Title: Go on and try to tear me down
Description: Eduard and Fenrir.
Jocelyn R. Woods - February 26, 2012 08:26 PM (GMT)
Today was the day they went to Hogsmeade. Jocelyn ruffled through some of her clothes, finally grabbing a pair of jeans, a pink top with a black vest, a pair of black boots, and a scarf. She quickly changed her clothes and brushed her hair, staring into the mirror for a moment before putting it down. She slid into her boots and put her coat on before grabbing her bag and a hat. She made her way down the stairs from the dorms and into the group of students who had gathered outside.
It wasn't look long before they made it to Hogsmeade. She let out a soft sigh as she pushed past some of the other students who seemed to want to just stand there in the way and chat. She made her way through a few of the shops, picking up some candy and a few other things she had wanted. Besides, it passed some time. She was meeting Ed today, but it wasn't quite time yet, so she had time to browse around in a few more shops before she made her way to the Shrieking shack.
Of all the places to meet, he had to pick this one. This place gave her goosebumps. She looked around wearily as she listened to the creaks, and the rustling of the wind through the trees. It was staring to creep her out. Why had she come early? It wasn't like Ed would be here already, and she definitely had not wanted to spend any more time here than she had to. Not alone, anyways. Her hands were clenched tightly to her bag as she looked around, wanting more than anything for Ed to show up.
As she stood there, she tried to calm herself a little bit, it was only the wind, right? There was nothing here, she would be fine. She let out a soft sigh, finally convincing herself of these facts. But just as she thought she knew this to be true, she heard something else. It was a different noise, and she felt a presence. Someone was here. She looked around, her heart beating a little faster, but she tried not to show her fear as she looked for whoever had made the noise. She didn't want to say a word. What if it wasn't Ed? What if it was someone else... someone dangerous? You never knew anymore, if you let your guard down in these times you would be killed. She slowly pulled her wand out of her boot as she looked around, preparing for whatever might come next.
Fenrir D. Greyback - February 27, 2012 11:57 PM (GMT)
Fenrir sighed as he was forced to get up out of his bed too early for his tastes. Yet, if he wanted to set his plan into motion he’d have to get up early and get to the Shrieking Shack before the girl was able to beat him there. With an irritated sigh he dressed quickly in a loose leather top some clingy black jeans and a long overcoat made of black. Running his hand through his unruly mop of hair he left the room without so much as a scrap of food before he made his way down the road from the inn to the Shack. Laying low beneath a tree he hid himself from view and watched for the child to arrive. He glowered angrily at the world around him despising the necessity of this. It was taking so blood long for the girl to arrive that he was begging to loath the lack of food as he waited. He should have taken the time to at least eat a full meal before he came to sit out here in this god forsaken weather on this god forsaken early morning.
He watched the girl arrive as he contemplated leaving he stopped his sudden grumbling and gazed about watching the girl intently. He noticed how uncomfortable she was. It was delightful. He loved how they squirmed and smelled when they were nervous. He licked his lips and smiled broadly. Delighted that his wait had not been in vain.
He laughed lightly and quickly quieted the noise. He noticed her looking about and knew she had heard. She couldn’t see him he was certain of that. He saw her quieten herself and then suddenly he knew she was aware of his presence. He loved the sound of her heart beating faster. He could smell her fear. He was licking his lips. Ohhh how sweet she would taste. He almost lost himself to his own desires for a bite. Rising he walked out. He saw her pull her wand out and smiled wickedly showing his crooked and filled fangs.
”What’s a young girl like you doing out here all alone?” he breathed as he walked closer to her and with a quick sniff said. ”And smelling of werewolf too, your claimed. His scent is all over you, delightful” He grinned wickedly. Laughing gently at the unease he saw in her small figure.
Jocelyn R. Woods - February 28, 2012 12:19 AM (GMT)
Jocelyn looked around uncomfortably as she waited. God, of all times for Ed to be late... She took in a deep breath, trying to cal herself. If she let herself be afraid then she would panic, and if she panicked then she was an open target, weak and blinded by fear, an easy prey. She couldn't let that happen. She took in a slow, deep breath, scanning her surroundings, her senses all alert, waiting for another sound, a movement, something as she held her wand tightly.
She eyes went wide for a moment before narrowing at the site of him. It was him. He was a disgusting, murderous being with no conscious, no hesitance to kill. This was definitely not good. Of all the people it could have been, it had to be this... this monster? She looked at him with disgust. Yes, she was definitely scared, she knew what he could do, and she knew that she had ticked him off last time she had seen him. But just the sight of him made her blood boil. She clenched her teeth, she had tried so hard not to let fear blind her, it would have been in vain if she let anger blind her now.
