4 CHAPTER FOUR

Emery & Marcus' P.O.V

I regained conscious enough to open my eyes weakly and noticed that I was no longer in the wreckage. I still heard the same familiar voices that had gotten me out of there instead of leaving me there to die. "Where....." I heard my own voice, raspy and raw from thirst. I saw the girl with the silver like hair turn and then look at the man standing on the opposite side of the room, slowly I turned my head carefully so that I wouldn't cause any dizziness, to look at the man standing next to me. I wasn't in the hospital like I thought I would be but took in what my vision could see. Wooden walls, a side table that had flowers on the top, and the feeling of being on a table which felt metal beneath my fingertips. 

"Don't move," I heard the man's voice said in a demanding tone. I was too weak to argue. "You were hurt pretty badly in the crash." He pointed out as he directed my attention to the pole that stuck out of my side. Oddly enough it wasn't causing me any pain. 

"Did you...." I began and before I could finish my sentences he nodded his answer. I turned my head again to peer at the woman. She had tied it back into a ponytail giving off her features. She had a round face with a nice nose and dimples that was clear on her cheeks. She was beautiful. Although I can't say the same for me at the moment. I was covered in blood from the accident and it was obvious that it was all mine. Of course I couldn't wait to get out of them and into fresh clothes. I tried to take in more of my surroundings but my vision was getting the better of me and I instantly passed out again.

*Marcus

I glided down the stairs that lead to the cellar. It had that musky smell to it that made me cringe but it was where we resided during the day to avoid the sun and its' deadly rays.  Apart of me wished that there was a special ointment that allowed us to go out during the day without bursting into flame and ash but I knew that there wasn't such a thing unless I dared to tread down the path of science and even then I was too terrified to even think about that. In some part of my brain I was sort of traumatized from an experience that I hardly even remembered. I kept that part of myself a secret. A lab rat for the scientists to experiment on and was never allowed to escape. But I did by some miracle. I escaped and I am NEVER going back. Unless I had too. The thought was there but I brushed it aside to focus on the situation at hand. The girl. The one that had been in that car accident and was covered in blood and on her deathbed. Just waiting to be saved. I found my voice. "How is she?"

Nora looked up from where she was attending the vials that sat next to the girl's arm and responded. "Barely holding on." She reached to move the girl's brown hair from her face and continued. "Did everything turn out alright with the visitors?"

I mustered a sigh. "Yes," I rubbed my brow. "Being nosy as usual."

"When are they never." Blake said with stark amusement and I heard him give a light chuckle as he then asked. "Are we set for the procedure?"

 I could only nod my answer as I went over to the table where the girl was lying. "Does she have a name?"

"Emery," Nora responded lightly. "I am afraid that she may not have much longer." At that her tone seemed to crack as though she was about to cry and Blake noticed the tension that was radiating from her and tried in his best interest to comfort her by wrapping his arms around her shoulders as she fought back a set of tears. "I'm sorry that I seem emotional." 

"No it's fine." I said as a waved our attention to Emery.

"Right." Nora said as they went back to the table to begin the change.