WisdoMonroe

Of Heroes and Demons

Isaura sighed as she walked. She missed her Master. He was supposed to be the strong one. She did not understand what was going on or why he had lied to her. She felt vaguely betrayed by the fact that he had sent her on a mission so that he could go off and do lord knows what. Like he was supposed to be the responsible one. And- and- and- oh, she was going to curse him out.
She huffed and glared at Azazel’s back before she allowed her mind to drift. Whatever anger she felt was only there because she was actually very afraid for Alucard. He had been the only caring parent she had ever had. When she was younger, in private, she had been allowed to call him father. He had adopted her as one of his own. They had performed the ancient rituals and they had shared blood. It was part of the reason for her vision, or lack there of.
It was her sacrifice. She would not regain her sight until the time was right, or so the oracle said. She had to first prove herself. But she had learned to live without colors. She could still see the outline of many things. Television was a hassle, it was all static. Like watching tv in a cheap motel with no cable. She was growing angrier with each passing moment.
Alucard wasn’t the one that could do this sort of thing. She was. It was understandable if she went somewhere on her own, in comparison to Alucard she was nothing short of a child and would always be no matter how long they lived. She was supposed to be the one to sneak off to lord knows where and be rescued so she could be scolded. Not the other way around. She crossed her arms over her chest and focused her lethal gaze upon the trees.

Of Heroes and Demons

Isaura sighed as she made her way back to Zayden’s room. She was unsure of what to think. She took a deep breath before she entered Zayden’s room. She closed the door behind her and jumped up, crawling onto his bed. She brushed the hair from Zayden’s face and stroked cheek with her thumb. When he moved she jumped back fell to the floor in a hapless heap. She took a moment to shush herself hoping that the noise she had just made hadn’t woken Zayden up.
After several moments she climbed back on the bed and touched her hands to his chest. She took a deep breath as her aura pressed against him. After a moment she felt his aura yield to her aura and start to intertwine with hers. In alarm, she drew her aura back in against herself to stop that from happening. She whimpered as she crawled back and away from him. That wasn’t supposed to happen. That only ever happened when, she paused and shook her head, refusing to finish that thought even in her own mind.
Instead she moved off the bed and away from Zayden. She needed to take her mind off of what had nearly happened. So instead she closed her eyes and crossed her legs as she searched inward for the ties of the bond holding her to her master. She vaguely felt herself disconnect from her body as she explored the rope-like strands of their bond. She tried to follow the bond but was prevented from following the bond through to the end. She took a deep breath and tried to follow the bond but continued to be prevented.
Suddenly she was sent back and forced into her body by a power much too powerful for her to resist. Her body fell to the bed with a thud and she gasped as she shot up. Isaura looked around and removed herself from the bed and Zayden’s presence as she moved to the door. She closed the door behind her as she left in search of Azazel. She supposed that now she really did have something to tell him.

Of Heroes and Demons

Isaura frowned, “you remember me?” she stuttered in shock, “but you never,” she said trailing off and shaking her head. She wasn’t going to focus on that when he asked her a question.
“He went to visit the council so that they might discussion something of great importance. He did not tell me what. He sent me on a mission and said that he would return not long after I finished it. However when I returned to the castle I could not approach it. I was in fact, hoping you would help me find him so that I could return.”
“You wish to return?” he asked surprised.
“This is not my home. This is not my place. I was bought for a reason and until I am no longer needed I shall return to him,” she whispered.
“And if you could stay here, would you?” Azazel asked.
Isaura looked down and thought of Zayden. A blush colored her cheeks and she struggled to be honest, “If I could, if Zayden allowed me to, I would.”
Azazel stared down at the girl before nodding. “Well until we can find him, you may remain here.”
Isaura blinked, surprised by the kindness, “If it helps he is still alive and uninjured,” she tried to smile, “Our bond would alert me if he were not.”

Of Heroes and Demons

She touched Zayden and smiled. She pressed her nose to him made a pleased sound as his scent flooded her senses. Closing her eyes she had half a mind to go back to sleep before she felt Woltar’s own aura press against her. She supposed that maybe this is what Azazel had meant. So she moved from the bed and gave Zayden a lingering glance before she left the room and closed the door.
She opened her mouth as if to tell Woltar she were ready but he was already moving and she had to jog to catch up. She thought he would slow down but he only moved faster. She eyed his aura used it as her guide to where she was going. When his aura seemed to disappear she concentrated and lifted her nose. Engraining his scent in her memory she tracked him by his scent as he lead her deeper in.
For a moment she felt a cold chill run up her spine. She stumbled and suddenly all traces of Woltar was gone. She cursed and felt the same pulse of power that had caused her stumble in the first place. Closing her eyes she followed after the feel of the pulsing aura. It was like a beacon drawing her in to it. She whimpered as grew stronger. She could feel her own aura suffocating under the weight of this new. Stopping she took a deep breath and went further hoping that things would work out.

Of Heroes and Demons

Isaura ate in quiet as she listened to the cook talk. Isaura thought the woman was nice and seemed to fill the empty silence with chatter that made Isaura smile. “Thank you,” Isaura said as she finished her meal, “That really was a lot to take in,” she said as she interrupted the cooks talking, “but maybe we could continue this later. I think I should maybe be returning to Zayden.”
“Of course,” the cook replied waving her off.
Isaura smiled as she left the kitchen and subtly sniffed the air. She frowned at the crisp sterile scent of the castle walls, surprised by the lack of scents and wondering why she hadn’t realized it before. Sighing she moved back toward Zayden’s room and was surprised that Zayden was still training. She made a small sound, not liking that he was exerting himself as much as he was. With a sigh of her own she went into Zayden’s bathroom to cleanse her body of the day’s events. She removed her weapons from her person and set them aside before disrobing completely and folded her clothes and placed them to the side. She stepped into the shower and used her nose to pick out which bottle had the soap in it. She smiled as she cleaned the dirt from her body. She smiled as she rinsed the suds and smiled as she used Zayden’s towel to dry herself. With a shake of her head, she rummaged through drawers before finding one of his shirts. With a sniff at the collar she climbed into his bed and went back to sleep, but not before taking a moment to search Zayden out with her aura.