She frowned, her eyes carrying the disgust she felt simply to him presence. "You." she said, her voice carrying her current annoyance. Her heart was beating faster, both due to fear and now also due to anger. "What do you want?" she asked before shaking her head. "As if I need to ask..." she scoffed. Obviously he either wanted to kill her or change her. She wasn't particularly fond of either option. She took a few steps back as he approached her. She couldn't help but wonder, had he been waiting for her?
She gave him a disgusted look when he mentioned that she was 'claimed', and of course, he knew it was Ed, and he sounded much too delighted about that... "What does it matter to you?" she asked, almost demanding. She fought off the part of her that wanted to say what every frightened girl who was trapped like this always said... Why don't you just go away and leave me alone?- But what would be the point in saying that? He wouldn't go away, he wouldn't leave her alone, and she would be just like every girl who couldn't find anything better to say.
She stood there, uneasy. What was she supposed to do? It wasn't like she really stood a chance of winning if they fought... He was much bigger, stronger, faster. But she couldn't just stand here and let him have his way... She didn't want to die, and she didn't want to be changed. She clenched her fist as she tried to think of something, anything. She could transform into her animagus form and try to run, but what if she failed the transformation? What if she still wasn't fast enough? She knew that the only hope she had was Ed showing up... At least the two of them together might have some chance... But.. she didn't want him to get hurt... God, why the heck did she have to get stuck in this mess? What did she get herself into this time?
Fenrir D. Greyback - February 29, 2012 09:52 PM (GMT)
Fenrir laughed at her words and her bravado he could smell the fear of her from the way she stood. It was so delightful when they sweated. it was delightful the odour that was distinctive to fear. It was a scent he most enjoyed on humans. Her words meant nothing to him. It wasn't like she could fight him and from the look of her she knew it too. She was bidding her time he knew that.
He paced forward slowly eyeing her. He licked his lips slowly and stared at her letting the minutes drag by as he bid his time. Choosing his words carefully. He would have to be extremely careful what he said.
"I know who you belong to child," He said slowly each word coming out in a low growl. It was distasteful that she was claimed by a werewolf. she was unworthy of his attention. she was a human female. she reeked of human. he could hardly stand her stench. He growled at her. "I can make you a worthy mate to you boy, all you have to do is agree to a few simple terms" He spoke slowly and deliberately.
A wide smile spread across his lips as he drew near to her. it would be so easy to turn her right now. to just attack her and bite her. his blood thrilled through his body seeking to do just that. He wanted to taste her blood. Wanted to drink of it and take his fill leaving her broken remains to change and letting the pup see what a true mate for him would be. He wanted to change her so he could teach them how to be real werewolfs. the boy was a fake. He was nothing. But with the guidance of Fenrir the boy could become something worthy of the name werewolf. Fenrir's plan was to reach the stubborn child through his weakness the woman human female. All man were weak where their women was concern that's why he didn't do love.
Jocelyn R. Woods - February 29, 2012 10:09 PM (GMT)
Jocelyn took a few more slow steps back as he moved closer. She didn't want to be any closer to him than she had to be. She held tightly to her wand, though she wasn't sure what for. What spell could she use to get herself out of this? Her best shot would be transforming, but even that would hold a slim chance of success. She had to just wait it out and hope for the best, but it seemed so stupid, so silly to just stand here and do nothing, but what else was there to do?
She frowned, shaking her head. "So I assume that means you plan on changing me..." she said, contemplating what she would do if he tried, what she could possibly do to stop him. But she was certain of one thing, she was not about to just let him change her. "And what might these terms be, exactly? she asked, partly out of curiosity, though she had no intention of letting him change her, and partly to buy a little more time for Ed to get here.
She just stared at him, watching his every movement as she listened for his answer, waiting impatiently for Ed to show up. Of course, she would not show her impatience, that would give away the fact that she was waiting on something. She was fairly sure he could probably figure it out anyways, but on the off chance he wouldn't, she wouldn't give him any more reason to suspect it. She was trying not to antagonize him, though every fiber of her being wanted to show the disgust she felt simply being in his presence, wanted to tell him exactly what she thought about him, give him a piece of her mind. But no, she wouldn't give him any reason to attack her now, she had to buy time, try to hold him off as long as she could, antagonizing him would do just the opposite, so she would hold her tongue as she waited for Ed.
