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Shetan noticed she was nervous and afraid and how her voice shook. She must be afraid of death. "Death really bothers you, doesn't it?" Shetan murmured, watching her as she clenched the fabric of her pants. "You certainly must not be one of those people who like to see a creature like me suffer or die...obviously. But how would you find it awful if I died, besides the fact that you fear death and violence? Could it be that since I'm the only one of my kind and a creature that cannot be duplicated or replaced, you would find it a great tragedy to have a creature like me go extinct?"
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"It'd be awful because you're still a living creature. You have as much right to being alive as anybody." Ginny finally looked up at Shetan. Tears began to brim at her eyes then her hand lifted up to wipe them away. "Yes, you've killed, but every mistake and wrong done in someone's life can be forgiven. I don't want to see you suffer, I don't want to see anyone to suffer. And yes, I'm afraid of death," she laughed weakly at her own fear." It hasn't exactly been kind to someone that I know, and I find it unnecessary for life. It brings sadness, loneliness, despair, and unhappiness wherever it goes." Her head fell forward onto his stomach as she felt some the tears she fought hard to keep back run down her cheeks and her arms wrapped around him. "I hate it so much", her voice was afraid and muffled.
Shetan really had no idea what to say to that. He was stunned, although it didn't show very much on his face, only a little bit. He had never heard anyone say something like that before. It was very solemn, and in turn, Shetan felt solemn. He also felt touched in some way, knowing how kind and gentle and sensitive this girl was. To make a long story short and describe this girl in one word, she was sweet, very sweet, and Shetan appreciated getting to know that about her more and more. He was pleased inside that he had stumbled to her house and met her. When she leaned her head on his stomach and wrapped her arms around him, Shetan immediately began to reveal his comforting side. His large arms slowly wrapped around her, embracing her in return, and he looked down at her, seeing the tears, and he slowly and gently began to wipe them away from her face with his hand. "I think I can understand exactly how you must feel," he murmured as he stroked her head and back.
Ginny felt comforted and better in Shetan's arms. She'd never the chance to tell anyone about how she felt because no one was ever this close to her anymore. She kept sniffled once, then she took a deep breath and looked up at Shetan. "I think this is how you've repaid me for helping you," she said with a weak smile "You listened to what I had to say, and I'm grateful. Thank you". "Appearance doesn't matter at all. He's a nice guy, he really is. And he gets me and my overly emotional self", she thought to herself as she slid her arms away from him as she wiped away at the rest of the tears in her eyes until she looked like herself again.
For the first time, Shetan gave a small grin, the smile spreading slowly across his face, and his sharp, pointy teeth showed. His grin was a rather delighted and pleased grin. He was happy and satisfied that he had been able to repay her kindness to him with some of his own. The grin stayed on his face for a brief moment before he replied, "Anytime. I'm glad that I got the chance." He was referring to being able to repay her. "Who was this special person you knew that passed on, if you don't mind me asking?" he murmured softly, looking serious again.
"It was my mom. It happened about three years ago when I was still in high school, and she was becoming busier then ever at the vet hospital. The doctors say it was a heart attack," Ginny said to answer his question and tried to let the now comforting presence of Shetan help her relax and continue on to talk. "I got a call to go down to the office and bring my stuff with me. I was happy at first because I thought my mom needed me at work. She would pull me out of class to be her assistant often, but then I was told by the principal what had really happened. I was devastated," the images began to replay vividly in her mind: The rush she was in to get to the hospital while she hoped that her mother might still be alive, the face of the doctor when he told Ginny that he didn't save her, the sight of her mom's lifeless body. "I know it's in my past, but it's hard to forget. The more I try to honor her memory, the more I miss her, and it just brings me down".
