SOLO I FORTI VIVO only the strong live
Caprice drifted in and out of consciousness, her body swishing this way and that. She feels nauseas, head spinning with the blood loss as she feels words coming to her from everywhere. People are screaming, breaking through the barrier she constantly puts up in her mind while in this weakened states. Names, insults, fights, and hate flood her consciousness and she grits her jaw, feeling life ebb from her slowly. In the midst of all of the chaos within her brain comes a familiar voice. "Evelyn" Caprice has no idea who this name belongs to and at this very moment she could care less. Her stomach has ceased aching and has now begun to throb dully. Head falls, arms are around her and when they are gone she finds that she aches even more, desiring that strong touch. She is confused, body heating up though she feels so very cold. They are driving. Who's they? What was this? Panic rests within her. Perhaps the cops and ambulance found her in the burning house and are taking her to a hospital. She wasn't ready to ask questions for when she heals, if she heals. Those arms return to her, so gentle yet so strong and she shudders, body going slack as she finally falls into a deep consciousness.
Caprice stirs, arm falling off of the couch lazily as it hits the ground. She groans, a light sound as her mind instantly picks up and blocks all messages. It hurts more than her wound. Eyelids flutter, adjusting to the light as hand comes up to cover her face. Her mouth is dry, tongue swishing around inside her jaws to search for moisture. for a moment, she just lays there with her hands covering her face as she breathes lightly. Her side is sore, but it feels better. Finally, eyelids open to reveal watery hazels, a short gasp leaving her as she props herself up onto her elbows. The Huntress looks down at the bloodied bandage upon her tanned flesh, staring in confusion for a moment as a flush of memories come rolling back. His arms, Az's arms carrying her to his own house and fixing her up. He was so gentle, hands swift as they brushed along her belly. Eyes narrow, brows furrowing as she grits her jaw to push away those memories. She had no time for games with the young, cocky male. It was time for her to leave.
She rises from the couch, sliding her legs out onto the floor as she once more glances at the bandage. The wound looked better, the bleeding stopped but the redness and soreness of it not any better. It almost looked angry with her, mad at the fact that she had allowed it to happen. It was just a girl and yet the thing had been fast and had literally tricked her. She cursed lightly fists clenching before she runs a hand in her hair and falls back on to the couch in irritation. For the second time in Caprice's career, she had been distracted. It angered her to see such failure in her actions and she knew that Kora would have been attempting to calm her down right now. She can practically feel her voice in her mind, telling her that she succeeded because the vampire was dead. Yet Caprice didn't feel so successful.
Another facepalm grants her the knowledge of a sticky note upon her forehead. Caprice smirks, grabbing it and pulling it off. The message that he left her causes plush lips to quirk upward into a small smile before she snorts lightly, crumpling the paper and throwing it to the ground. Perhaps if she knew where the trash can was, she would have thrown it away, but alas, she didn't. Hazels flick around the small apartment, noting that to her surprise it looked neat. Once more her mind flashes to the way he had worked, the way he had slid his gentle fingers along her olive toned flesh and it is not that she can hear the gentle roar of running water. A shower. The idea of one sounded so tempting but the thought of taking it here did not. Wherever here was. Most Likely it was River Dale, a place she rarely ever went to for she lived in the mansions. Kora's mansion to be exact.
Caprice pushes herself from the couch, placing her hands out to prevent another wound should she fall once more from the dizziness that now surrounds her. She allows herself to come back, slowly waiting for the nausea to pass before she dares to go anywhere. Each step seemed to cause a sharp pain to linger in her wound. Her eyes would flinch every so often but she kept going. Believe it or not, the girl has had worse. Caprice follows the sound of the shower, standing outside the door with a smirk before daring to push open the door and waltz in. For sure this would piss off her savior but in this moment, she could care less. Steam attacked her as she draws into the bathroom, eyes flickering casually to the curtain that reveals nothing as her imagination wanders. Finally, she turns to the mirror, looking at a rather beaten up girl. Grime, dried blood, and who knows what else resides on her soft skin. Dark brunette waves are askew, falling from her bun as if to make a great escape and caressing her oval shaped face. Bags rest under beautiful hazel eyes and she sighs lightly. She looked like an abused wife.
As the shower water cuts off, Caprice suppresses the urge to smile and instead decides to smirk, awaiting for him to step out. If he did, her head would casually tilt as she unabashedly let her eyes wander before drawing back to his face. Arms would cross over chest as she realizes just now that she still wanders without a shirt. Caprice would lean against the wall, nodding once before letting a husky, " Grazie." slip from her plush lips. Caprice was pretending to be so strong, to feel fine but any fool could see that the girl was in pain. It didn't matter to her, she would be healed within a couple of hours if not the end of the night. He, on the other hand looked perfectly healed. She was simply different, a huntress that was changed in such a different way. The herbs had been weak, years had been rough. She was simply, different.
" My turn? " Caprice questions lightly. It is obvious she is joking, knowing full and well that this blonde haired man wanted desperately to get her out of his life as soon as possible. Still, she couldn't help but glance at the shower in want, imagining herself underneath the warm water even if it were just for a moment.
" speaking."
Caprice de Ricci DARK HUNTER female . single . twenty-four . |
