I had to do something...

Looking down at Victoria, and trying my hardest not to look at the cut on her head, I took a deep breath to clear my head.

Is she breathing? Come on, please breathe...

I lent over her and watched closely. Her chest rose and fell irregularly, but she was breathing.

Thank God for that...

But, she was still unconscious and I was now stranded fuck knows where with no way of getting help. I looked up and saw the church that the graveyard belonged to.

It was stone-built, with a wooden cover over the arch that covered the doorway. Its slate roof glistened in the sunlight thanks to the recent rain, but a small light caught my eye from one of the downstairs windows. There was somebody inside.

Jumping up I hesitated, I didn't want to just leave Victoria lying there, but I knew that I had to get help. I had to do something.

"I'll be back," I promised before running full pelt towards the church.

Ducking under the archway I banged on the heavy wooden door to the church. I just hoped that whoever was inside could help.

Thanks to my heightened hearing, I heard the footsteps coming in response to my knocks on the door.

I had never felt so bloody relieved.

The door creaked open to reveal a middle-aged woman, still in her priest robes. Her short blonde hair swept out of her eyes as she took me in.

"I need your help." I said breathlessly "My friend, she..."

To be fair to her, I probably looked and sounded like a fucking lunatic, but she just stepped outside and took my hand.

"It's okay." She said, her thick Scottish accent sounding soothing despite the situation "Lead the way."

So I did. I led the priest towards the gravestone where I had left Victoria.

I really hope she's not...

No. Don't think like that. Don't be a fucking idiot. She'll be fine. Victoria's strong. A lot stronger than me...

"She's over here."

The priest saw Victoria and immediately ran and bent down next to her.

"She's breathing still, but that cut is not looking good. She should be okay to move though, do you think you could lift her?"

I nodded and bent down next to Victoria. I slid my arms underneath her and lifted her up. I was surprised by how light Victoria felt in my arms. I could probably have lifted her normally, but the extra strength that being a werewolf gave me made it so much easier.

"Let's go."

The priest led our way back to the church, helping me to duck under the archway and get inside the door.

Inside the church was absolutely massive. The contrasting stone walls and long wooden pews were speckled by the light shining in through the large stained glass windows high above the altar. I caught glimpses of angels and flowing robes before the priest led me through a side door.

I had to duck and try not to hit Victoria's head as I squeezed through the small wooden arch into a small but comfortable sitting room where a log fire was burning merrily in the far corner.

"I'm sure your friend will be comfortable on the sofa." The priest said indicating two green leather sofas.

After laying Victoria on one of the sofas I took a cushion from the other and placed it under her head.

"I'll get a bandage and some steriliser for that wound. Sit down, please."

I sat down on the other sofa and ran my hands through my hair as the priest disappeared out through a small archway.

Damn it, I really have to get it cut soon...

And there I go again... trying to take my mind away from having to think about what was going on. My eyes went straight to Victoria then. Laying on her back, her arms crossed over her chest and her fiery red hair sprawled underneath her.

I don't know what to do...

God, I was trying so bloody hard to keep it all together. Something had gone wrong with the spell, that much was clear, but what the fuck could affect magic like that?

The only thing that came to mind was that perhaps another magic-user had managed to disrupt the spell as we travelled... but then again, I knew fuck all about magic.

"I found what we needed."

The priest came back in, a bandage in one hand and a bottle of steriliser in the other. I watched as she sterilised the cut on Victoria's head and wrapped it up.

"So, how come you're all the way out here?" She asked "We don't get many strangers. Your probably the only people to pass through in months who don't actually live in these parts."

"We, uh, we were travelling." I replied, "And then..."

"You got caught up in the storm?"

"The... storm?" I asked confused.

"Sorry." the priest said as she sat herself down next to me "I'm asking you a lot of questions, and... I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Reverend Ashley McCain."

"Alec Colby." I smiled weakly "And that's Victoria."

"Girlfriend?"

"Oh, no. We're just friends." I said, feeling myself blushing all over.

"I see." Ashley said "Well, I think she'll be just fine. The cut wasn't as deep as I feared, and now it's sterile there shouldn't be any infection."

"Thank you, for everything."

"It's no problem. It wouldn't be very Christian of me to turn you away, now would it? I can offer you the sofa, you look like you need a decent rest."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, at least until your friend is back on her feet, eh?" Ashley said patting me on the leg as she got up "Get some sleep, Alec."

Ashley then left the room, and I laid down on the sofa, looking over at Victoria, not wanting to take my eyes off her. Not for anything.

I'm not sure how long I laid there looking at her, but at some point, I must have fallen asleep as I jolted awake to hear the same laughter as I did in the paper shop and the chemist coming from the archway where Ashley had headed.

What the fuck?

Sitting up I looked at Victoria, who was still unconscious, but then the laughter got louder and I heard a voice that I immediately recognised. It sent; the voice of Mr Gray.

"So, he has no idea what you are?"

"He does not, Mr Grey." I heard Ashley's voice reply.

"Good. Make sure it stays that way. Me and M will be with you soon."

I could hear my heart beating loud in my chest. Mr Gray was coming here and I knew exactly why. He was coming after me, after my soul.