Once Dead OCT:
Chapter 2: Love Bites and Heart Burn
Running for their lives, Walker and Alphirra were getting more lost.
"I recognize these trees, we should be reaching the edge of the forest!" she said, suddenly halting in front of a huge oak tree. "This is strange, I don't remember the ground being covered with dead leaves and vines. There was moss carpeting the floor
"Before you saved me, I saw a tree moving by itself. It was walking on its roots," he panted, leaning against a large rock. "Maybe they moved to a different area to throw us off the path?
Alphirra gasped and covered her mouth. "So you're saying we're lost!?"
Walker nodded sheepishly. "Yes...maybe you can fly above the treetop to see where we are?"
He bends his head back, looking at the ceiling entwine with branches, thorny vines and cobwebs. His fair eyebrows knitted together in a frown, shaking his head disappointingly.
"It's no use," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "I don't know about you, but I have no clue how to get out of here....I'm sorry."
Alphirra was gazing at the ceiling. "Walker please stand back I am going to try use my fire to create an entrance," she said, her hand lighting up in golden flames. "I don't want you to get hurt."
The incuvamp nodded. "Alright...." he said, slowly moving behind a large rock.
His vision blurred as his temples made loud throbs, making it difficult for him to think. A part of him knew he was near to becoming unconscious. But he didn't want to collapse into a senseless burden. Just when Alphirra was about to hurl her ball of fire at the branches, a single drop of water splattered on her exposed shoulder.
"Ah!" she winced.
"What's wrong?" Walker asked, peering out from behind the rock.
"It's nothing," she replied. Then she winced again when another drop of water landed on her head.
They both looked up at the ceiling when they heard a loud crack, catching a glimpes of light flashing through the entwined branches, thorny vines and cobwebs. It was lightening. And when there is lightening and thunder, rain will soon fall.
"We have to find shelter!"
"But where can we find one!?"
Walker turned his eyes from left to right, still being unable to see clearly, he wasn't sure where to find shelter. "I don't know!" he answered back. "My vision is shit!"
When he heard the rain coming, he sprang out from his hiding place, grabbing Alphirra's hand and ran. His aching ankle prickled like needles. Walker didn't want to burn like a a fresh wound getting sprinkled with salt. Water was one of his weakness. It hurts a lot like receiving a thousand bee stings. He can handle taking short agonizing showers, but he wasn't looking forward to getting soaked again in one day. He groaned when the rain began falling. Alphirra screamed, cringing, she kept running. Walker quickly removed his black denim jacket and threw it on top of her. It would protect her somewhat from the unpleasant rain.
"What about you!?" she asked, pulling her eyebrows into a worried frown.
He turned and smirked at Alphirra. "I'll be fine, a little rain won't hurt me that much," he said, lightly squeezing her hand. "Come on, help me find a shelter so we don't die out here."
She could see the discomfort in his two different coloured eyes; the right was dark ocean blue and the left was sky blue. It almost seem to glitter with beauty.
The pink hoodie he wore wasn't enough to keep him dry from the rain. His shoulders were also exposed, revealing his black straps from his tank top.
"I'll be fine, really," he said, feeling his inflamed skin burning.
Alphirra had decline herself to believe him when she saw the suffering in his look. Even with his weak smile, it couldn't hide what he truely felt. She looked away, feeling terrible to see him tolerating the pain. Then she spots an abandon cottage partially hidden by the trees, cobwebs and bushes.
"Over there!" she said, now pulling Walker towards the building.
"O-okay." He followed, immediately taking a great dislike of their new found shelter.
The roof had a gash across it, broken windows with a door that looks like it can barely hang on its own hinges. The dark wooden walls that kept the building itself was rotten. It was creepy. Creepy enough to make Walker think it could be haunted. If not haunted, there might be a monster living there.
"In here," she said, tugging him along.
When his foot had first touched the floor, he felt a chill bolt up his leg as if he had just stepped on a grave. Inside the desolated building it was dark and it smelled like fungi. Walker can see a broken table with the company of chairs tipped over around it. Then he turned his weary eyes to the moss covered bed.
"If I could, I would peal the moss off that bed and use it for a blanket if I slept there," he said, half joking.
Alphirra had found a dry area near the chimney. She brought Walker there and made his sit there to rest. He plopped down, panting, he leaned against the warm wall. Her eyebrows pulled together in concern when she saw how pale he was. Checking his temperature, Alphirra almost gasped.
