Nusac

A/N Sorry for that little tecnical hicup hopefully i have sorted the problem out now i think i put a code in which i shouldn't have done may bad. Anyway here is the 5th instalment of Nusac

Chapter 5
Faiths POV

I wake up a while later, its dark now so I guess I have been out for a few hours, I am bandaged up again and on the bed.

Namine walks through to the bedroom and smiles at me. She puts the large plate she was holding onto what I can only describe as a makeshift bedside table. Her chocolate brown eyes meet mine as she says “morsus?”

I give her a look, which I hope she can interpret as I have no idea what she said. She screws up her face and holds her stomach “morsus?”

“Eat?” I ask. She shakes her head at me and again holds her stomach and screws up her face. She then makes a noise, which can only mean pain. Okay so she is asking me if it hurts. I nod and make the same gesture back at her.

She then sits down on the bed and looks down at the bandage on my stomach. “Ego animadverto?” She says as she moves her hand towards the wound. She pulls my tank top up slightly so that she can get to the bandage, she then un tucks the material and begins unwrapping the bandage.

I wince slightly as a part of the material sticks to my wound. She looks me in the eyes as I jump and says “rumex”.

She wrinkles her nose slightly and tucks a stray lock of her dark dirty blonde hair behind her ear so she can take a closer look. Namine looks at me and manages a weak smile… why do I have a feeling that what she is going to do is gonna hurt.

She looks at me and takes a deep breath using her hands to exaggerate the gesture then looks at me expectantly. So I guess I better do that then. I take the deep breath and as I do Namine pushes down on the barely healed wound and chants something I can’t hear.

I hold the breath I look away until she finishes what she was doing. Pain shoots up my side from the pressure. She takes her hands off my stomach and looks at them; they are red with some of my blood but also look as if they have been burnt slightly. She gets up and walks over to a basin on the floor and soaks her hands in there for what must be about ten minutes.

And that is when I realise that my stomach doesn’t hurt anymore, I look down and all I can see is an angry looking scar where the demon skewered me. I get up off the bed and walk over to Namine. I take her arm to look at her hands.

She looks up at me and gives me a large smile and points to my stomach; obviously she is pleased that what she did worked. Looking closer at her hands they don’t appear to be burnt but are dry and cracked. I have a nasty feeling that if she hadn’t of socked them in whatever is in the bowl she wouldn’t be able to do anything for at least a week with the burns that were there.

The magic aspect of this I really don’t understand. I don’t know why I can stand or why the pain is gone. What I do understand is this girl went through her own pain to help me heal. At that means a lot.

I help her up off the floor and only just notice that she is only an inch or so smaller than me, every time I’ve seen her I’ve been sitting or lying down I thought she was shorter than that.

“Eat?” She asks.

“Hell yeah!” I say nodding. And with that we go to the kitchen.

“Nemus.”

I raise my eyebrows. “What?”

“Incendia” I give her another look. She tries again. “ignis” again another look from me. “flamma.”

“Flame? Fire?” I ask… I point to where the fire she used to boil water on was yesterday. How many words for fire could there be?

She hands me a sharp looking axe. Ooh firewood! I nod and walk out of the door towards the woods.

I can do this. I mean I can chop a demon into teeny tiny little pieces. How hard can it be for a stationary tree?

I swing the axe and hit the bottom of the tree, chop, chop, chop… it is a kinda satisfying noise. I look around and see no one I make the last chop and shout something so corny it makes me cringe. “Timbeeeeeerrrrrrr!”

Okay so I got a big tree, now what do I do? I chop the branches off the tree, saving the larger ones also for firewood.

So now I’ve got some huge log type things, think they’re a little bit big to fit in Namine’s fire. I’ve seen this in the films they put the big bit of wood on a tree stump then chop it long ways in two right?

I place one of the logs vertically on the stump… it promptly falls over. I put it back up and it falls off again. Stupid wood. Okay this is not working. I place the wood back on the stump and hold it still with my left hand and raise my right and the axe to chop it. I let go of the log a split second before the axe hits.

And I am left with a very weird looking splintered piece of wood… that is so not how it meant to look.

An hour or so later and I have finally got the hang of it, yay for me. All the broken pieces I can’t use I still keep, will make good stakes by the look of it. Wow I’m resourceful.

“Faith.” I turn around and see Namine looking at me laughing; I hope she hasn’t been there very long. She looks down at the wood and picks some up then motions for me to follow her back to the house… hut… whatever.

