I wanted to write the scene that ends this episode even more. But Sunday was because it is packed full with other activities - so we remain at the end sit where we sit just.
As usual, here the link orgy in advance: [ Part 1 ] / / / [ Part 2 ] / / / [ Part 3 ] / / / [ Part 4 ] / / / [ Part 5 ] / / / [ Part 6 ] / / / [ Part 7 ] / / / [ Part 8 ] / / / [ Part 9 ] / / / [Part 10 ] / / / [Part 11 ] / / / [Part 12 ] / / / [Part 13 ]
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The voice was so unearthly as the darkness from which it came. "You have to give her life."
John was not joking after feel to the atmosphere was oppressive, too great a concern for Jessica. Otherwise he would have something like "if I must, then I go to the bathroom," replied. But such awards were in another world, in another life. In another time perhaps. Instead, he asked: "Who's there"
I'm Nitzrek. You have to save them. "
" But I do not know how. "
" How could you bring them into this situation, Did you know And now you're at the end of your abilities? Tried "
John to recognize the shape, spoke to him. It was too dark to see more than a something, a being, a large, deep black shadow, blacker than the darkness. No face no contours.
I'm Nitzrek "
He replied." I know. And you do not want to lose Jessica. You can help her, I did not want to "John
see this being in the eye, Jessica him in her arms -. Lay - if Nitzrek had arms. He took Jessica in his arms, took a step toward the shadowy figure. Perhaps it was even darker than the figure would go from a negative light. In John normal world the light always drove the darkness, here they put out any glimmer of contrast. Another step in the same direction, John, saw nothing, could make no more contours stood aimlessly in a black void. The voice he heard might arise in his head or penetrate his ears, it was unreal and far away yet so near, when the little spoke directly into his ear.
"No man sees my face and lives," said Nitzrek.
John felt Jessica trembled in his arms as if she had hit an electric shock. Same time, touched him gently on the forehead, cold, icy cold and wet it felt. All strength left his muscles, his knees buckled and he fell, Jessica in his arms on the grass. Before silence lay over him, he could hear how incredibly far away from the call. "I need her," the voice seemed to shout, "where it is" - but its meaning left him even before he knew whether he had actually heard something.
When John came to, was the clearing in the evening sunshine, twittering in the branches of a few birds. The air was still warm. Jessica lay half on his body, her head resting on his chest. Her skin was cool, too cool to ambient temperature. He took her face gently in both hands and said in a broken voice, "Jessica. Wake up. It's over. "
you did not respond.
From a distance, said John, to hear an engine, a motorcycle, it might be. The noise sounded far away.
"Jessica, please wake up."
John Embedded Jessikas head carefully on her good arm and stood up. I must get help. I need someone to help her. Helps me. But who?
lay beside his car with the corpse of the gaping wound in the neck, the second attacker was no longer visible. Whether the man was dead, could not tell John, he had only had eyes for Jesse in the moments before the darkness had fallen from the sky. How long ago? He had taken off his watch before he went into the water. John went to the blankets over and looked at the clock face. Three hours had passed, that they had arrived. He forgot that he wanted to get his phone to dial the emergency number, his thinking was blocked. He stared into the distance, then he took one of the ceiling, fell to Jessika and spread the fabric over her body. He knelt down beside her and tried to see if she was still breathing. The lips were half open, whether the lungs were still weak or still worked, he could not find. John pressed his mouth on her, holding their nose and blew his breath into it. His fingers searched for the pulse on her chin. Weak, very weak, he said, to feel him, only briefly and very slow. Again he blew air into her lungs.
The engine noise became increasingly louder. John thought of the leather clothing of the two attackers and looked around for the knife he had dropped. It was three steps away in the grass.
comes some help? Not at all! I've notified anyone. The big man comes back with reinforcements to avenge his dead friend. I need someone ... I ... I need someone of their kind Alesia.