Shetan's face became solemn and a little sad as he listened to her story. What a coincidence. His mother had died, too, not exactly how her mother died, but very similar. "I know how you feel, for I have experienced the same thing," Shetan murmured sadly. "My mother died, too." He slowly moved to sit down next to her, reclining and relaxing into the couch. "She was human just like your mother was. She died from a disease as well, but it wasn't a heart attack. It was pneumonia." Shetan looked ahead as he spoke, mostly down towards the floor. He felt comfortable telling her this secret after she had told him hers, and he knew she would be able to understand just as easily as he had understood her. Tears of his own began to brim in his red eyes as he gave a sad sigh, looking down at his hands in his lap. "She didn't die when I was a child. It was much later on when I was fully grown. I'll never forget that moment when I saw her die right before me, when she closed her eyes and breathed her last. I felt like a part of me had died along with her." Before Shetan could realize it, the tears were rolling down his cheeks, not very slowly but a little more quickly.
Ginny reached her hand over onto his lap and held onto his hand. "If I had the chance to meet her, I would tell her thank you. I'd tell her that because she created you. You're unlike anyone I've met," she gave a smile to him as her free hand touched his tear soaked cheek. "I guess if we were to look on the positive side now, it was their deaths that somehow brought us closer to each other." It was beautiful somehow, watching Shetan show this much emotion. He was perhaps more human than anyone she knew. It was crazy, but it was the good kind of crazy. Her gaze was fixated on Shetan now, and she seemed to forget her own sadness because she was now focused on helping Shetan. "If the people that had attacked him had know how nice of a guy he really is, maybe they wouldn't have tried to hurt him in the first place," she thought to herself then her hand holding his hand gave a reassuring squeeze.
Shetan looked down at her hand holding his hand before his gaze slowly shifted up to her face. As a few tears that were still there slowly rolled down his cheeks, his eyes widened slightly at what she said. His eyes closed as her hand touched his cheek, finding comfort in her soft, gentle touch. As his eyes opened again and looked at her, he murmured, "I never thought of it that way. I wouldn't have met you if I hadn't stumbled upon your house, but we probably wouldn't have this deep of a friendship if our mothers didn't die, if I was to look on the positive side." His hand wrapped around hers.
Ginny's smile lasted longer and became genuine when he said that he never thought of it that way. "I guess when you take a step back from everything that's negative around you, you can always find that one positive thing that will make it all better," she continued on letting some more positive thinking fill her mind. It showed in her eyes as well: the sadness was washed away by the new waves of hope in Ginny's eyes. In the back of her mind, she realized that they were both still holding hands. It was such a normal gesture, yet it seemed to hold some sort of meaning to her. "Smiling can help too you know," she nudged his shoulder gently with her own shoulder, "plus, you have a rather nice smile." She felt like a pest again, but this time she didn't feel as embarrassed by it. I have to go now. I'll comment back on the thread in the morning. Until then~
A smile began to spread slowly onto Shetan's face as he was subconsciously looking down at their intertwined hands, which he didn't know why he was looking down there. His gaze slowly shifted up to her face, and his smile was more happy and content and pleased. Ginny helped him feel at ease. He reached up with his other hand and started wiping away the tears, drying his face off. "Well, thank you," he murmured, referring to when she said he had a nice smile. Usually his smiles were evil and sick and twisted and mischievous, but this time, his smile was genuine when he smiled back at her.
"You're welcome," she responded back to his 'thank you' and then felt some color in her cheeks when she realized that she had spent the past minutes staring at his face. Ginny looked down for a moment trying to not feel so embarrassed. "Usually I'm not like this around people. True, I get flustered sometimes, but I can't go a minute without blushing around him." "So, where do you live Shetan? You've already seen where I live, what about yourself?" Her wild imagination pictured a cemetery with a creepy house located on the tallest hill in the middle of it. Several signs that read 'Beware', 'Go away!', 'Monster ahead,' would lead up to his door. Maybe Shetan would put up the signs like that: "he's probably had enough trouble with people moving after him," Ginny considered.
"A haunted mansion with a wonderfully eerie graveyard surrounding it, going on for several miles in my backyard," Shetan replied, not realizing that what he was saying was exactly what she was guessing and picturing in her mind. "It's just past this forest. You'll know when you're entering into my territory when you start seeing eerie mist and darkness and a sinister sign that says, 'Danger! Do not enter! All who dare to enter will die!'"