She then shows me how to make a fire. Well while I’m here I might as well. Fire is a big deal in any place you need it to cook and keep warm. She takes out two large stones and begins to strike them together. Each tie she does a spark comes off them. She does this until the small about of hay she lay down on top of the logs catches fire and blows lightly on them till she has a high enough flame to begin to cook.

My god this woman can cook, I mean I wouldn’t have a clue what the hell to do with all this raw shit…I can just about programme the microwave to make hot pockets.

We sit at the table for a while drinking what I guess is some sort of wine. Namine rises out of her chair and throws another log on the fire in the corner then sits down on a makeshift cushion in front of it and pats the floor beside her for me to come and join her.

Once I have sat down Namine gets up and walks to her bedroom. Okay what was that all about? My question is answered a minute or so later when she comes back in with some clothes, cant see exactly what they are but they’re in dark colours which is a plus.

Namine sits down and points to my torn jeans, damn horse. It shouldn’t have thrown me off. With that Namine holds up some sort of long skirt thing.

“I am not wearing that shit!” I say, she gives me a look so I shake my head and point to the skirt. “No skirt… pants!” I point to my jeans.

Namine throws the skirt aside and shows me another one, no chance love. Again with a shake of my head she throws the skirt aside. She then holds up some shorts, yeah shorts I guess if she aint got no pants then shorts are the next best thing right? They’re an earthy brown colour, which I guess is okay.

I take the shorts and then she shows me something else, it is some sort of corset type top, it’s a green/brown sort of like khaki green. It’s pretty plain which suits me fine so I take the top off Namine. She smiles at me and points at the bedroom door. I guess she wants me to try them on right?

Well she doesn’t stop me on my way to the door so I assume I’m right. It doesn’t take me long to get changed. I feel like an idiot. I look down at myself and can’t actually see very far down. “Hello ladies.” Wow could get used to this.

When I go back in to sit by the fire I think Namine’s eyes actually popped out. Yeah I look hot.

Right now communication wouldn’t actually be a bad thing. So I go ahead and pick something up. Great a bowl. Having that in my vocab will make for riveting conversation. Gotta start somewhere.

So I hold it up for Namine to see. “What’s this?” She raises her eyebrow so high I think it’s going to go right ahead and shoot off the top of her head. “What do you call it?” This is so frustrating.

I throw it away from me. I’ve never had much patience. I run my hands through my hair trying to figure out how I can ask these things.

She takes the bowl up from the floor and holds it in front of her. “Is est a scaphium .”

I snap my head round. “What?”

“Is est a scaphium.” She repeats. “Scaphium.”

She hands it over to me and I take it trying to repeat the word. “scaphium.” She smiles at me. Look at me I can say eat and bowl. All things to do with my stomach. Sounds about right.

I point over to the table. “And that?”

“Traba.” She answers.

I try to wrap my mouth around the word. “Traba”

She smiles and nods at me. We continue like this for the next hour. Eventually I ran out of things to point at. Well this girl is smart so she took a burnt log out of the fire and used it after it had cooled down to draw on the stone flooring. She would use the picture to tell me the word in whatever the language we were using.

After about an hour I manage to lean enough words to have a conversation. Not much of a conversation but more than the silence, which was driving me wild.

The front door of the hut creaks open. I may have forgotten to mention that that particular door is wooden with hinges and everything. My bad. So anyway it creaks slowly open. I expect someone to come rushing in needed help from some demon or something. But nothing. I get up to investigate. Can vampires enter without an invite here? I should really ask that. Well when I have the words to anyway.

I slowly open the door to find an extremely long face looking back at me. Munching on grass. It’s that dammed horse again.

I take the rains and push him backwards to I can get out of the door. It really is a beautiful animal. He’s the deepest brown you will ever see. So much so that I would have said he was black from a distance. A single white streak runs from his forehead down to his nose.

His coat shines in the morning sun. I run the palm of my hand down his long neck and he lifts his head slightly. Does that mean a good thing? Why not do it again? This time he nudges me with his nose.

“I think he likes you.” Namine says as she comes out of the hut. I still can’t believe I can understand her.

“Yeah.” I answer still loving the feel of the silky soft coat of fur.

Maybe I should call him Xander. I rode him to the gallop once. I look down under the horse. Opps not a he… my bad. So not Xander. Something else something little more female, and possibly a little less English.

It doesn’t take me long just have to think back to one of the all-time best games I think I have ever played. Final fantasy VII ”Aeris” I like it already.