"You have a fever!" she said, drawing her hand back and curled her fingers.
Walker pulled away, obviously startled at her touch. It was smooth, soft and it made him feel weird. "I-I'm okay, y-you're the one who needs to be taken care of."
She shakes her head. "No, you're badly hurt and I can help heal your wounds," she said, constructing a hot glowing ball of fire between her hands. "Don't worry I won't burn you."
Walker stared at the flame. "Alright...." he murmured, giving in. Alphirra made her power grow until the flames washed over him.
He closed his eyes, resting them while the warm flames vanquish the tormenting pain. It soothed his inflamed skin, mending his scratches and cuts and made his headache disappeared along with his bruises. The energy ceased along with her fire, then Alphirra collapses to the floor.
"Wha! Hey! Are you okay!?" he said, crawling beside her. "I'm such an idiot! I shouldn't of let you heal me!"
Even if she can still hear him, Alphirra could barely keep her eyes open. Walker pulled Alphirra into his arms and look down at her. What to do, what to do, he thought frantically. A crushing squeeze clenched his heart when he can see the exhaustion written all over her. He also recalled seeing her weakening from touching the rain water. Then he also remembers when she used her magic again, just to have him recover from his injuries. Walker couldn't imagine how much of a strain it was for her to use every last bit of her energy to get him out of danger.
"Do not worry about me," she struggled to say. "I did this because....it was the right thing."
Walker narrowed his eyes, biting down on his lip, he turned to the chimney. "Dammit Alphirra, you should have not helped me back there," he said, looking back at her again. "I'm not worth it."
"Yes you are..." she whispered, closing her eyes. "Please don't...think you are worthless."
"I don't understand why you did it..." he said, gently putting her frail body aside and rose to face the chimney. "I am not the most kindest person."
Alphirra didn't reply as she changed her form into a phoenix. Only the soft breathing he can hear, knowing she is now sleeping.
After five minutes Walker had came up with an idea. He had pulled the moss from the bed and placed it inside the chimney. He didn't know what else he should do, then he remember the chairs by the broken table. After they were broken into parts, Walker chucked them on top of the moss. Taking his lighter out, Walker slides his thumb on the spark wheel.
Scritch! Scritch! Scritch! Scitch!
"God dammit!" he swore, then a small flame finally lit. He lowers it to the moss, trying to catch it on fire.
"Come on, work!" he hissed, tail flipping impatiently.
There was a flicker of annoyance in his eyes, but before he gave up, the moss lit with a huge flame. He felt his lips tug in a smile, satisfied with his work, his attention shifted to Alphirra. She was laying still laying on her back, wings spread out, a shudder escape her beak. He carefully picked her up in his hands and walked towards the chimney. Gently he put her in the pit, wincing every now and then as he ignored the flames licking his hands.
A bead of sweat slide down his temple. "Ow.." he muttered, withdrawing his hands from the fire.
It was red, swollen and there was minor blisters forming on his raw skin. Walker sat down ungracefully, watching the phoenix slowly recovering in the warm orange-red glow. She'll be alright now, he thought. His mouth watered as he build up saliva, then he sticked his tongue out and started to run his tongue against his injured hand. This was the most embarrassing, but most wonderful power he has; healing factor. He nearly forgotten he has this ability and he was glad to remember it. The redness slowly turned to healthy, light skin after the pain soothed. His blisters was gone and so was the swelling.
He glanced at the open door. Rain was pouring straight down, lightening ripping across the darken skies and thunder exploding overhead. Walker made a grim expression, turning his attention back to Alphirra, who was still sleeping. Her head was tucked underneath her wing. Before the tournament began, he remember seeing a glimpse of Alphirra and Ark Inkline on the side of the road. They were almost hit by Kyrran when he was driving his jeep. Then a sudden guilt jabbed him in the back. They were almost killed in the audition because of him. He was the one who kicked the driver's back seat when he was in a bad mood. Even after that, he was still bitter and treated other competitors poorly.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, eyes rimming with tears. "I am so....so sorry." His hand covered over his glistening blue eyes.
The bitterness and dislike he had for her made his stomach hurt. She saved his life, tried leading him out of the forest, healed him and sacrificed her energy and magic. All for what? A pitiful, sullen brat. He couldn't hide his sorrowful tone in his voice. "I should have been a better person."