Ginny suddenly laughed loudly with a large smile on her lips because she was actually right about her guess as to where he lived. Her hand hands flew up to her mouth immediately then she looked at him lowering her hands. "Um, sorry... I just guessed that, you know, that's actually where live... And I was right," "And I've also seen too many monster from the swamp movies so I know about stuff like that," she thought to herself. Her hands settled back onto her lap then she realized that she was still in her pajamas. "I'll be right back. You can turn on the television or help yourself to something in the fridge," Ginny spoke as she got off the couch then went into her bedroom and closed the door with a soft click. She opened the door to her closet then laid out a fresh change of clothes for herself on her bed. Her small bathroom attached to her bedroom gave her perfect privacy as she turned on the shower then undressed herself. Ginny seemed to lose any worrisome thought she had as she stepped under the pulsing water then closed the curtain.
Shetan was quite pleased to hear her sudden and rather unexpected laugh. Laughs always helped people feel better after they had just cried a moment ago. He was amused and quite surprised that she had been guessing exactly what he said. "Well, isn't that something," he murmured, letting out a short, amused laugh. "That's a wonderfully interesting coincidence." I bet she guessed that because of how I look and that I'm a monster. It would make perfect sense. He watched her get up and leave. "All right," he murmured, taking the remote and flicking on the TV. He relaxed against the couch lazily as he watched the screen contently. As he flipped through channels, he stumbled upon an old comedy, The Cosby Show. Oh, good. Shetan loved that show. Bill Cosby always cracked him up.
After some time, she stepped out from the shower and wrapped a towel around herself and held it close to herself as she walked back into her bedroom. Ginny dried herself up then she put on the clothes she had laid out for herself. As she dressed, she heard the familiar voice of Bill Cosby from The Cosby Show through her closed bedroom door. She smiled and shook her head as she finished putting her clothes on then she brushed her hair in front of her her mirror. "He likes purple pancakes, he gives hugs, and he watches The Cosby Show. He's quite the interesting and funny guy," she thought to herself. Ginny set her brush back down on her dresser then she came back out into the living room. Sure enough, there was Shetan sitting on the couch with the television remote in his hand. "I'm glad he feels at home here."
Shetan crossed his arms over his broad chest and over the top of his large stomach that stuck out as he reclined in the couch lazily. An amused grin was on his face as he watched the screen, before he suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter. Bill Cosby was trying to teach his youngest daughter Rudy how to play the violin properly to the tune of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," and he was attempting to sing the words to the song as she played. Of course, Rudy played very flatly and downright horribly, and in turn, Bill Cosby sang just as flatly as the violin. And he would always stop her right in the middle of the song and tell her how bad she was playing and that they needed to start all over again. Of course, she would just continue to play flatly, and Bill Cosby would end up singing flatly, and then he would realize it and stop her. It continued on like this until Bill Cosby finally said, "No, no, you're killing the star," and he kept trying to help her until at last he gave up. Shetan was laughing and laughing and laughing, laughing controllably and couldn't stop.
Ginny laughed as well. It wasn't just because the joke was funny, but she found it hard not to laugh with Shetan when he was having such a good time watching this. She wanted and loved to join him the freedom of laughter. As she laughed, she felt pain in her stomach from laughing for so long. Her arms wrapped around her stomach as she tried to control herself then she finally calmed down. She giggled softly at Shetan who was still laughing. "You've got quite the laugh, Shetan," she complimented him on it as she went over to her kitchen. One of many drawers was opened by her as she pulled out a pad of paper and a pen. She opened her fridge as she took note of what she would need to get at the farmer's market. Ginny's would drive out to the farmer's market every week in her beetle and get all her groceries there. They always had what she needed there, and the people that worked there knew Ginny since she was a regular.
As Shetan laughed, he heard Ginny laugh and looked behind himself over at her. When he finally got the chance to calm down, he joked, "I try. Well, actually, I don't need to try on this one." He was referring that he didn't have to try to laugh since it came naturally to him. He turned back and focused his attention on the TV screen, and, of course, he was laughing again almost immediately. Bill Cosby was dancing stupidly and making subtle but very hilarious faces. Knowing Shetan, he was very alert and picked up on even the smallest of subtle things. He buried his face in his hand, his body shaking with laughter. "Bill, you are embarrassing yourself!"