Fenrir D. Greyback - March 2, 2012 11:25 PM (GMT)
Fenrir could see she was frightened and it was delightful he couldn’t help but smile as he glowered at her. With downcast eyes he paced a full circle around her. His eyes watching her every movement even though they appeared to be shut. He could smell the boy’s stench on her and it was disgusting to him. His blood called for her death. Her blood spilled and flowing over his hands. The sticky sweet taste of human blood was always enticing.
He laughed at her voice. Her bravado would do her no good. He knew she was bidding her time, but he knew one thing he could say that would insure she did just as he wanted. Growling low in his throat he replied <b>”Aren’t we clever now, yes little girl I’ll be changing you,”</b> His voice was a deadly growl and he continued before she had the chance to make another sound, <b>”Ahh now see that’s simple child, Your mate lives and you are allowed to be with him so long as you teach him our ways. See the boy is a little lost and he needs you”</b>
He could sense that there was something more going on here. She was not reacting how he expected her to. He was growing irritated with her. He wanted the taste of her blood and he could barely restrain himself from attacking her. He swallowed and growled low in his throat as he waited for her to react. He knew his words would give her pause and if nothing else would make her think about his offer seriously. He knew she would do it to save her precious pup. Her mind was so easy for him to see, even though he wasn’t a ligitiman he was able to know by her reaction that she did truly love the boy and that love was blind. Blind to the danger she was in.
Jocelyn R. Woods - March 3, 2012 12:31 AM (GMT)
Jocelyn watched him carefully, waiting for the moment when he would attack her, or the moment when she might have an opening to get away. His words creeped into her ears, sending a slight shiver down her spine. Of course she had been right. She watched him as he paced around her, her eyes not straying for a moment, because the moment they did was the moment it could all end.
She clenched her fists instantly at his words. She stared at him blankly as his words sunk in. Did he really expect her to agree to that? She would rather die than be changed.... She knew the effects it had, she saw the pain and struggle Ed went through, how could she allow herself to go through that? But that wasn't even the worst part. Ed wasn't lost, he wasn't wrong for not wanting to be a murderous monster... Did he really think she could ever bring herself to tell him otherwise? She didn't want Ed to die... she wouldn't let that happen, she couldn't lose him...
For a moment, just a brief moment a part of her almost considered it. Ed meant the world to her. He was everything she ever wanted. She loved him more than anything. She didn't want to lose him. But no, she couldn't let this happen. She loved him the way he was, she didn't want him to ever change, and she certainly wasn't going to be the one to turn him into a monster. She loved him too much to let him become that. Even if it meant her death, even if it meant they wouldn't be together, she couldn't let that happen to him.
A tint of sadness filled her eyes as she made her decision, torn between what was right and her desire to protect the one she loved the most. "I... I can't do it." she said, almost as if she were in a daze, as if the words caused her physical pain. "I won't teach him to be a monster like you. A disgusting, murderous monster. It isn't what he wants to be." she spoke, her voice cold and her words matter-of-fact. "That isn't the life either of us want, and it's not a life worth living. I won't do it, and you really are blind or just crazy if you expected any other answer." she said with a strong tone to her voice. She had made her choice, there was no backing down, and she wouldn't think of it. She watched him closely as she waited for the consequences that would no doubt occur very soon.
Fenrir D. Greyback - March 3, 2012 04:35 PM (GMT)
He paced the length of the ground around her circling his pray. A beast on the hunt. His body ready and primed for the fight that was building. His muscles twitched and his jaw was set. He could see the turmoil in her eyes and knew she was considering her offer. Her scent kept changing and it was growing irritating to him. He knew he would get her blood soon enough, but it wasn’t soon enough for him. He wanted it now! His eyes narrowed at her words. Did she really believe he would give up that easily? Did she really believe she could win? He was Fenrir, he was a death eater, more than that he was a wild beast in need of nourishment.
He laughed in a howling bark and slowly advanced on her eyes his eyes glowing evilly and his fangs bared. His very posture spoke of power and deadly ease. He prowled up to her and made a slow circle around her. With blinding speed he lashed out and grabbed at her reaching for her throat. He was so close he doubted she would be able to run from him. With dark eyes he gazed at her. Giving her one more chance.
”Accept my off her die, welp” He barked at her his breath inches from her face. His fangs just barely close enough to be felt, but not close enough to actually damage her. He was glaring intently at her. Ready to ripe her to peaces if she refused him again.