John got up and took the dagger. The motorcycle was approaching. He wondered if he should pick up somewhat, but he would have to move too far away from Jessica. I will defend you until the last breath, even if you die. At least, I owe you. John stared at the forest edge.
seconds later a heavy machine broke through the undergrowth. The driver wore a helmet with dark visor, behind him a slight figure sat on the seat for a moment John thought to have the giant predators to go, but then he saw that the motorcycle driver was not so gigantic. He drove his vehicle across the clearing and came to a stop next to Jessica and John. The engine stopped. The smaller figure jumped from the motorcycle and took off his helmet before the man could heave the vehicle on the stand.
»Jessika! I'm here! I have come, "
Luca threw his helmet aside and bent over the lifeless body. "Oh please, do not let it be too late," he cried as he pulled the blanket aside and threw behind him.
John was speechless. Why ... why ... decreased
When the driver of the machine the helmet, he recognized Giacomo. This nodded briefly and then asked his son: "What do you need"
Luca took off his leather jacket and threw it to the ceiling behind him. "My blood. Quick. "
Giacomo reached into his jacket pocket and took a razor to light. He opened it and pulled the blade without hesitation over the outstretched right arm of his son. The bright blood flowed fast and plentiful.
Luca pressed the wound Jessikas upper arm, right in the gaping cut in their skin. Giacomo looked at John and said: "First-aid kit. From the car. Buy it. "
From Jessikas mouth came a groan, her eyelids fluttered. John leaned down to her.
»Subito! Immediately, "shouted Giacomo at him.
John woke from his trance and ran. The first aid box was under the driver's seat. He pulled it out and ran back. Giacomo stretched out his hand and took the box itself.
Luca had become pale, Jessica opened her eyes. "It is ..." she whispered.
"Do not talk," said the boy. He raised his bleeding arm, the shirt ripped from his body and lay on Jessikas body, the free left arm around her and pressed again wound on wound. Jessica shivered a moment, then put her uninjured arm to Luca and he hugged her. A few minutes later she said: "It is enough. Thanks, Luca. "
" You sure? For sure? "
Yes. Stop it. Let you connect. "Giacomo
his son helped getting up and immediately pressed a compress on the cut. John took a bandage and wrapped it firmly around the forearm of the boy. Then again, he had eyes for Jesse. She smiled. She got back color in his face. She had sat up and pointed to the first aid kit, which lay in the grass. "A compress, please. Just for a few minutes. "
" Luca was the one who has heard your cry, "said Giacomo. The four sat
When on the terrace of a restaurant meal. Jessica was wearing the red dress again from Alesia and John stared every few minutes on her arm, which showed no trace of the near-fatal injury more. Only if you knew where the place was, you could still see a slight swelling - or an illusion of such. Luca had a black T-shirt on, there was no trace of the cut with a razor blade to see on his forearm.
"I think that was all imagination. We have not been attacked, Jessica was not hurt. We happen here, "taken in this restaurant with Giacomo and Luca muttered John.
Luca replied: "And the moon is round"
Giacomo admonished him: "First swallow what you have in your mouth, then talk. No one wants to admire the half-chewed pasta on your tongue, monello. "
Jessica put her arm around the boy, he hugged him and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "May today you everything," she said. Luca was red, but was still a kiss on the cheek like.
Giacomo shook his head resignedly. "Ah, bella! How can one teach his children decency, if one is constantly challenged? "
John picked up his beer glass and took a swig. The bitter taste of the cool glass - wonderfully real and no doubt genuine, in contrast to the confused Memories of the afternoon at the Lake of Montepulciano. Deep cuts in the period of disappearing minutes - cure - disintegrate, whatever, and anyway, to press a remarkable life-saving method, the bleeding injury to the rescuer to the victim and are involved in a lot of skin contact as possible with the extended body Send ...
"I told you," interrupted Jessika his musings, "that we heal quickly,"
John frowned and said. "I have read in my research about your kind, but Sun fast? And besides, you'd almost died, right? Where was ? For the rapid healing, as it was needed "
Luca recent pasta spoon shoved in his mouth and said," it was not fast. Mom has described to us the place where we can find you, but we can not fly. Papa is gone after all, like a racing driver. "
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Well. And now?
| Giacomo and Luca ... |
| ... break on its own, back home. |
| ... or together with John and Jessica remain. |
| evaluation |
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