Ginny realized that how Shetan was so easily humored by the television reminded her of a child in a way. Her smile seemed never ending as she wrote down what she found was running low in supply. Her television didn't get any of the shows like MTV or Fox, but she did get ABC, NBC, and Nickelodeon. Whenever it was a rainy day out, her and her mom would make popcorn then curl up on the couch while watching Wheel of Fortune or Jeopardy. "Is this your favorite show to watch, Shetan? Personally Family Matters is one of my favorites," Ginny called over to him as she closed the fridge then went looking through her cabinets. The list wasn't too large anyway, but she enjoyed to keep everything in good quantity.
"My all time favorite," Shetan called back to her, still watching the screen and all calmed down again now. "But I got others." He absentmindedly raised one finger up each time he listed a favorite comedy show. "There's The Andy Griffith Show, The Honeymooners, Abbott and Costello, Car 54, Where Are You, The Munsters, and Gilligan's Island. And those are just comedies. I'm sure I got others that I can't think of right now."
Ginny giggled softly as she finished making her list then went back over to the living room. "For a creature that isn't human, you have some fairly good taste in comedy shows," she complimented him as she sat herself back down in one of the chairs she had. She decided to watch the show with him for a while. A while turned into a long time as the episode they were watching ended, then the next one after that, and so on and so forth. Her laughter became reoccurring now with the many hysterical and simply amusing moments being the cause of it all. "I can't remember the last time I laughed this much and had this much of a good time with someone just by watching.p television," she admitted looking over at Shetan. "It feels nice".
Shetan laughed just as much as her if not more as one hilarious show came on after another, providing a good few hours of comical entertainment. He was lying down now, all stretched out across the couch on his back and watching the episodes in a more comfortable position. It was quite often that he was laughing hysterically and uncontrollably, sometimes even maniacally, which he couldn't help sometimes. "Well, two is better than one when you got good shows like this," Shetan agreed, glancing over at her now.
"And maybe twooo is better than one. There's so much tiiime. To figure out, the rest of my life. And you've already got me coming undone. And I'm thinking two, is better than one," Ginny sang softly since the comment made by Shetan saying things are better with two instead of one. She slid back into her seat then her gaze landed on Shetan. "I'm not sure if you've heard that song before, but it's one of my favorites." She looked back at the television and saw that one of the pestering commercials came on where the speaker insisted that the viewer needed this product for whatever reason. She laid her head back on one of the decorated pillows she had in her seat as she groaned wanting the show to continue already.
"Interesting," Shetan murmured in response to what she said. He glanced back at the TV again and sighed inwardly, wanting the show to get back on. As he stared at the screen, he winced a little, feeling the soreness in his back from the stab wounds. He shifted a little bit to get comfortable, relaxing. He pretty much had forgotten that his stab wounds were hurting since the TV was entertaining him and taking his mind off the pain. But now that the commercials were on, he remembered that he was still injured.
Ginny opened her eyes then saw the pained expression in Shetan's eyes. "Huh, he seemed fine and I guess I forgot that he was even injured. It was only yesterday too. Time flies," she thought to herself as she sat up. "Do you want me to get you some more ibuprofen?" She asked with her nursing side beginning to come out again. In fact, she truly had forgotten that he had almost been killed yesterday. They both seemed to be having such a good time laughing, talking, and learning about each other.
Shetan looked at her. "I'm good," he said, not wishing for her to worry and fuss over him. She deserved to take it easy after all she had done yesterday for him. He winced again slightly as he carefully sat up and leaned back into the couch again in the position he was in before he lay down, reclining comfortably. He closed his eyes so that she could no longer see the pain. He didn't want her to worry. After all, it wasn't like he was going to die or anything. She had saved his life. He sighed softly in relaxation.
"Oh, okay. Let me know if you need anything," Ginny said back to him as she watched Shetan recline back into the couch he was on. She was going to try to the farmer's market today, but she felt compelled to stay with him. She put her grocery list in her pocket as she let herself get comfortable in her lounge chair. The television continued on with some other show she didn't recognize. It was also in a foreign language with English subtitles which made her very confused; and a bit disturbed when there were two people dressed as dogs appearing at the door of an apartment owned by two men. Still, there was no way Ginny would allow herself to fall asleep while she was keeping an eye on Shetan.