Of Heroes and Demons

Isaura opened her eyes and felt for Zayden. Curiously she felt him further away than she had expected. She closed her eyes and allowed the various auras throughout his home to wash over her. She got up and stretched with a sigh before she stood from the bed.
She moved toward the balcony and watched as Zayden and Woltar sparred. She could make out the outline of their figures but used the sight of her auras to help her identify the two. She was proud of Zayden in that he seemed to be holding up against Woltar. What Zayden lacked in experience, he made up for with enthusiasm or so it seemed.
Isaura eyed Woltar’s aura and knew that he was holding back and personally she was glad. She didn’t think Zayden should be training with his wing still in the healing process, but this was something he needed to face. She assumed that maybe he did not want a repeat of what had happened last time. So she watched and willed herself to not interfere. Besides most men did not want some girl to interfere with his fight.
Isaura watched the exchange of blows in quiet fascination. Zayden seed to be growing weaker and yet Woltar seemed to have an unlimited amount of energy to feed his dark aura. Shaking her head, she left the two to their business and left in search of food.

Of Heroes and Demons

She sighed when she heard the water turn on and look curiously around his room. She had figured out that Zayden must not know about his father and since she did not want to incur the wrath of said father she opted for keeping her mouth. It’s not like she had anything to gain from telling Zayden in any case. Especially since his father probably wanted his son ignorant for a reason.
She looked at the door that was keeping her from seeing Zayden’s aura. With a huff, she planted her face into the sheets. She took a deep breath and froze at how good they smelled. It wasn’t fair, she thought with a pout as she stood and walked around his room touching things to get a better feel of the things he had in his room. She was about to leave his room and maybe explore but felt a pulse come from where Zayden was before nothing.
She felt his panic as if it were her own and heard a rather loud curse followed by a much softer one. Before she could stop herself she entered the bathroom and stilled when she realized that she had probably overreacted and swiftly returned to his bed to feign sleep when she heard him call her name, all the while cursing herself in her head for making an even bigger fool of herself. When would her embarrassment end, she couldn’t help but think bitterly.

Of Heroes and Demons

“I am so sorry,” she said stretching the so and the sorry, “I know how, uh, sensitive wings can be and I got carried away,” she covered her face and felt tears fall as her aura grew cloudy because of her mood, “Please don’t hate me. I really like you, you know? I don’t have many friends and I didn’t mean to come to your room, I promise” she babbled and winced at how pathetic she sounded to her own ears. He took a step toward her and she moved away from him
“I don’t hate you,” Zayden answered moving fast and lifting her up before wiping her tears, “It had felt good,” he continued shivering at the memory.
“Really?” she sniffed, “You don’t hate me? You won’t throw me out?”
Zayden shook his head and chuckled softly at his little nurse, “Of course not. I still need you and I have no intention of letting you go until you are ready to go,” he said out loud and in his thoughts continued with, “And even then I might not let you go.”
Isaura didn’t quite believe him and watched his aura as hers gently pushed against his. Seeing his aura respond to hers by letting her in and brighten at the honesty of his words she clung to him as she felt warmth fill her. Surprised at the feeling she opened her eyes and watched as Zayden’s aura wrapped around her in a subconscious display of affection.

Of Heroes and Demons

She blushed at his words as she worked and smiled. She had never had to heal someone who did not know how to heal himself. She was only ever there to help accelerate the process
“How are you feeling?” she asked as he folded his wings hoping they were healing well. She was trying to make the wounded wing the mirror image of his undamaged wing. It was hard considering that this was her first time having to heal a wing like his.
“How do you feel?” she asked gently as she removed her aura from his and watched the fatigue settle into him.
He shrugged and winced and she winced too as her aura mimicked his aura in feeling. “Hey, so maybe, if you’d liked, we could practice your healing abilities. I’m sure you’d like to be able to do this on your own and have probably grown tired of having a nurse.”
Zayden shook his head and shuddered as Isaura seemed to be rubbing his wings with gentle fingers. Realizing what she was doing, she dropped her hand and blushed. She mumbled a soft sorry and ran, disappearing before he had the chance to respond.

Of Heroes and Demons

“Yes sir,” Isaura said as softly in response with a slight bow of her head before returning to Zayden’s side. She looked up at him and grinned.
“We should find some place comfortable so you can see how much you can stretch your wings. And I would like to fee-, eh see how well you are healing,” she cursed herself for her slip up and pulled him away not really sure where they were going but needing to put distance- oh. She stopped and frowned before closing her eyes and pulling him through the halls to an open area.
“Here,” she said with a smile as the breeze hit her face and she pulled him even further out into the open. “Now I need you to do whatever you do with your wings,” she waved her hands, “ but slowly and after I say to start.”
She closed her eyes and let her aura attach to the bit of her aura that she had removed from him and told him start so that as he extended his wings her aura could bring forth whatever healing abilities existed within his own body to strengthen the bond between torn muscles, tendon, and ligaments.
Pausing in alarm when it looked like he might be pushing himself too far she told him to stop and closed her eyes as she set to work making sure that the tissue would stay attached and not snap like a rubber band.