Jocelyn R. Woods - March 3, 2012 04:51 PM (GMT)
Jocelyn watched him, he kept getting closer. Her stomach turned at the thought of what might come next. She was certain that this was it. There was no turning back. Her breath was uneven as he slowly moved closer, she clenched her fists so tight that her hands were almost shaking. She wanted to run, she wanted to scream for Ed, but neither would do her any good.
Her eyes went wide for a second and she gasped as he grabbed her. She let out a soft grunt and shut her eyes tight for a moment. Of course he gave her another chance. She was certain he wanted to kill her, but what he wanted most was for her to accept his offer. For her to change and for Ed to be one of them. But that wasn't going to happen. She had made her choice, she wasn't going to back down now like a coward. She wouldn't do it, she wanted Ed to stay the way he was, the way she knew him, the way he wanted to be. How could she be selfish enough to make him into something he didn't want to be just so she could live and stay with him? No, she loved him too much.
She didn't want to die, but he meant more to her than her life. She was scared, trembling a little. A tear rolled down her face as she struggled to shake her head. "I won't do it." she spoke, a strong tone in her voice, despite the fear and the fact that his hand was current around her throat. "I would rather die than let Ed become a disgusting monster like you." she said with all the strength she could muster, her voice carrying a spiteful undertone.
She closed her eyes, her mind racing, so many emotions running through her. Was this the end? Would she die here and now? Would she never see Ed again? The thought broke her heart, but she couldn't do it, she couldn't change her mind. She couldn't put her life above him. She wouldn't.
Eduard P. Van Daal - March 3, 2012 09:02 PM (GMT)
Ed was running late and he felt terrible. He knew that Joce didn’t like being near the shrieking shack all by herself. If only he hadn’t gotten himself in trouble, AGAIN. He would have been able to leave school at the same time as everyone else. But no he had to say something stupid to one of the professors and serve a detention today. Great just great. That was his luck. So now late and hungry he raced down the steps of the castle and down the road to Hogsmeade. He was running flat out and got some very startled looks from other students, but he ignored those. He slowed down panting for breath as he neared the town. No need to race through the streets like the apocalypse was on his heels. No that would not do. So he walked down the street trying to catch his breath.
He barely caught his breath as he arrived around the bend to the shrieking shack. ”Joce I’m so…” the words died on his lips as he turned the corner and saw the scene before him. Joce was held by the monster Fenrir Greyback in a death grip. At least that’s what he saw. Instantly his vision turned red. His blood sped up in his veins and anger floored through him. Drawing his wand he did the one thing he could think of he yelled ”Stupefy” at the top of his lungs as he ran at Fenrir. He didn’t even see what happened as his body collided with the massive man. He went flying to the ground and lay there stunned for a moment. Whimpering in agony as pain sheared through his body. His vision dimmed and darkened before he finally blinked the blurriness away.
Fenrir D. Greyback - March 3, 2012 09:07 PM (GMT)
Fenrir was just about to crush her windpipe and relish in the feel of her blood as her words surrounded him. He was so angry by her response that his blood literally boiled. He wasn’t aware of anyone else. The scent of the female and her mate was all he could smell. Just as his hand tightened about her throat the spell hit him and his body went limp dropping the female. He growled in anger and frustration a moment before the body of the pup slammed into him. He stumbled backwards and fell to the ground hard. He lay there stunned for a moment. His body was tense and his eyes were unseeing.
Slowly his vision returned and his body came back under his control. He growled angrily as he forced his aching body to rise from the ground. The pup was lying on the ground and so was the girl. He rose to tower over the pup and looking down he sneered at the foul smelling beast.
”That was your last mistake pup,” He growled to the kid in response. He bent down and grabbed the kid by the his shirt lifting the boy off the ground he threw the pup through the air towards the trees. Hopping that the boy’s body would crumple under the impact and the force of the blow. He stood gazing at the boy for a long moment as he let the pain in his own body settle. Damn the pup for his ignorance and his stupidity. Anger was all that Fenrir felt at the moment and it demanded blood.
Jocelyn R. Woods - March 3, 2012 09:40 PM (GMT)
Jocelyn was certain this was it. Her life was about to be taken from her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. But just as she had given up hope, she heard a familiar voice and Fenrir was stunned by the spell. She was immediately dropped to the ground. Before she could even make a move Fenrir was knocked back by Ed. Relief and terror flooded through her at the same time. She wasn't dead, but now Ed was in danger as well. Maybe they would have a chance now, but there was no guarantee either of them would survive. Her stomach turned at this thought, an uneasy feeling spreading throughout her body.
