B.O.E.- Chapter 15: Raven

 

    Raven watched the yellow-eyed giant walk away to the door but she hadn’t heard a knock. She guessed he could hear something she couldn’t. She tried to stay relaxed but felt her muscles involuntarily tense up when she saw the doctor at the door.

    Isaac let him in and the Doc made his way up to her left side.

    “Good evening, Ms. Raven,” he greeted with a small smile. “How are you feeling?”

    Raven was about to answer but thought better of it; her throat was still impossibly dry despite the water. So she typed out a message on the phone’s notepad app. “You didn’t mention I could’ve died during the procedure.”

    She tried to angle the phone to him but her arm refused to cooperate enough. She turned to Isaac as he returned to her right side and he read her message aloud. She noticed him frown at the Doc and wondered if he was directing her anger because she couldn’t… or it was his own.

    “Ah, yes,” Dr. O fidgeted a little. “Considering the toxin had a few days to truly grip onto your system, it would take a bit of effort to release it. I had high hopes for your survival, however, based on the results from the tests prior.”

    Raven pursed her lips as she typed out another message for Isaac to read, “Why can’t I talk?”

    “I believe the toxin centered in your throat was highly affected by the treatment. It may take longer for your throat to recover than the rest of your body,” Dr. O stated thoughtfully.

    Raven watched him carefully move aside her old cell phone and her necklace to place a rolled-up kit on the bedside table. Before she could type out the message, Isaac spoke,

    “Pass me the necklace, Doc,”

    She stared as the necklace was passed along over her. Then Isaac set it beside her on the bed.

    “It looks delicate,” he muttered, seeing her watching him.

    Raven was about to type out a question when she felt the Doc’s cold hand move her left arm toward him. She watched him sanitize the inside of her elbow and typed out, “Do you need so much blood? I feel like a pin cushion.”

    The Doc chuckled and picked up a needle. “I do apologize, Ms. Raven. As this is a very interesting case, I would like to be as thorough as possible. We must learn as much as we can about your condition and that does call for constant tests.”

    Raven sighed heavily and stared up at the canopy as he pricked her skin. She felt the jiggle as he attached the tube to collect her blood flow but refused to look. She focused inward and checked her own recovery. Her muscles were basically liquid and waking up slower than she would have liked. She could move her fingers and hands but not her arms. Hell, if she tried to make a fist, her muscles practically rioted against her until she relaxed again.

    I hate this, she grumbled in her mind. I can’t fight. I have to rely on Muscles. I can’t even walk!

    As if to underline this, she tried to wiggle her toes again but they refused.

    “What’s wrong, Raven?” Isaac’s voice asked and she noticed his intense stare.

    This guy takes his promises too seriously, she thought before typing out, “My legs won’t move now and I feel like passing out again.”

    “I do recommend plenty of rest,” the Doc answered when Isaac read her message aloud. “You may have random instances of unconsciousness but with time, you will adjust to the side effects.”

    Raven felt him remove the needle and quickly bandage her up. She watched him carefully cork the vial of her blood and slide it into a pouch. She couldn’t help but wonder if he seriously needed so much blood.

    Suddenly, she felt the phone in her hand vibrate. She opened the messages app and opened Anise’s recent text.

    “Hey, Raven.”

    This was odd. Usually, Anise called her by her nickname. Raven frowned slightly and replied,

    “What’s up, sis?”

    “Well, Ms. Raven, I will ask that you contact me tomorrow to report your progress,” the Doc said. “I am sure you will be up and moving again.”

    Raven switched to the notes app to type out: “Sure, Doc. We’ll see.”

    “If you do not experience any nausea within the next two hours, I suggest eating a light soup,” the Doc recommended.

    “I’ll walk you out,” Isaac growled as the Doc chuckled.

    Raven felt the phone vibrate again as both vampires moved away from her. She opened Anise’s message and felt her blood run cold. She forced her heart to relax before the vamps could pick up on her sudden change. She reread the message and quickly ran through a list of possible actions.

    “There’s someone here asking for you. Says he’s a friend of yours? A client?”

    Raven figured she shouldn’t worry her sister just yet so she sent. “At the college?”

    She distantly heard Isaac shut the door to her room and begin to move back to her side when she got Anise’s reply,

    “Yeah… he says you didn’t check in for an appointment? His name is Kurt.”

    Raven couldn’t hide her eyes from widening and knew Isaac must have noticed. She sent back a quick, “Hold on.”

    “Raven?” Isaac frowned curiously.

    Raven opened the notes app and typed, “Could you pass me my old phone?”

