Nusac

Chapter 4

Faith’s POV

A few days later I manage to walk. I feel fine but this girl doesn’t seem to want to let me do anything myself. I am a slayer. I heal fast. She gave me a dirty look when I came walking to what I can only describe as a living room this morning. In the middle of the room is a quite large wooden table. I suppose what could be called a cooker is in the corner of the room. Even if I feel like I’m in the Stone Age there is some home comforts.

All I can think is I’m going to miss TV.

The house or rather hut is also made of wood. And very dimly let. I think windows would have been difficult to put into this, but there are several candles littered around the room.

At the moment I’m sitting at the table and a bowl is placed in front of me. “Eat.” It’s all she says. At least I know a couple of words. I take a spoon full and realise I don’t even know this girls name. I mean she’s patched me up and feed me and now I’m fighting fit. Literally.

How do I even begin asking her name? I don’t understand the language. There has to be some way I can just ask who she is. She’s sitting at the other end of the table. What kind of hand movements could possibly be ‘hey what’s your name?”

I suppose I could always just tell her my name. “I’m Faith.” She looks at me not understanding. I put my spoon down hoping that I haven’t offended her. I point to myself. “Faith.” I use both of my hands to try and show that Faith is me. “I’m Faith.” I point at her. Trying to ask who she is. I’m getting that confused look. Try this again. I point at myself again. “My name Faith.” I put some emphasis on the word ‘name’ hoping that she can figure out what it means. “What’s your name?”

A look of understanding passes over her face. She point to her self “Namine.”

I smile at this. I’m communicating. I hold my hand out to be shaken. “Nice to meet you.” Just because she doesn’t understand me doesn’t mean that I can’t be nice. She holds her hand out and I take her hand in mine and shake it.

She’s got this amused smile on her face. What did I do wrong? She takes my hand and moves herself forward wrapping her fingers around my arm just above my wrist. I do the same. Well I would have to say a lot of things are different here. I assume that would be a handshake.

Now all I need to do is say ‘thanks for patching me up’ and ‘do you happen to know of any portals to earth?’

At her smile we both go back to eating in silence. I hate silence. I’ve always hated silence. What can I do? I’ve asked her name. What else can I ask with nothing but hand signals? Nothing comes to mind even if I could speak her language. Nothing apart from ‘the mush in the bowl is pretty good’ or ‘why are you letting me stay here?’

Someone comes rushing into the hut not bothering to knock on the wooden door. She just comes barging in. Polite people here aren’t they? They start talking really fast. Why is every language that isn’t English sounds fast?

Namine looks over at me at something the other woman says. Why did she look at me like that? Suddenly not feeling so comfortable. She turns back to the other woman and says something else and goes over to the shelf, which is littered with books up the ceiling. She takes a moment to pick one and starts to leaf through the pages.

She puts the open book on the table for me to look at. “lamia.” That sounds important.

I look down at the book just the pictures. I can’t even understand the language when I hear it never mind when I read it. The picture in question that she is pointing at is split into two. On the left hand side shows a picture of a normal man. No problems there if you ask me. But to the right it shows the same man with bumps running over the bridge of his nose and small fangs poking out from under his top lip. “Vampire.” I whisper almost to myself.

With that Namine gets up out of her seat and runs to another book on the enormous pile. She places it on the table and sits in front of it, this time it doesn’t look like she wants me to look, not that she doesn’t want me to look just that this time the book is for her and not me.

I glance over anyway and see a lot of writing, cant understand any of it but I can see a lot of it. I see a section that looks like bullet points or something she is paying due attention to this and then goes running around her ‘kitchen’ looking through cupboards. She finds a small vile of what looks like tar or something she says something to the other woman then motions in a sort of sit down way which I can only imagine means for me to stay… no chance love, aint usually my style but she saved my life so I reckon I owe it to her to keep her sort of safe whilst I’m here right?

Do not look at me like that. I am not going soft.