She watched as Fenrir grabbed Ed, her eyes going wide for a moment as he threw him into the trees. "Ed!" she yelled, hoping that he would be okay. For half a second she was frozen, unsure of what to do, but then it hit her, it happened almost as if it was an instinct, something she did without even thinking. She grabbed her wand, pointing it at Fenrir, and then the words left her mouth, just as instinctively as her actions. "Petrificus Totalus!" she yelled, watching as the spell hit him and his massive body went limp and fell to the ground.
As soon as he hit the ground she scrambled to her feet and ran in the direction he had thrown Ed. She didn't have to run far before she spotted Ed beneath a tree. She ran to his side, instantly dropping to her knees. "Ed!" she said, placing her hand on his shoulder, checking to see if he was still alive, and he was. "Come on... Please be okay. We have to go, we have to run." she pleaded softly, as if he could hear her, though she wasn't sure he could.
Eduard P. Van Daal - March 3, 2012 11:26 PM (GMT)
Ed felt the force of the grip that tugged him upwards just as he started to regain his sense. That’s when the ground left him and he was suddenly flying through the air. He landed with a sickening crunch against something extremely dense and thick. The force of the impact dulled his senses and he felt his head explode with pain. He didn’t remember passing out, but he heard Joce’s voice as though through a long tunnel. She was telling him to wake up. He wished he could. He forced his eyes open and for a few moments saw nothing but blurry outlines.
”Joce,” he mumbled incoherently. His vision cleared slightly s he gazed at her. She was concern. He heard the rest of her words and nodded slowly. Run. He wasn’t even sure he could walk let alone run. But he forced himself to rise. He staggered slightly and grabbed the tree to keep from falling. The pain that was coursing through his veins was almost more then he could bear. Gritting his teeth he took her hand and forced himself to move forward. Forcing each step he stumbled into a blind run.
He knew Joce would follow. As he ran his heartbeat faster and he wasn’t breathing very well through the pain in his chest. When they reached the main road which wasn’t far from the shack he stopped doubling over in pain as he hacked and coughed uncontrollably. His whole body hurt, but his lungs were killing him. His chest was in so much pain he could barely draw an even breath to cough. He gasped for breath as he tried to steady his uneven breathing.
Jocelyn R. Woods - March 4, 2012 12:20 AM (GMT)
Joce let out a sigh of relief when Ed finally came to. Thank God. "Ed..." she said softly, hoping he had caught all of what she had said. She tried to help him as he tried to stand up. When he finally got up she took his hand, holding tightly to it, as if her life depended on it. She wished they didn't have to run, Ed was obviously in pain, and she knew this would not be easy for him, but of course, being in pain for such a short time was better than being dead.
She followed closely behind as they ran, she could tell that Ed was having trouble breathing. There was no way he could make it much farther. Hopefully they were far enough away that they could find someone, that they could be safe. She watched him double over in pain when they reached the main road. She hated seeing him in so much pain. She tried catching her breath as she stared down at him, placing her hand lightly on his back. There wasn't much she could do, and she hated that.
She looked around, trying to make sure he had not caught up to them. Surely not, but she couldn't help but look around for fear that he just might show up and there would be nothing they could do. But whatever they did, they had to rest for a moment, if they kept going Ed would pass out, and then they would certainly be doomed. She kept her hand on his back at he gasped for breath. She could feel the tension in his chest, the struggle he had to take each breath. She let out a short, uneven breath as she watched him. "Are you okay, Ed?" she asked, though she felt like an idiot asking that while he was sitting there gasping for breath. "Is there anything I can do?"
Eduard P. Van Daal - March 4, 2012 01:04 AM (GMT)
Ed looked up at her, almost certain he had either cracked or broken a rib by the shear agony he was in. He could tell Joce was worried for him. He hated seeing her like that. However right now he was just happy she was alive. Wondering if this was how most of their time was going to be together, pain and suffering. Running around scared, then again it is how they met so he wasn’t certain things were going to change quickly.
With a light sigh he stood up taking shallow breaths as he answered her question. ”I think I may have cracked a rib” He moaned through gritted teeth as he started to walk back in the direction of the castle. There was nothing for it. If he didn’t make it back he’d be dead and so would Joce. He couldn’t let that happen. He knew Fenrir would fallow them. Knew they had to get to the safety of the school. His every movement caused him great agony, but he set his jaw and took a slow easy pace back. Grateful that they didn’t have to run at least. He took her hand in his it gave him comfort to be able to hold on to her as he moved. At least her presence soothed the worse of his pain. Made him feel ok.