"Thank you," Shetan replied. He kept his eyes closed for a while before opening them again. He subconsciously glanced out the window, it being in the afternoon already. And right then, Shetan felt a want to go outdoors. He wasn't going to go back to that town or anything, but he just wanted to go for a walk in the woods. His gaze shifted over to her. "I'm in the mood for going outdoors," Shetan murmured. "Would you like to come with me?"
Ginny smiled over at him. "That sounds good to me," she said loving his idea as she stood up and helped him off of the couch he was on. She realized how much time she'd spent outside now, it was very little. Leaving her house for a while with him was just what she needed right now. If he had no plans to go anywhere in particular in the woods, Ginny had somewhere in mind. She was very eager now to get outside because she grasped onto Shetan's hand and led him outside. Her foot nudged the door shut as she exited her house.
Shetan turned the TV off and allowed her to help him off the couch, towering over her once again as he stood up and walked over to the door with her. He held her hand in return as he stepped out into the cool, fresh air. Oh, yeah. This was perfect. This was what a creature like him needed. He was very much an outdoors creature, and nature was a part of him. He could never stay away from it. Every time he looked outside a window, the outdoors would always seem to be beckoning him on, encouraging him to come out. Shetan had nowhere in particular that he was going to go. He hadn't even thought about it. So he just allowed her to lead him wherever she was going to take him.
As Ginny walked with him, she led Shetan further away from her house. The two of them both walked down a dirt trail that seemed to fade into the brush the more they walked. She was an outdoor person herself, and she was raised to appreciate everything that nature could give. She wouldn't take from nature what nature wouldn't give to her willingly. The sunlight was still out and bright as ever in the afternoon, and birds began to return from their scavenge with twigs and leaves for their nests. Ginny didn't seem to focus on the fact that she was holding Shetan's hand: actually she seemed to enjoy the feel of her hand with his, most of her attention was on their surrounding. The sunlight cast its rays down on them and it brought pleasant warmth to Ginny. She smiled at the welcoming feeling she felt coming outside again. Ginny led him further until the tree cover began to part and they made their way up hill.
Shetan looked around the woods as she led him on, going further and further into the area. He enjoyed the feel of the sun, due to him being fire. It was nice and warm. He looked ahead and noticed the tree cover beginning to part as they started making their way uphill. It was then that he glanced down at Ginny for a short moment. Her company was nice, and Shetan liked this better than if he was alone out here.
Soon, they arrived at the top of the hill. Below them, the tree coverage continued until it reached town. The view show cased the simple beauty perfectly as well as the mountains in the far distance. The image was almost something out of a picture. The only thing that made this imperfect was the cemetery that was seen from afar because of its many dead trees and scar shape that it created in the lush green landscape. "This was my favorite spot to come to as a child. I couldn't always see over the trees, so my mother had to give me a boost. I asked her what it was like once, to go past the mountains and leave town to travel. She told me that she'd never left town. I then asked her if she wanted to leave at all. She told me that she wouldn't ever leave her home. Every part of it was perfect to her," Ginny said even remembering how her mother loved the cemetery because it brought people together to remember those who have left this world, but never the hearts of their loved ones. "I think it's perfect too," she gave his hand a gentle squeeze and gave him a soft smile.
Shetan was extremely pleased by the breathtaking scene, and he was smirking with delight as he looked all around at the mountains and woods. Then he saw the cemetery. He didn't know there was another cemetery around here besides his own. He was thrilled inside to see it there in this beautiful place because he loved cemeteries. But he had a feeling that this cemetery contained her mother. He gave a little smile. "Well, I'm a wanderer, so if you want to explore beyond the mountains like I have many times before, I can take you there." He cocked his head curiously at the cemetery. "Is that where your mother is buried?"
Ginny nodded her head "Yeah, that's where my mother was buried. The ceremony wasn't large, but I wasn't the only person to come at least. When it first happened, I would come by the cemetery everyday with flowers. Now I only come by on the anniversary of her death," she said looking back over at Shetan. He seemed to be as happy as she was, with the view and, hopefully, the company. "And I'd love to see what you can show me. I may live in the woods, but even I haven't seen everything that is out there." She smiled at him warmly.