A lightening flashed illuminated inside the cottage, revealing Walker sitting there crying silently.
After four hours of driving, Kyrran pulled his jeep over by the Northern Guard Tower and parked it near the front entrance.
"I'll have to ask if anyone have seen Walker," he said, turning off the ignition and set the breaks. "We searched throughout the entire town within the perimeter, except for the border behind the front gate. Hopefully he did not pass the boundary line in The Woods of Death."
"Damn, the kid seriously got himself lost," said Mordecai, stretching his arms and places his hands behind his head. "Do you think he might be dead?"
Kyrran glanced at him. "He's missing and I haven't seen our competitors yet."
For a moment, Mordecai gave some thought before he raised an eyebrow. "Damn, ya'll have such luck." He couldn't hide the sarcasm in his voice.
"Yeah, I'm sure it will get even better," said Kyrran, opening his car door. Getting out he put his one hand on his hip, his eye followed up the tall narrow building, and he gave an impressed whistle.
"Can I help you?" Leaning against the door frame was Jon.
A tall man dressed in a fine dark brown leather jacket that wore over his plain grey T-shirt, and a belt holding up his light blue jeans. His leather hiking boots look as if he was trekking in a forest all morning. It was muddied and covered with bits of grass, leaves and there was a root sticking out. Kyrran approached him and stopped, leaving five feet of space between them. As if they were sizing each others up, there an unsettling moment of silence, making the NPCS in the jeep wonder if there was going to be a fight. Kyrran glanced at Jon, reading him by his worn out, middle-aged face that told him he had long hard years. And it looks like he hadn't shaved in four days. His dirty blonde brush cut hair. serious frown, sharp dark brown eyes, large roman nose and his grim, straight mouth had told Kyrran that this man was irritable.
Jon folded his arms. "Well?" he said, waiting for an answer.
"I am here to see if my partner, Walker Blakemore, had came here. He disappeared for four hours and I have not seen him since," said Kyrran, tapping his fingers against his hip. "As for our recent competitors, they seem to be gone as well."
Jon shakes his head. "No, haven't seen him here," he replied, raising his thick eyebrow. "And it's not my problem. Your friend could be with your opponents while you're gallivanting. Hell, for all I know he might as well be looking for you or he already got his ass killed."
Kyrran sighed and rubs the back of his neck. "Thanks. I'll be off, then," he said, returning to his jeep.
"Any luck finding him?" Mordecai asked.
"By the looks of it, Decai, it appear that his partner didn't came here," said Spencer, looking out the window. He was smirking at Jon mockingly. "Now what are you going to do Kyrran?
"My sense of smell is still burning from Walker's pheromones. I'll have to do my best finding him somehow," he said, twisting the keys in the ignition. "I just know he is still alive out there-perhaps getting into more trouble."
It took Alphirra a good rest inside the chimney before she slowly opens her eyes, discovering the dying flames wavering around her, laying snug on top a nest of burning embers. The warmth had helped recover most of her energy, feeling the magic flickering within, she gain the strength to step out of her bedding. Her little claws on her bird feet clicked against the floor boards, coming near the sleeping incuvamp, she tilt her head when she saw a single tear speck slide down his cheek.
Was he crying? she thought, peering closer at his feminine face.
He had golden silky blonde hair with a patch of brunnette on the portion of his bangs. The thin eyebrows, delicate long lashes, straight nose, light pink lips made him look like an innocent little lamb. When he opened his eyes, she can see the two different set of colours gazing at her. Reminding her of heavenly light blue sky looking down at the glittering deep blue ocean. They were making her heart thump hard in her chest.
"O-oh! You're awake now!" she said, shyly looking away. "How are you feeling?"
He sat up in an undignified slump, groaning, as he rubs his eyes. "Stiff....sore...other than that.....shitty.." said Walker, cracking his neck. "What about you?"
Alphirra takes a step back, not making eye contact with him. "I-I'm doing fine....thank you."
"Glad to hear." He glance at the open door, seeing the raindrops dripping off from the ledge of the roof.
It didn't look like it was raining buckets like hours ago. A whirl of fire lit the room as it encircle Alphirra, changing her form back into a beautiful women.
