Bloody nightmares

She spite blood out on the ground walking around in the woods. She was in pretty bad shape. Valeria was beaten and bruised, which wasn't unusual, but this amount was far more serious. There was a sharp pain in her chest every single time she took a breath in. Valeria was sure one of her ribs was broken, so she moved slowly. She was exhausted, but the fight had to go on for a little while longer. On top of it she was burning up, but it wasn't like she had time to stop and check her temperature. Valeria didn't know where to go, she felt so disorientated - but kept on walking. She was bleeding, but manged to use her ability to stop it from being the thing that killed her. Valeria looked up and saw someone nearby.
"Mala?" She whispered, but the person seemed to far away to hear her - but perhaps her blood was what gave her away. Her sweet blood. Her vision was blurred and it was hard to keep track on if she even was alive - or if she were just breathing at this point.

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Malachite had always heard a walk could be awfully therapeutic. He didn’t feel like he needed therapy, he was just bored. But walking in the wood didn’t help. He just wanted to get back home to his own time, but at the moment it didn’t seem like an option. He didn’t know why, but he never did. He just followed his family blindly as always. He was beginning to be a little tired of it. He smelled the blood and looked around to find the source. He sighed when it was Valeria. Was this some kind of joke from the universe? Why was she always hurt when they met again? Was it a test for him? He was compelled to keep walking. He was about to when she said his name in a questioning tone. He sighed again, this time of himself. He couldn’t just leave her. He walked to her and stood with a respectful distance between them. ”Are you seeking out danger, or are you bare just wildly unlucky?” He asked and walked closer to her. ”Come on, I’m taking you with me. You need to heal and you’re not doing that here,” he ordered and offered her a hand.

He came to her. She wanted to breathe relieved out, but it hurt like hell. Valeria wasn't really in the mood for answering that comment, however she did feel like she had to.
"I guess I'm just wildly unlucky, ouch," she made a face and closed her eyes to collect her emotions and stop herself from panicking. "I..," she was about to say she had it under control, but she knew it would be a lie. "Okay.." She took his hand. Its was possibly the first time she had taken it so easily - which clearly meant she needed it more than she let on. But the close touch to someone that wasn't out there to hurt her our fight for ones one survival - it made her tear up. Valeria was still holding it back, but it was hard to look stone cold when you had been fighting for your life the last week. She always kept to herself, so no one would most likely even have known she had been in trouble.

Malachite let out a long breath. He was worried, but he didn’t show it. He couldn’t. Because if she knew, if the world knew, he would lose himself. He was known as cold, distant and even evil sometimes, but he wasn’t always, not truly. Not with Valeria. He might joke around and try to make it seem like he didn’t help her out of the goodness of his heart, and he didn’t. He helped her because the thought of a world without her was too dark for him to comprehend. Even if that meant she would like to kill him, he would prefer that to her not being that. It was a selfish act. He was surprised when she didn’t fight him. She was in worse shape than ever before. He felt the warm from her hand, her light merging with his darkness. Her angelic light had bothered him at first, but he had grown used to it. It was still causing a prickling feeling inside him telling him he should get away from her, but then he looked at her, and he knew he couldn’t. He pulled her closer and looked at her. ”Don’t resist,” he said in a soft voice before picking her up into his arms and beginning to walk.

The pain was sharp, and if she wasn't this stubborn she would have given up hours ago. Her ability to manipulate with blood helped her a huge part of the way. She clenched her teeth when he pulled her closer, and jammered a bit when he picked her up. Her face were pale, and she knew the second she stopped keeping herself awake - her ability would stop working. Valeria didn't resist him helping her, and she felt her tears burning in her eyes, begging her to just let them out. She felt the feeling of failure settled into her bleak thoughts. "We need to go see a doctor.." she whispered before just staying quite with her thoughts. Valeria didn't really have any words right now. She was exhausted and tired. All she really wanted was her fathers help, or her aunts. Valeria had tried to study medicine before her parents were killed. Then she had mostly self studied some with Peyton. Valeria was in a lot of pain, and it was starting to show in small cracks in her eyes. She wasn't at this point even sure if she was dreaming or if it was reality.

