Memories

[Gelina Grey]

Ok, maybe calling Tempest down wasn't such a good idea. She looks at Tempie, raising her voice a little.

"Tempest! Stop. Breathe. We know what is wrong with him. He is not dying. His body is being taken over. Again."

She didn't know if Tempest knew of Anduin and Death.

"You know the four horsemen? Death being one of them? Well, here you go. Meet Death. He did this once before."

Her voice was now filled with rage. Any fear she had was vanishing. However, she knew that this was going to be hard battle. Yes, she was immortal and no, she wouldn't die, but walking around in a souless shell wasn't her idea of a good time. Still trying to stop the bleeding, she thinks again, then makes a decision that she was probably going to regret.

Holding Anduin's arm, she closes her eyes and reaches out with her mind.

~Syyyyyyn!~

Yeah. That was all Syn was going to need hear.

[Stoic Soul]

:As though responding to Gelina's healing energies, Anduin's eyes opened wide, though he did not see. Anduin's breath came out slowly, a white mist floating upward from his lips. He spoke softly, though to noone in particular: The darkness...death...both try to destroy the light, the fire within me...

[Baroness Angel DelaSangre]

Seeing his eyes open she would looked to him. Not looking to Temptest or Lina. She felt her life being pulled away from her again. No.. he wouldn't take him away. Placing her hand on his cheek she whispered.

"No darling, Turin and Sheena need you, stay with us."

Angel needed her first Knight, but she wouldn't say a thing, she snapped out of her daze of fear, humming a soft song, sending some healing energies into him, or trying. Not sure how her unborn child would take the sudden burst of magic.

Seeing his eyes open, but he didn't seem like he was all there, her voice was still a whisper, her hand on his cheek.

"No.. no one can take thy light, for we work ever so hard for it Anduin. Remember you are my light in darkness as I am your light in darkness.."

The old trials they went through together. She placed a hand into his, holding it tightly. They had promised to be friends. She wanted to keep that promise by being there, trying not to lose her own mind.

[Tempest]

She took a deep breath and stood. Taking a step back, she nodded to Gelina.

"He told me what happened. When Death came and killed. Tell me what you need and I will help you."

There was an emtional deadness in her voice. She would help in anyway she could but she would be void of all emotion.

[Gelina Grey]

At this point, she really hoped that Syn heard her. When Anduin spoke, she looks back down at him again, leaning in so that she could hear him. After hearing what he said, she blinks and backs up again.

"Shit. No, no, no....don't you do this!" Her hands still squeezing his bleeding arm. "Don't you let him take over again, Anduin Lothar, you hear me! Not again!" She wasn't screaming, but yes, her voice was raised.

There was no way in hell that she was going to let Death come back again. She was one of Death's targets the first time around and that was bad enough with what happened to her and the baby. This time, she still had something to loose and she would be damned if Death took another soul.

Looking up at Tempest, she nods toward the kitchen door. "Go to the healers hall and get me some towels, bandages and clean clothes. Then... now listen to me...closely...in the hutch that holds all the herbs and such, on the second shelf, move the herbs off to the side. Behind them is a small door. You have look closely to see it. Pull on it hard. Inside, there are some small vials filled with blue liquid. Bring them to me."

[Baroness Angel DelaSangre]

Hearing the voices she would slowly glance up. There was Lina, Angel managed a weak smile. She wasn't sure what to think, or do. She just knew that she wouldn't leave his side, she whispered to Lina.

"I can't leave his side. I promised.."

Slowly it started to sink in. If Death returned.. if... if if if.. damn that creature. She hoped he wouldn't return. It would be better if this was all just a dream.. each of them waking up just to laugh.

Though she knew bitterly that it wouldn't be the case. She closed her eyes, slowly reaching out for Anduin. Even as friends she would be here til the end.

[Gelina Grey]

Hearing Angel, she looks back at her.

"I know you promised."

Though she knew at some point Angel was going to have to let go. Whether it was going to be her that told her or Anduin, it was something that would have to come to pass.

"For right now, just hold him still if you can. I'm going to try and close up these wounds without draining my energies. Hopefully it will work before he bleeds to death."

[Tempest]

She nodded and ran out of the room. Slamming into the healers hall, she grabbed a basket and threw in towels, clothes and bandages. Going to the cabinet, she shoved jars aside until she found the door she had been talking about. Grabbing the handle she pulled and pulled. The door opened so fast, she lost her balance and hit the floor. Shit her ass would hurt later. Standing up, she looked in the little cubby hole and found the vials she was talking about. Picking up the basket off the floor, she threw everything it and ran back to the main hall. She skidded to a halt and put everything at Gelina's feet and stood back. She had no idea what was going on or what would happen now.

[Gelina Grey]

Hearing all the crashing, slamming and banging that Tempest was doing in the healer's hall, she would have laughed if she wasn't sitting there on the floor of the main hall holding Anduin's arm to keep him from bleeding to death.

When Tempest drops the basket at her side, she looks up with a slight smile of thanks, then with one bloody hand, she reaches into the basket and grabs a towel, quickly laying it over the gash on Anduin's arm, then grabbing the bandages, she wraps his arm tightly to cut off the blood flow so she could let go.

"Water. I need water." She wasn't talking to anyone in particular, just thinking out loud. Once his arm was bandaged, she leans up to look at his chest.

"Aw shit... " Seeing the gash through his tunic. Reaching those bloody hands, she rips the tunic apart to show his chest then grabs some more towels, holding them on his chest. There was blood everywhere. It looked as thought poor Angel didn't even notice she was sitting in it.

Holding the towel with one hand, she reaches back into the basket, fumbling around for one of the vials. Finally coming up with one, she pulls out the cork with her teeth then spits it out. Drawing up onto her knees, she leans over Anduin again.

"Anduin, if you can hear me, listen to me. I need you to drink this. It will help stop the bleeding." Praying to the Gods that he could hear her, she puts the vial to his lips and pours its contents into his mouth, then tips his chin back to get him to swallow it. Watching him for a moment, she sees that it went down and she tosses the empty vial across the floor, still holding the towel on his chest.

"Goddess help me. Don't do this." She spoke just above a whisper as she looks up at the ceiling. It wasn't often that she prayed like this, but when she did, she meant it.

[Baroness Angel DelaSangre]

Covered in blood, her hands from trying to keep the first gash from bleeding. She didn't notice she was sitting in the pool. Little of it mattered now. She slowly opened her eyes. The worry, the fear apparent to anyone who knew her well enough.

She took in a soft breath, remembering to slowly breath. The sharp metallic smell of blood seemed to stir something deep within her. Something she had long forgotten. She quickly closed her eyes, soothing the side of her that no one was allowed to see. Not even her Kai.

Kaira seemed to stir within her womb. Angel had begun showing early. Angel wasn't used to it, nor did she try to hide it. Funny. She looked to the wound on his chest, then she glanced to Lina.

"Sew it closed.. "

It was the only thing that Angel could offer that wouldn't drain any of them. Angel had done stitched for those men who were stupid enough to fight. She had taken a great intrest in medical studies when she wasn't with anyone. Which was more often then she thought.

Her hand slowly moving back down to the gash on his chest, sliding her fingers along it. Sewing it closed would help...