away from women for a long time and his lust had built up making his brain woozy. Maybe he just needed a release. He would think about that later.
Muttering curses to himself he threw the wet, now dirty towel into the washing machine and covered the woman with a sheet.
She looked tired. Either she was hurting or she was worrying. He wouldn't know until she woke up and spoke to him.
A frown on her pretty face. He wanted to smoothen that frown but he dared not to touch her.
He wanted to rescue her, wanted her to get well soon. Touching her would mean his brain would restart giving him crazy ideas. He didn’t want to hurt her. He didn't want to violate her like this. God alone knew what horrors this angel had faced.
Her dark brown hair was spread on his bed. It looked dirty, matted with blood, but she still looked beautiful.
Did she have an injury on her head? Or was it someone else's blood? If so, where was that, someone? He would need to look at the camera's video feed soon. Maybe he could still save her companion.
The thought of her being with a companion wrung his heart again. He was surprised with his absurd reaction.
He couldn’t leave her all grimy like this. He wasn’t even sure when she would regain her consciousness.
So he did the next best thing. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her and he was one of the best witches after all. He should be able to cover his tracks well. His treacherous brain quipped. He rolled his eyes and got working.
He believed in making no mistakes. So first things first! He rolled the magical black diamond ring on his right ring finger and started chanting. His spells would make yhe magic in his campervan and the surrounding areas untraceable to the creatures of fantasy.
Yes! the new age witches were using a black diamond ring. They would receive it from The Keeper. When the witch-hunting was at its peak, members of The original Order had moved the magic from the wands to these rings. Wands were too fragile and easily traceable.
They could be easily broken or separated from the witches but this ring was a genius idea. Its magic, when aligned with a witch's power would produce great spells. If it were ever to fall out of a witch's hand, it would conceal itself.
Only a true witch would be able to see it and use it when she or he would slip it on her finger.
He called upon the element of Water to clean the lady, he used the power of Fire to warm her up, Wind to reduce her pain, Earth to give her strength and Space to settle into her mind to relax it.
He wanted the lady to be free of any form of pain.
Once he was happy with his work, he went into his awning to check the feeds from his cameras.
But there was something else to his weird emotions and strange feelings. Surprised, he realised that he wasn’t feeling any pain or loss anymore.
It was as if only the lust and anxiousness were his but the sadness and pain were the injured woman's emotions. Along with the lust, he felt a slight warmth in his heart as if he was really happy.
Can this happen? Can he be connected to a stranger's feelings? He hadn’t learnt this bit of magic, then how did his mind connect so deeply with the naked woman? He would need to check with Sarena, but first the video feed.
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