"May I see her grave?" Shetan asked as he stared at the distant numbers of tombstones and graves far away down the hill. He looked down at her and smiled. "Well, in that case, would you like me to show you the world today? Even now?" He looked up at the sky and noticed that the sun was setting on the horizon. "Or would you prefer tomorrow? It is getting late," he said as he admired the beautiful colors of the sunset. It added to the splendid beauty of the scene.
Ginny turned her gaze back over to the sunset over the horizon. The sky was a beautiful shade of red with splashes and ripples of colors; this was the only time of day next to sunrise when Ginny could actually look at the sun, and not have her eyes hurt from the brightness. "I guess tomorrow would work better to go see what you have to show me," she sighed "It's unbelievable. It seemed like only an hour, and the day's already almost over. I guess time flies when you're enjoying yourself with your friends". As soon as the word; friends, escapes her lips: she immediately felt something wonderful. She felt herself let go the fear she had of Shetan. She felt trust in him. Ginny hadn't ever showed anyone this spot; Shetan was special to Ginny. "And about seeing my mother's grave, you're more than welcome to come when I have to go. If she was alive, well, and of course once she got past your appearance, I think she'd like you too". "I know I do," she thought to herself.
Shetan stared at the sunset as she spoke, but he turned his head and looked down at her when she mentioned the word "friends." She considered him her friend. That made Shetan feel happy inside. "I bet she would," he replied in response to the last part she said. So not only was he her friend, but she liked him, too. He realized that he was still holding her hand after all this time, but he didn't care. He had never been this close of friends with a human before.
"I know she would," Ginny thought to herself as the sun finally vanished behind the horizon and the last rays of light cast onto the clouds creating a beautiful end to the day. She needed this: she needed to see the sun set, she needed to see again how beautiful life could be, she needed someone she could trust and tell everything to. Then she realized that the magic of this moment was gone as the sky began to darken. Ginny let out a sigh "I guess we better head back now", she said. "It's a good thing it isn't exactly night yet, otherwise we wouldn't be able to see where we're going. Unless you secretly have night vision," Ginny joked with a gently nudge on his shoulder.
"Oh, I got night vision," Shetan said honestly with some teasiness in his tone. "I'm a good flashlight." His red eyes were flashlights themselves, for they were glowing more and more as darkness fell slowly. He turned around and started heading back down the hill and back into the woods, still holding her hand. As they walked into the woods, which was already getting dark, the air got cooler as well. But Shetan was secretly looking around as they walked, sensing the presence of a wolf nearby. When he wondered whether or not he would end up seeing the wolf, the wolf suddenly came into view and stopped in front of them, looking very threatening.
Ginny looked towards where Shetan's flashlight eyes were shining towards where she saw a wolf. She immediately stopped in her tracks when she saw this creature before her. At first, she was a excited to come across a natural creature at this time of night. Then she took another look and saw a predatory gaze in the wolf's golden eyes. Ginny remembered once when her mother had a wolf be brought to her office. It's foot had been caught in one of a poache's trap; Ginny couldn't stand those people who would do this to animals minding their own business. Wolves wouldn't attack unless either their territory was intruded upon, or their young was in danger. Ginny assumed that they were in this one's territory. Her hand that was holding onto Shetan's suddenly tightened and sought comfort in his grasp. "Shetan..." she spoke softly and looked up at him showing some uneasiness and some fear. Ahead of her, the wolf let out a growl.
Shetan was staring at the wolf, daring it to come closer and attack. He felt Ginny tense and tighten her grip on his hand. His hand wrapped around hers more as he glanced down at her. He was suddenly turning protective, and the protectiveness was in his eyes. He glanced up towards the wolf, which was starting to move around them in a wide circle, circling them like it would attack any minute. Shetan growled in warning, keeping his eyes on the wolf, before he instinctively moved in front of Ginny protectively, hiding her from the wolf.