"We should leave here once the rain lessons, Walker," she said, looking down at the incuvamp. "We can not be staying here any longer in the Woods of Death."
She look into his eyes and tried not to let herself be distracted by his gentle, alluring gaze. He was studying her face, appearing calm, Alphirra felt her stomach bloomed with butterflies fluttering. She turned away and stared at the toes of her black boots.
"Why did you save me?" he asked, rising to his feet. "We're competitors. Wouldn't it be more easier to have me gone sooner than put up with me?"
Alphirra grabbed her forearm and winced, still having her back facing him.
"Today is our second round. It had you and your partner's pictures and names on the letter, but there was no description what we should do." She shakes her head, giving a little chuckle before sighing. "The only clue it had on it was a heart on the end of the sentence. Welcome to Round two. I don't understand why it is there."
Walker tilts his head, wondering what the judges had in mind for them. For now it didn't matter because he was lost in the Woods of Death with his opponent. The beautiful lady phoenix who is capable of roasting him into a black, crispy statue. He had no chance fighting her head on if this was an actual battle. After seeing what she is capable of doing was enough to convince him that her magic is strong. There was one fact that Walker and Alphirra share; they were both weak against water. However, he was much more tolerable to it. For now, he was concern about Alphirra's intentions. He wanted to know why she risked her own hide to rescue him from the giant spider. Then again, Walker did save her life when she collapsed on the floor, drained from her energy and magic, he could of left her there to slowly fade away like a dying flame.
"Whatever the reason." He takes her hand into his own. "We'll find out soon enough." Alphirra blushed from his touch. "Then we shall focus on leaving this place after it stops raining."
He stood there gazing at her, with his eyes determined and sparked with passion, an unknown feeling that made her feel safe. When he gave her hand a gentle squeeze, Alphirra could sense uncertainty coming from him.
"We may not know each others that well- but I still question why you would help me escape the spider," he said, his voice was cool but a little serious at the same time. "I wasn't a very kind to anyone in the tournament. All I have done was cause problems for everyone. Why Alphirra?"
"Because I wouldn't live with myself if I did nothing," she replied, slowly pulling her hands free. "You needed the help and I was there to provide it."
"Okay?" he asked, his eyes narrowed in concern. "I saw you wince when you touch your arm earlier."
Alphirra look didn't know where to look, but her view settled on the floor as she embraced herself. Walker held his chin as if he was thinking while he bit his lip in concern.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, pressing a little more for an answer. "If you are I know I can fix that." She looks at him, carefully tugging her sleeves back to show him her bandaged arms. "You were flying while you're injured?" he said, holding back his urge to yell at her. "Especially in a place like this?"
"I was looking for my friend, Arc Inkline, who went missing," Alphirra said, turning her attention back to the floor. "I've been searching for him ever since this early morning."
Walker rubbed the back of his sore neck, turning his view up at the hole in the ceiling. "I...." he paused. "I will help you find him....after we get out of here. But right now I have to fix your injury before you attract monsters."
Alphirra narrows her eyes, placing her hand on his cheek as she turn his face to her. "I'm sorry for all the trouble, Walker," she said sincerely, stepping away from walker and held her hands together. "You are very kind to help me, but you don't have to do this."
Her eyes stinged as they glistened behind her golden bird mask.
Walker moved in front of Alphirra, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Look, I am a lot of trouble. And for what you did back there I am willing to repay you," he said, taking her hands into his once more. "Please. I want to do this......for you"
Alphirra takes a deep breath, biting her lip, she nods for him to heal her fresh scars.
He carefully unravels the bandages to make sure he did not hurt her as he removes them.
"Alphirra, it looks bad. Please be still because this will feel weird." Walker holds her wrist up and he lowers his head towards her limb. "Don't hit me, okay?" He gave her a soft glance.
"I won't,"she said, watching him. The incuvamp build up his saliva in his mouth before he sticks his pink tongue out, sliding it over the nasty injuries on her arm.
He could feel the dry, rough protective crust that formed over her cuts. It was gross. It even made him close to gagging, but with respect and trying to be polite, he didn't want to embarrass Alphirra. He could feel her squirming a little as he ran his saliva-soaked tongue on the wound.
"I'm sorry about this.." he murmured, pulling away and he repeat the process to the other arm.
"I-it's fine," she replied, biting her lip hard. Alphirra was trying her very best to contain herself from making any weird noises.