Jocelyn R. Woods - March 4, 2012 01:43 AM (GMT)
Jocelyn stared down at him, rubbing his back softly with her hand, not sure what else she could do. She gave him a nod when he spoke. "I'm sorry." she said softly, certain he was probably right. "I can try to fix it if you want.. It isn't as easy as fixing a bone in an arm or leg, but it shouldn't be too hard." she said softly, really wanting to help him somehow. She didn't want him to be in pain.
She gave his hand a light squeeze as they began walking slowly toward the castle. She was glad they didn't have to run now, going at a slower pace should keep him from hurting as much. He wouldn't be making such sharp movements or using his abdomen as much, and he wouldn't be breathing as heavily, which would definitely make it more painful, and risked the possibility of his rib puncturing his lung if it was broken. She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, glad he had shown up when he had, if he hadn't she would certainly be dead at the moment.
"Ed..." she said softly, looking over at him, holding tightly to his hand. "Thank you. If you hadn't shown up when you did.. I..." she paused shaking her head. "I just couldn't do it, and he would have killed me..." she said softly, letting out a sharp sigh as she remembered his words, the strength of his grip against her throat. The thought almost brought tears to her eyes. "I'm sorry you got hurt because of me."
Eduard P. Van Daal - March 4, 2012 02:08 PM (GMT)
”Joce I would rather hurt and see you alive then be whole and see you dead, I could not life losing you. Joce I love you,” Ed whispered in response to her words. That’s when he realized she had actually spoke before and he hadn’t even responded gods he could be thick sometimes. Sighing heavily he looked at her. She was stunningly beautiful. He wished he could just hold her and not have to go back to the school. It wasn’t safe out here for them and he knew it, he couldn’t be selfish right now.
Looking briefly away as he considered her off her decided against it. As it was he was lucky to be conscious if it hurt any more he would not be able to hold on to reality and he would pass out. Which would lead to a lot of problems. Like possibly being attacked by Fenrir again. So instead he opted to go to the school and if she wanted to heal him then that would be fine by him. At least they would be safe. She would be safe.
”I think it’s best that we make it to the school before I get healed. In case I loose consciousness or something. Then you would be alone out here and he might come back. I can’t take that chance Joce,” That’s when he remembered he had been late and realized had he been on time none of this would have happened. Tears of frustration and pain started to cloud his vision. ”Joce I’m sorry I was late, if I hadn’t said something dumb I would never have gotten detention and never have been late. I’m so sorry, I failed you” The last words chocked him as he realize his failure could have cost her her life. It was all his fault.
Jocelyn R. Woods - March 4, 2012 03:41 PM (GMT)
Joce gave his hand a light squeeze and gave him a soft smile. "I know, Ed. I just wish you hadn't been hurt." she said softly, staring at him, her eyes carrying a hint of sadness. "I love you too, Ed." she said gently, wishing she could give him a hug and hold him, wishing she could make his pain go away. But of course, they couldn't stop, if they did they risked giving Fenrir the chance to find them and attack them, and that was a risk they couldn't take.
She watched him as he walked, wanting to at least help hold him up, maybe it would relieve some of the pressure and it wouldn't hurt so bad. She listened softly to his answer, which made sense. Once they were inside the school she could heal him, but it probably would hurt, and he might pass out. Why hadn't she thought of that? "That makes sense." she said softly, giving him a nod. "I.. I don't know why I didn't think of that." she said, looking away from him for a moment. "Would it help at all if I let you lean on me while you walk?" she asked, wanting to help somehow.
She frowned at the statement that followed and stopped dad in her tracks. "Ed...Don't do that." she said, shaking her head softly. "You couldn't possibly have known. Don't worry about it." she said, though she was certain he wouldn't listen when she told him not to worry. "It isn't your fault. Besides, you made it in time, you saved me." she said pausing for a moment to make sure he was looking her in the eyes. "You didn't fail me, Ed." she said gently, her eyes showing the sincerity of her words. "You could never fail me. You came and you saved me, risking your own life to do so." she said insistently. "So please, just believe me when I say that. Please." she said with a little bit of a pleading tone to her voice. "I love you, Ed." she said softly, holding tightly to his hand.