Her once tight grip began to loosen, so much in fact War began to think she’d of gotten comfortable with his hold on her. That is till the rushing air slammed the distinctive smell of sweet blood into his nose. His eyes snapped her to her small frame.

War’s feet hit the ground, both knees bend a bit to give the shockwaves less impact. His eyes still upon the small child, as the single arrow had somehow managed to slip through his cloak and into her side. The white satin gown she wore now stained with innocent blood. He began to shake with anger.

Yes, he was taking a powerful mans child, in hopes of teaching him a valuable lesson. However, that never meant he was going to allow the child to come to harm. Had he not placed her where he had, that arrow would of pushed into the softer placement of his armor. In a both gratitude and remorse War was going to give her something irreplaceable.

But first he needed to get them both out of harms way. With little effort War scaled one of the high walls meant to keep outsiders out and the people within them safe. Safe from beings like himself. The tips of his ears burned with the knowledge of mounted guards soon to be hot on their heels.

At the sound of him, his horse lifted a tired head. Snorting out he waited to be mounted. The signal from War, a long drawn out hiss sent the horse into a full on gallop. Cradling her tight enough to keep the horses movements from further agitating the impaled arrow, War urged his mount to push hard on.

The faster they were out of sight of that kingdom the sooner he could properly remove the arrow, and save her life from fading into a distant memory. seconds flew by as the horse pushed on, making head way as he did. A different route was taken every time, as to not allow the guards to track their whereabouts. All of his kind new of this, and followed it to a letter. A steady heartbeat from the child was fading, causing War’s heels to dig a bit harder into his horse.

Her mouth was parted just enough that he could smell the her supper, eyes closed while lashes fluttered like little butterfly wings.  Rounding a wide bend War picked her body up when the horse tucked front feet to belly before clearing a fallen tree. She didn’t stir, it both worried and interested War. So much he almost didn’t notice the manner in which he resided in.

Members of the small group that had ventured with him had already returned, their eyes widen in relief and shock to his newest addition. Sliding off his horse a teenage boy ran over taking the reins as War briskly walked through the doorway. A slightly heavy set woman was busy her hands covered in flour when she watched War walk in.

“What in heavens name, War?” Her eyes lifted from the child to him, his eyes shifted from a blue to an almost ebony.

“Later, I need to see to her first” With that his heels turned down another hallway.  

Watching him leave the woman turned to find a group peering after him. She rolled her eyes waving her hands while shooing them away.

“Out with yea, you have chores i'm sure.” They all groaned disappearing from once they came. She looked over her shoulder back down the way that lead to War’s chambers, only gods knew what that man was doing with a child. A female child at that.

Kicking his chamber door closed he rushed the girl to his bed laying her down gently. Flinging the cloak to a chair, his movements picked up while grabbing a few necessary items. Setting a bowl on a small table he filled it with crystal clear water, dropping in a few herbs allowing them to soak the water.

Pulling a long blade from his outer thigh he carefully ripped her gown where the arrow pierced. Blood covered his hands, some smearing the bedding. Looking the wound over War huffed. Pushing the arrow all the way through would most definitely kill her. He would have to cut a bit of her flesh to allow the back tips room to return out.

Dipping the blades tip into her skin caused him to cringe, like butter to a hot blade her skin seemed to part vastly. The softest of a whine passed broken lips, while the streak of one tear dropped to his pillow. Something about that stung him. With as much gentleness as he could muster, War removed the arrow dropping it to the floor.

Turning to the filled bowl, he ripped a few pieces of cloth dabbing them in before ringing them out. pressing each one to her wound he watched as she shifted to put space between her and the newly cold sensation.

When one would turn a pinkish he swapped it out for another, after three goes War checked her wound. It was clean as it could be, and he was satisfied it wouldn’t get infected. However that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to live. Too much blood had been spilled, her body too small to have such a lose.

He had the whole ride from her kingdom to his manor in which to think his choices over. Some would of allowed her to be as is, saying if she died it was the rightful thing seeing as how so many of his kind had befallen her fathers. However, War didn’t see the need in a child paying for the sins of her father. She had a heart, a soul and a mind of her own. It was very possible she could and would turn out better than her own father, perhaps with a bit of eye opening.

With a mind set in stone, War took a deep breath when his door knocked. Glaring at it, he called for the party to enter. The same woman walked in holding what looked to be fresh clothes.

“Don’t give me that look, she will be frightened enough being in a strange place nevermind covered in her own blood.”Gliding to the bedside, the woman looked the child over. With a twisted brow she turned to look up at War.

“Your planning on changing her?” He looked away, taking a view to the window closest to him. The woman huffed knowing the answer.

“Just make sure you're not biting off more than you can chew.” With a pat to his shoulder, she blocked his view of the child as the blood soaked gown was tossed to the fireplace. Placing the clean on over her head, she set the child gently back down.

“I leave her to you know” With that she walked out closing the door behind her. Watching as she left War snorted, dragging a hand down his face. He turned to the child. A dark halo of curls framed her face, giving her a dark heavenly look.

Placing a bandage over her wound he sighed. Without stalling anymore, War bent down tugging part of her collar away from the soft nect tissue.

Two pairs of fangs pushed out on either side of his jaw, one eye watched her as he grew closer. Haunted by things he never spoke of, he hoped her a better vision of what she would become. Dragging his tongue over her neck muscles, she twitched in an almost shiverish way. Once her neck was exposed his fangs pushed into her making four perfectly beads of blood push around them.