Her pleasure derived from his saliva that relieved her pain. Alphirra would cringe in humiliation if she let out one peep, realizing the sensation was traveling up her limb and it spread down her spine. The cuts slowly closed, leaving no scars as the thin lines disappears.
"There, good as new!" he said, letting go of her delicate wrist. "I am sorry about this....it was...weird...but at least you're not in pain anymore!"
He grinned, trying to light up the mood, but then he stepped back when he saw Alphirra blushing.
s "Ar-Are you okay? Was I too rough?" he asked, preparing himself to shield himself with his arm.
"Thank you Walker, I am feeling much better," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Now I could fly without my wings hurting. Thank you...." Alphirra tilt her head, carefully not to stab him with her golden beak, he plant a kiss on his cheek and left behind a red lip mark.
Walker felt his eyes widen. "You welcome..." he murmured, feeling his heart beating fast and hard. He'd never before been so captivated by such creature, his mind racing, he could smell her rose scented skin. His eyes drooped and he couldn't help but embrace her.
"Alphirra..." he whispered, his voice gentle and smooth. "The warmth of my heart. Please.....don't leave me alone...please don't."
And Walker, who was full of love, who'd never felt so drawn, kissed her neck and bite it. Blood welling up, it stream down her shoulder. Alphirra jumped when she felt a strange, tingling sensation. She clenched her teeth, stopping herself from making a noise.
"Walker, w-what are you doing?" Alphirra asked.
His hands gripped on the back of her shirt. "Mmm...." He was purring affectionately,slowly swaying his devil tail lazily on the floor.
Finally, she tried to break free in his embrace. "C-can you stop?" Now growing uncomfortable with him being close. Alphirra jumped when his hand squeezed her side. She felt her face burn pink. "I TOLD YOU TO STOP!" she yelled. Alphirra swung her hand hard. It hit him on the cheek with a loud smack.
"Ow! Holy shit! What was that for!?" he asked, pulling his arms away from her. "Ow!"There was a red outline of her hand imprinted where he got hit.
"You bit me!" Alphirra snapped irritably. "And you were hugging me and then you squeezed my side!"
Walker fell into silence, glancing sideways at Alphirra with a confused look. He didn't know how to respond to her snapping at him. The thought of biting another victom on the same day was enough to shatter him. When he notice the blood on her shoulder, an invisible jab punched his stomach and he winced. In his mouth there was a thick, sweet, coppery taste. Blood. It was her blood. He held back the urge to throw up.
"I-I'm sorry-I did not realize what I have done..." he said, lowering his head. "I'm sorry, I don't remember doing that! I swear to God, Alphirra, I didn't mean it!"
His tail whipped nervously behind him. Alphirra stood there with her arms folded, appearing unamused, she sighed and shakes her head. Walker ached for her to speak, to tell him that she forgive him. Her silence was cutting through him like a knife. He wanted her to say something, anything, to make him feel better.
"I am really sorry...." he said, closing his eyes to hold back his tears. "Please don't be mad at me."
When Alphirra touched his shoulder, he'd jumped, getting ready to get smacked.
"I won't hit you silly," she said, her voice was gentle and sweet. "I'll forgive you, but under one condition. If you bite me again I'll burn you."
Walker nodded. "O-okay, I'll try not to..." he replied, using his sleeve to wipe away his tears. "I am really sorry..." His tail coaled around his feet.
"It's alright. Your saliva already healed the bite wound," she said, ruffling his soft golden hair. "For now, while we're waiting, we should rest until the rain is gone."
He pulled back and was looking down again, fiddling with his thumbs, he was still scared if he'll bite her again, and Alphirra couldn't stay angry at him because he was sincere when he'd apologized.
He's very sensitive, she thought, watching him stepping away and sit down near the chimney. "It will be okay," she reassured him. "Let's get some rest, we both had a long afternoon."
Walker folded his legs, wrapping his arms around them and rest his head against his knees. "Alright...." Is all he could say. There was too much thoughts racing in his mind, causing him to have a headache. And Alphirra shakes her head, pitying him as he remain sitting there gloomily. She sits down next to Walker, pulling him in a hug as she rests her head against his shoulder.
"It will be alright Walker," she said, stroking his blonde hair. "Please don't be sad anymore."