Lady Death

Chapter 15

   Daleth and I had been walking for quite some time in the blackness of night. Trying hard not to talk to one another, or in my case; not look, or even acknowledge his existence. my hatred for Daleth was deepened by our last argument.

I finally did tell him what I was planning to do over the next few nights, he wasn't entirely thrilled that we only had three nights to rescue them (for by then both my water and food would be gone). He suggested that we run for a while, but unlike him, my sight was not meant for darkness. I ran smack into a tree, and even when I held onto Daleth's hand it wasn't much better. I kind of think he made my trip over that rock on purpose.

"So, if you only have three days, during the day it would probably be better if you ran until you can't see. and then don't wait for me when evening hits. you can move faster if you aren't waiting on me," he said gently.

"You got that right." I retorted coldly.

"Oh come on, how long are you going to stay angry at me?" he sounded exasperated as he asked this question.

"Probably until they build a year-round sledding hill in Hell." I returned, it would take more than a simple apology to make up for being such a pain. It might suffice if he invited me to his hanging that the humans might hold in my honor.

"You can't be upset that long."

"Challenge accepted!" I said, surely he didn't believe I was ready to forgive him an hour after our argument.

"Women! They're all the same. One stupid argument and you're forever on her hit list."

"It wasn't the argument, Daleth!"

"Then what was it?"

"You!" I hadn't originally meant for it to sound like he was the entire reason I didn't like him, but that worked too.

"You're the reason why I don't have answers, you're the one who's to blame for my restless nights. It's your fault! In fact, everything is your fault." I stormed off at a faster pace. Hoping he would get the point and leave me with my thoughts. But no, he followed on, not leaving my side for more than a second at any given time. Although, he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut during the next few hours. He stood back and walked a few paces behind me, I was sure it wasn't meant to bother me but at the moment even the air I breathed was annoying. and my thoughts were worse still.

'You shouldn't have treated him that way! It's not like he could have saved Syrell any more than you. But on the other hand, something did need to be said to him to make him shut up. Yes, but you shouldn't have been the one to say it. I wish Ammon was here! He would know what to do.' I thought.

In fact, he always had a way of handling vampires that not even I could understand. He seemed to love everyone even if they didn't love him back. He was kind to all and treated everyone as equals. Which is part of why Zhubin hates him. Zhubin tends to see himself as a master overall, and should never be equaled with anyone. I have always wondered why there was so much tension between them. But once again Ammon rarely speaks of his past. And even rarer than that, spoke to me about it. If anyone would know his story it would have been Haruko.

For a thousand years, she has never left his side. Though she never showed it, Ammon was her most trusted family. I heard the twigs snap and the leaves rustle as he walked behind me. After a moment I heard him stop, and then it sounded as though he was joined by another person. I turned my head to see the newcomer, (I didn't care who it was, just as long as it wasn't another vampire.) much to my surprise it wasn't! It was none other than Syrell.