Malachite felt strange being like this. He was never helpful or caring. If she had been anyone else, he would have left her to die. But she wasn’t. She was Valeria, and she had managed to find a way underneath his skin and into his heart, he would never admit it anyone, but she knew. She had to know. Maybe he should find some bravery at some point and tell her. He tried to be as careful as he good. He nodded when she talked about a doctor. He couldn’t say he knew any, but he was not exactly the most social person in the world, so maybe that was why. He walked out of the forest and towards the city. He knew where her aunt lived. Besides her parents, she was the only one he knew who could help. He wouldn’t trust her with some strange doctor. He once in a while looked down at her. ”You should be more careful. A world without you would be…” He didn’t know what word to use. ”… bleak,” he finally said. He walked towards Amaya’s home. He didn’t care to knock and forced him into the place. ”Can someone come help?” He yelled into the air and put Valeria down on the couch.

"If I was careful.. I wouldn't have survived," she mumbled and tried not to think about the pain. But she didn't have a high tolerance for pain like demons or vampires. She was lucky she had the abilities she had. Her vision blurred, and she had a hard time even staying awake. Just closing her eyes at fall asleep was so tempting. It was first when she was put down, and the pain from her rib stroke through her again, she woke a bit more again. "I'm sorry," she whispered to Malachite and felt a few tears in the corner of her eyes.
Amaya came running out when she sensed some unfamiliar scents in her living room. Happy Roman wasn't home.
"Who are .. oh," she looked at the hurt girl and walked right over there. "You can close your eyes now, I got you. Just relax. You'll be okay," she gave the girl a nod. Before blasting a special energy into her system, helping the entire system speeding up. Amaya looked at the dæmon.
"In the kitchen, there is a smaller fridge. On the top shelf you should be able to find some vampire blood. It will help speeding up the healing. We have to do it the supernatural way," she said keeping her hand in the girls. As for now Amaya was the source to Valerias life.

Malachite understood. Sometimes the safest bet was not to hide or protect yourself but to knock out your opponent before they had the chance to do that to you. He could see she was getting worse by the second. He was more worried that he let on. He was not good at showing emotion. It was no surprise to anyone who knew him. Mostly he didn’t care enough about people to even show emotion. But he cared about Valeria. If he would ever tell her that, was still debatable.
He shook his head when he apologized. ”We don’t apologize. We never have anything to be sorry for. We just work through it and get past it, okay? This is no exception.”
Malachite nodded as Amaya told him where he could find some blood. He quickly retrieved the blood and got back to them. He walked to Valeria’s side and sat down on his knees. He gently put his index finger and thumb around her chin. ”Open up,” he said with a lowered voice, ready to feed her the blood when she did. He hoped she did, or else he had to force it into her, and he was not a fan of doing that. But he would, if that was what it took.

Amaya watched the demon carefully. She didn't mind demons, but she had know idea who these strangers in her house was. However she felt connected to the hybrid, and wanted to help. She watched the demon feed the blood to the blonde girl. Valeria drank the blood, feeling her body getting a boost unlike anything else. It was like Amayas touch took everything and just charged it. Valeria felt her strength return, how her bones healed and wounds disappeared. This wasn't just vampire blood, it had to be Amayas ability upgrading the bloods abilities. Valeria felt her heart beating far more normal again.
"That is one quick fix," she mumbled and looked up realizing it was Amaya and just put her arms around her aunt - even through Amaya didn't know who she was. It didn't matter. Family mattered. Valeria looked at Malachite while having her arms around Amaya.
"Thank you," she gave him a nod. It was okay, she was okay.

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Malachite saw how it all seemed to work, how she was getting better, making him think now was maybe the time for him to go. He was good for a few things, getting Valeria to a safe place was one of them. Staying around to talk about what got her hurt in the first place was not one of them. He looked at them as they hugged, making him nearly run for the doors. He was not that great with showing affection. It made him uncomfortable, He nodded when she thanked him. "Sure. See you around Vee." On that comment he went for the door. She was safe now, she was healed, she was with family. His job was done. He should go see what Amethyst was up to. She probably had a comment about he was getting in trouble with Valeria. What they hadn't was not the typical type of love, it might not even be love, but it was something. Something he wasn't sure he could be without.

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