    Isaac nodded once and was on the other side of the bed in an instant. He moved back around and set the old phone in her right hand. “What’s going on?”

    Raven didn’t try to answer him. She was busy typing in a phone number she’d memorized to send a quick text message. “I got your message. Not tomorrow. I need a favor.”

    She waited, feeling Isaac’s stare heavy on her skin.

    “What favor?”

    “Extra surveillance during daylight. I’ve got full hands.”

    “It’ll cost you,” came the reply. “In two days, for 72hrs. From now on.”

    Raven pushed down the sudden wave of nerves and replied, “See you then.”

    She deleted the messages, locked the phone and grabbed the other one to send Anise a text next, “Sorry, he’s a client and a friend. Guess he got worried lol.”

    She waited for a reply, forcing herself to relax. I can’t believe that asshole made contact, she thought to herself with a sigh. I need to fix this.

    “Raven,” Isaac interrupted suddenly, eyeing her hand. “What’s going on?”

    Raven opened the notes app and typed out, “Just something I forgot to do. I handled it.”

    He frowned but gave her a quick nod. He busied himself with pouring her another glass of water and she typed out another message,

    ‘Remember those days I told you that need to head out? I need to be gone the day after tomorrow for a few days.’

    Isaac’s frown deepened. “You did mention that.”

    Raven waited as his mind worked. She erased the message and prepared to type again.

    “You still don’t want Luther to drive you?” he asked and she typed out, “No.”

    “So, you’ll need one of the cars,” he pointed out.

    'Preferably a small one. I’m not sure I wanna drive an SUV' Raven typed out.

    “You’re not gonna tell me where you’re going, are you?” he asked but he didn’t even glance at her answer.

    Guess he’s not completely stupid, Raven thought.

    “You’re asking for a lot of trust, Raven,” he muttered, his hands fisting at his sides. “We cannot allow our existence to be compromised.”

    Raven wished she could ask the multitude of questions she felt like asking but resorted to typing out, ‘You asked how you could earn my trust. What better way to earn yours?’

    He crossed those massive arms and stared down at her, hard. “Perhaps sharing some details about yourself would help. You raise a lot of questions.”

    Raven sighed and felt her eyes roll. She typed out, ‘When I get back, I’ll answer a few.’

    She watched him think about it for a few long seconds. He sighed suddenly and moved away. Confused, Raven watched him go back to the plush chairs and pick up a book. He sat down and began to read.

    What the fuck?! She would have frowned if she could.

    He didn’t speak to her and she wasn’t going to wait forever.

    Eventually, her eyes grew heavy and she was out cold again…

 

    Raven raced across the grassy yard, heading to the familiar white wooden fence that lined the property. The grass was drying out in places because of the drought or at least that’s what Dad would say. She could hear the little girl behind her giggling as she clumsily followed. She let out a giggle herself and stopped for a second to let the girl catch up. Then she took off and heard the girl shriek with laughter behind her. She ran straight for the fence and pretended to hit it, falling back onto the grass heavily and closing her eyes.

    She heard the little footsteps rushing to her; the laughter had stopped.

    “Ray?” she squeaked and her soft, small hands touched her face.

    “AH!” Raven suddenly reached up and pulled the little girl into a bear hug, making her shriek in surprise. She buried her face into the little neck and blew a wet raspberry as the tiny creature struggled in her arms.

    “EW!” she cried out giggling.

    Raven laughed with her and held her until they finally relaxed.

    “You’re silly,” Anise giggled.

    Raven laid back down to stare up at the cloudy sky. It was probably going to rain soon and she hoped so. The grass needed it.

    “Excuse me,”

    Raven bolted back up as her eyes landed on a pair of strangers just outside the fence. She quickly grabbed Anise and held her hand but didn’t answer them.

    “Is there a Ms. Grace here?” the man continued; his voice friendly.

    “Uh, do you mean Mrs.?” Raven asked in a small voice.

    “Not to us,” the man’s voice had hardened before his expression relaxed again. His grey eyes had flashed but were back to normal as he examined her hair. “You’re her daughter, aren’t you?”

    “Both—” Anise began but Raven was already moving backward toward the house shouting,

    “DAD!”

    A woman with long black hair was the first out of the house and at Raven’s side before their father finally came outside, gripping a serrated hunting knife. Raven felt her mother’s gentle hand on her back, edging her softly toward the house.

    “Take your sister inside, darling,” she instructed calmly, her eyes on the men.

    Raven nodded and continued to the house, gripping her sister’s hand.

    “Don’t turn back,” her father muttered to her as he passed to stand beside his wife.