Ginny didn't want to let go of Shetan's hand at this point: it was the only thing that gave her some feeling of sanctuary now. She gently laid her head against his backside. When the wolf began to circle around them both, she closed her eyes. Her mind envisioned herself back at her home and laying down on her bed. It was becoming cold outside when a gust of wind began to come in through the woods. Small goosebumps rose on her exposed arms making her shiver once then nestle closer into Shetan's backside. The inhuman growl that escaped from Shetan's lips was even more frightening then the one coming from the wolf circling them. "Please... Be careful, Shetan".
Shetan felt her head against his backside and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. He never took his eyes off the wolf, which was now standing still and crouching down a little like it was preparing to attack. And sure enough, it did. It suddenly leaped, right at Shetan, but Shetan was waiting for that. His hand suddenly raised up as the wolf leaped at them, successfully grabbing the wolf by the throat roughly and stopping it from attacking. Then Shetan began to squeeze. The wolf snarled and struggled as Shetan slowly crushed its windpipe, and during its struggle, the wolf ended up scratching Ginny on her arm before Shetan could stop it. Rage rose up in Shetan, and he choked the wolf tighter, killing the wolf much more quickly. He was growling and snarling animalistically as he choked the wolf. Once the wolf stopped struggling and became limp, Shetan released his grip, and the wolf fell to the ground, dead. Fortunately, Shetan was not wounded in the fight, but Ginny was. He turned around to face her and stared down at her, shifting his gaze to her wound on her arm, then back to her face.
Ginny cradled her injured arm and looked down at the dead wolf on the ground whose life had been taken away by Shetan. Her eyes seemed to run out of tears at this point, but they did still show sadness and fear. While she was afraid of the wolf because she feared that it would hurt Shetan or herself, she still felt a hole in her chest from witnessing death. "It'll never change, will it? Death will never be good... Does preventing it from happening though make you afraid, or a good person?" she wondered as she looked up at Shetan now after she had looked at the nonliving creature long enough. "Thanks for saving me, Shetan. I guess now I owe you for saving my life now," she smiled weakly then felt some of her blood from her arm trickle onto her shirt soaking up into the fabric. "I think we should get going now..."
Shetan immediately started walking back towards her house, taking her hand gently in his and leading her. "Well, right now, let's worry about that wound you got. It needs to be treated." The wound looked deep to Shetan, and he didn't want her to develop an infection. Not to mention, she seemed to be bleeding a lot, so he walked at a slightly fast pace until they reached her house and went inside, not wishing for her to bleed too much. Once inside, Shetan immediately went into the bathroom and got some bandages and some alcohol peroxide and some wipes. He sat down on the couch and beckoned to her.
Ginny walked over to Shetan when both of them were back in her house, then sat herself down on the couch. She held out her arm for him, then it seemed as if, for the first time, she saw what her injury looked like. The bright red color was so different from the red in Shetan's eyes, and the depth of her cut made her realize how thin her skin actually was. The shape of it also had her gaze captured. She looked up when she recognized the smell of peroxide for cleaning wounds when Shetan had brought it out."I didn't know that you knew how to do this, Shetan", Ginny said honestly as she met his gaze. "Maybe it shows that I don't know that much about him at all," she considered.
Shetan took her arm and one of the soft wipes and began to gently wipe off the excess blood dripping down her arm. "I have knowledge of this," he said. "A creature like me is full of surprises." He opened the bottle of peroxide and applied some of it to another wipe. "This is gonna sting," he warned before he gently pressed the cloth to her wound. He kept it on her wound for a short while before taking the bandages, and he carefully bandaged her wound up. Then he stood and walked over to a trash can and threw the dirty wipes in the trash before putting things back in the bathroom. Then he walked back to her.
"Full of surprises, you don't say," Ginny thought to herself when Shetan left for a while. She gently touched the bandages that Shetan used on her arm: she couldn't remember the last time someone had helped like her this, then again, she couldn't recall ever being clawed by a wolf either. The stand off between the two of them was something, not to mention the fight that happened. Both of them were killers, and both of had a growl and predatory gaze that gave Ginny chills. What was different between the two of them, was that Shetan was more human then the wolf. Ginny lifted up her gaze from her arm to Shetan when he came back in the living room. "Hi," she said to him looking at his eyes that were no longer like flashlights now.