I wait for a second until I follow Namine out of the house; I try to keep a few steps back so she doesn’t notice me. What struck me as I stepped outside was that she was going after a vampire but it was broad daylight, hardly a cloud in the bright blue sky.

I follow until we arrive in the woods, made me kind of feel better to know that some things don’t change even in a different dimension. All that needed to happen now was that we would arrive at an abandoned warehouse.

I watch Namine as she walks into a small clearing obviously on edge, she looks around nervously. I stay behind a large tree, I think it’s an oak but I’m not sure.

Namine jumps slightly as a vampire approaches, I cant understand what he is saying but I can guess, he’s circling her slightly but isn’t too close… this is usually the part when the vamp decides to make a huge monologue… stuff like “little girls like you shouldn’t be out in the woods alone” or “you better run, it makes it more fun for me”.

But then Namine starts talking back, the look on her face is stern I know that look… that’s the look B usually gives the vamps before she dusts them.

“Adveho in tunc pupa.” The vamp says before lunging towards Namine. I’ve gotta hand it to her the move was smooth, all she did was wait for the last second then jumped out of the way so the vamp landed face first on the floor. He must be a fledgling.

Namine laughs at the vamp as he gets up, I guess some things are the same in any language. The vamp sort of hisses at her like a pissed off cat then he circles again. Bastard is making me go dizzy.

Namine reaches into the pocket on her long brown skirt and pulls out the vile of black tar stuff that she got from her kitchen earlier.

“Volo ut peto abyssus?” Namine says, it seemed like a question because she sort of cocked her head slightly as she said it then she smiled and threw the vile. It shattered on the vamps chest. He looks down at it and laughs. I guess it didn’t do what it was meant to.

But then Namine looked up and said loud and clear. “Ego orator vos per vox incendia!” and the vamp burst into flames. Cool!

More vampires step out of the darkness of the trees. Only two of them but I only saw her take one vile with her. I look up the tree I’m currently hiding behind and find a small branch. Perfect. So I snap it off.

The noise of the break brings all eyes to where I am with my make shift stake in my hand.

The male vampire of the two looks at my hand pointing and begins to laugh. Why is he not scared of the stake? It is one of the few things that can kill you. Be scared you bastard.

He pushes Namine to his friend, who holds her across her chest. The other woman has already run off in fear. And this one couldn’t have done that?

I shake my head. Even if stakes don’t kill vampires in this world it’s going to hurt like hell when I push it through his chest.

He begins to try and circle me. Why do they all do that? What’s wrong with a little quipping followed by a good lot of violence? He’s not going to circle me. He is officially he pray in this little fight and I’m not going to let him think any different. So I begin to follow his steps in his circle. By the look on his face he doesn’t like that. So he lunges.

I use his momentum to throw him against a near by tree. It takes him a few seconds to register what has happened. Somehow I don’t think they have heard of a slayer. I take advantage of his surprise and as he gets up I smash my fist into his face. Back on the floor again.

He doesn’t take so long to recover this time and tries to attack me. He brings his foot up into my gut. Right into my newly healed wound. I double over in pain as I feel the tender skin split and it starts to bleed again.

He’s laughing at me. It would probably be better for him if that sounded different in this world.

He comes at me again thinking he’s got the upper hand. Hey a newly healed wound didn’t stop me from attacking B not going to stop me attacking him. I catch his arm before it can connect to any part of my body I turn slightly pushing my shoulder into his chest. My arm, twists at my elbow and my fist smashes against his nose breaking it. I tend to do that a lot.

He’s holding his nose and shouting at me in that language. It doesn’t take a lot of imagination to know what he’s saying.

I use the time he’s taking to hold his nose to push my makeshift stake through his chest into his un-beating heart. All I can say is that the stake does work and he is now blowing in the wind.

I turn to the female vampire who is holding my new friend. She takes one look at me drops Namine and runs off into the trees.

I would go after her if I didn’t think I was losing too much blood right about now. My knees buckle and I fall to the ground gripping my wound.