    Raven kept her eyes forward but could feel Anise struggling to turn. Inwardly, she struggled not to turn around too. She wondered about the men and why they were there. How could eyes do that? Did she imagine it? What did he mean mom wasn’t a Mrs.? She’s married!

    That’s how that works, right?

    Raven took quicker steps and stopped only when she felt her hold on Anise slip a little. She turned back to see that Anise had fallen to her knees. Quickly helping her back up, Raven continued pulling her along. She made it into the house before she heard her father harshly speak to the men. She pushed Anise back so she could shut the door, blocking out any further sounds.

    Should I lock the door? She wondered, staring at it.

    “Ow,” Anise whimpered behind her with a sob. “Eww… red…”

    Raven spun around and saw the red pouring out of Anise’s knee.

    With a gasp, she grabbed her sister and took her to the nearest bathroom by the stairs. She sat her on the unopened toilet lid and dove under the sink for the first aid. She began trying to dress the wound but the blood wouldn’t stop.

    Raven pressed onto the wound with a fresh gauze as she undid her small tennis shoe. She tore off the sock that had soaked up a lot of the blood. She heard Anise whimper and froze.

    “Ow!” she whined and reached down to where she was pressing.

    “Sorry, too hard?” Raven asked and looked at her hand with a gasp. The gauze was soaked through already.

    Raven looked back up into Anise’s face to see her eyes a little droopy and her skin a little paler. She didn’t know what to do. Tears welled up and made the blood shimmer like rubies.

    “Mom! Dad!” she screamed when she heard the door to the yard close.

    Their footsteps came rushing and she looked up into their blurry faces.

    “Anise? Honey?” their mom rushed in and crouched in front of her while Raven moved out of the way. “We have to go to the hospital. She’s lost a lot of blood already,” she said after a second.

    Raven stepped out of the bathroom as her father wrapped a long bandage tightly around Anise’s thigh just above her knee.

    Then the three of them were rushing out of the house to the car and speeding to the hospital.

    After the doctors took Anise and they were sitting around the waiting room, Raven watched her father walk up to her.

    “How did she get hurt?” her father demanded; his equally green eyes trained on her.

    “We were walking to the house and she fell,” Raven answered softly.

    “We’ve told you to be careful with her,” he continued with a huff. “You can’t be so rough. She’s only two.”

    “I didn’t mean to…” Raven felt a tear escape and reached up to brush it when she saw the blood on her palms.

    “We have to let the doctors do what they can,” her mother sighed, walking to them from speaking to the nurses.

    He turned to her now. “I told you something like this would happen.”

    She faced him and met his frown. “Yes, we knew the possibility and I regret nothing. You’ve lived a long life and so will they. Raven’s almost six and healthy,” she reached up and cupped his cheek. “I love you… and your imperfections.”

    With a deep breath, her father’s expression relaxed and he turned his head to kiss her mother’s palm. Then he sat down next to Raven with a sigh.

    “C’mon, honey,” her mother reached for her. “Let’s give your father some space and we’ll wash your hands.”

    Raven followed her mother.

 

    “Raven?”

    Raven forced her consciousness back and eyed the dimmed room until she noticed the behemoth half-shadow standing beside her.

    “How are you feeling today?” he asked.

    “It’s morning?” Raven asked, her voice stronger than before.

    “Around eleven,” he nodded. “Can you move?”

    Raven tested this by moving her arm out to the side, bumping into the phones that hadn’t been moved. She brought her arm back in and raised it to look at her palm as she fisted her hand. “I’m better than before.”

    Isaac smirked. “You’re not throwing punches yet but it’s a start.”

    Raven eyed him as she schooled her expression a little, remembering her promise to answer his questions. She wiggled her legs a bit before bringing her elbows back to lift herself a bit. She scooted herself back to sit against the pillow behind her and relaxed with a sigh. “Thanks for keeping an eye on me while I was… out.”

    He nodded before he shifted slightly. “You think you can stomach some food?”

    Raven thought of food and felt her body’s reactions to the idea; her belly rumbling. “I think I can manage.”

    “I’ll bring you something,” Isaac promised and paused by the door. “And I’ve been thinking over what you said. You’re right. I’ll trust you to go out and do what you need to. In turn, I hope you’ll trust me enough to be honest with your answers later.”

    Raven met his eyes when he turned back to her. She still couldn’t believe someone would have golden eyes; even vampires. “This is only a temporary arrangement. If this treatment works, I’m leaving and would prefer to have some things kept secret. I promise to answer what I can, honestly.”

    He didn’t reply as he left the room.

    What questions is he going to ask me? What the hell could he want to know? I’m not here to make friends, she wondered.