The Akari watched the two warily as they left. New revelation: wolves are fucking bad. Plus she was having some sort of reaction to the saliva in her arm, which was now turning a sickly shade. Storm glared at their disappearing forms, retreating into the forest as though nothing happened. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a familiar memory with a motherly voice: "pride comes before the downfall".
With a groan, Storm dug into her energy reserve. Her wounds burned like fire as she half flew, half climbed up the side of the lighthouse. After what seemed like hours, the Akari collapsed on the roof for the second time since she found the accursed place. She glanced glumly at the moon.
"Fuck you," she muttered angrily, to no one in particular, as she reverted back to her human form, frail and bleeding. Using a small amount of energy, Storm sealed the gaping flesh in her arm. The infection, however, remained, creating a sickly shade of green in her skin and causing her weariness to nearly double.
\'Stupid unreliable vampire...\' She didn\'t have the desire to heal up the wounds elsewhere on her body. The girl let sank into herself, waiting still.
God, she hated waiting.