Michelee’s horse was trotting along, going very slow indeed. Michelee liked this pace, for it did not tire out her mare, or her either. She had been going at a steady pace, wanting to make sure there was plenty of room between her and whoever might be chasing her. She was not afraid in the sense of being afraid for her life, but she was afraid in the sense of she did not want to lose her newfound freedom. She patted the mare’s head, though the horse, Lady was her name, became skittish when she did so. Lady could sense the predator deep inside of Michelee, and she did not like to be petted very much by her. Michelee understood, but it would have been nice to be able to show affection to someone, even if it were to her horse. She realized how pathetic thoughts like that were, and she shook her head at her own self-pity.
The day had been a very nice day, and she wished she could feel comfortable enough to take off her elbow sleeves to feel the cool breeze upon her arms. She did not, though she did take off the cloak that usually covered her head and body. There was no reason to cover up so with no one here but herself. Her long brown hair was down, and the breeze lifted the strands on her shoulders. Her blue eyes looked around in lazy contentment.
As the wind blew toward her, she caught a whiff of something new. It had the scent of copper, like copper coins. Blood. It seemed to be pretty fresh too. It was not animal blood, but human. There was a curve up ahead and she hurried her mare a little faster to see around the bend. There laying in the middle of the dirt road was a human covered in white armor. The armor was covered in blood, which did not surprise Michelee at all. She stopped her mare and climbed down hesitantly. Someone, or something, had done this to the armored human. She looked around but did not see anyone. She sniffed the air, and a faint scent was mixed in with the scent of human blood. It was
vampire blood. This was the last thing she wanted, to be in the middle of whatever battle was taking place. She sighed. She always caught herself involved in things like this, because as a healer she had to be where she was needed. That did not mean she had to like it.
She knelt beside the human, not able to see exactly where the wounds were or what needed healing. She could not even tell if the human was a male or a female, though she assumed male since he was so large in frame. She did not want to injure him further by irritating any of his wounds, but she needed his help if she were to get to safety. After they were out of danger she would heal his wounds, but she knew better than to do it where
vampires might be able to jump out at her at any moment. She would be weak and defenseless and unable to help herself if attacked. And she did not know him well enough to know if he would help her once he was fully healed. It is best to get him out of the area first. And she needed to put him on the horse if she were to be able to do that.
“Hey,” she said softly. She spoke up louder as she shook the metal on his shoulder that was not covered in blood. “Hey! Get up, please. I need your help.” She shook him harder.
Sir Eberwolf Kinniger
