Drawn from Water

Chapter 14

                                                          **Translations will be in parenthesis ()**

Moselle fought against Camazotz grip and he held her close to his chest, his arms wrapped around her back making it hard for her to wiggle free. When they broke through the surface to be met with the cold of the night as Camazotz flew straight up to the sky. He had brought her up a great height that made Moselle nervous he was going to drop her to her death. Camazotz stopped and with one hand grabbed the back of Moselles head tightening his grip on the roots of her hair and holding her straight in front of him. Moselle screamed at the pain from his tight grasp.

"K encontramos ka'a yéetel le pequeño." (We meet again little one.) Camazotz spoke closely to her face. Moselle became angry and spit in his face at the sight of him. "You bastard! I'll kill you!" Moselle yelled at him making Camazotz laugh so loud Moselle swore it echoed into the sky sounding like thunder. He tightened his grip on her scalp making her cry out again, her eyes were becoming watery from the pain. "So you are what my master seeks?" Camazotz said eyeing Moselle up and down. He brought his free hand up to her face grabbing her chin harshly so she was forced to look at him. "What do you want?" she cried out but Camazotz didn't answer her.

Moselle tried to free herself by moving side to side but it was no use against his grip. Camazotz looked at her amused with smile spreading across his face. "My master would be angry if I touched what was his, but how can I resist? Such a Ki'ichpan criatura." (Beautiful creature) Camazotz said as he brought her face close to his again, his mouth close to the skin of her shoulder making Moselles skin crawl. "Let me go!" she yelled as she brought her knee into his chest. Camazotz grunted but didn't release his grip on her hair, if anything she made him angry. "Chan bruja." (Little witch) he said through his teeth, "All I want is a taste." Before Moselle could react to his words Camazotz sunk his sharp teeth into her shoulder, small beads of fresh blood began to seep into Moselles dress as Camazotz fed on her. Moselle yelled out in pain at the top of her lungs so loud she thought she would break her vocal cords. Camazotz continued to feed on her making animalistic noises when all of a sudden a flash of silver struck Camazotz through his arm. Pulling his mouth off Moselles shoulder he howled in pain letting his grip go on Moselle. Before she knew it, she was falling fast back towards the water.

As she fell Moselle watched Camazotz pull out the spear that struck through his arm. She felt hands catch her from her rapid fall, instantly stopping her just as she was closing in on the water. Moselle looked up to see it was Namor who had caught her, she stared at him as she tried to catch her breath wincing at the pain on her shoulder. Her heart was beating so fast she was afraid she'd pass out.

Namor looked up to see Camazotz wasn't in his spot as before. Looking back at Moselle who was holding her shoulder, he could see the blood run over her fingers and staining her dress. Anger started to form in Namors eyes. "Can you swim?" he asked her quickly as he looked around for Camazotz. "I think I can manage." she said trying to hold in the pain. Just as Namor was about to head back in the water, movement caught his eye. He turned just in time for Camazotz to land a right hook with his cheek, sending him and Moselle flying. Namor quickly caught himself in the air, his eyes darted around to find Moselle but Camazotz already had her in his grasp again. Holding her by the back of her neck.

"Mantente náach ti' le falso yuum." (Stay out of this false God) Camazotz spoke angrily.

"Máaxech teech utia'al túuxtik teen?" (Who are you to demand me?) Namor asked as he stared him down.

Camazotz watched him for a while before answering him. "Ya'ab Camazotz. Yuum le soots'. Siervo u Ah Puch yuum u kíimile'." (I am Camazotz. God of Bats. Servant to Ah Puch the God of Death.)