"I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons." {Christopher Poindexter}


11. E I G H T

Copyright © 2014 Izzy S. 


Elsah woke up to the sound of Harry's voice, and a gentle shaking of her shoulder. 



"Els? Elsah, wake up, babe." Harry's voice was soft. 



After Louis had left, Harry had gotten up and taken a shower in the small bathroom of the apartment. He felt so much better, so refreshed after Louis had injected him with the Half's blood. There were no more cold sweats, no more chills, and no more fever.



All gone, at the cost of the half-angel's blood. 



A soft moan escapes Elsah's lips as she flutters her lids, open, and slowly comes to consciousness. Her body was weak, no doubt, and she felt tired. Exhausted. Spent. 



She knew that she shouldn't have given up more blood, but what else could she have done? She was losing it much too quickly, not quick enough for her body to make more in time to replace the blood lost. But Harry seemed to be at the edge of life or death, so there was no choice. 



"Harry? How do you feel?" 



He sat on his knees, beside the couch where she lay. "Elsah? I'm fine. I should be asking you. Are you okay?"



She nodded slowly, sitting up. But as she did so, she felt light headed, and dizzy, so she brought up a hand to her forehead. 



"I went out and bought some orange juice and little salt crackers after Louis left." Harry spoke gently.



"You didn't have to." She looked up into his eyes, crinkled by the soft smile he wore on his lips. There were slight dents underneath his cheekbones - dimples. Although Elsah didn't say anything, she had the urge to run her fingers across his cheek, to be able to feel the dimples underneath her fingertips. 



"Would you like to eat them here, or on the table?" Harry sounds unsure, and then stands up. "Why was I asking? I'll just bring them here. Of course. Don't move."



He brings back a full glass of orange juice, and small package of the salt crackers. Elsah immediately sits up, moving her legs over the side of the couch so that Harry could sit down next to her.



He handed her the glass of orange juice, placed the packaged crackers in her lap, and plopped down on the couch next to her. Just as she thanked him, he bent down, reached over, grabbing her legs boldly, and then set them across his lap. "You should rest."



Blood rushed to her cheeks at the attractive man's bold move, and touch, and she instantly tried to pull her legs away, but Harry wouldn't have that as he set an arm down across her legs. "Elsah, just drink the orange juice. I don't mind."



Elsah opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She didn't know why she didn't want to move her legs off from across his lap, but she knew that she should. 



But he flashed her a flirtatious smile as he relaxed back into the couch, his arm settled across Elsah's legs on his lap, and nodded. "It's okay, I don't bite."



Elsah shakes her head, letting out a small laugh. "Alright."



"Now drink that orange juice, or I will bite." He jokes, and looks back at her. Elsah had an unnatural beauty to her, something so perfect and so inhuman. Her hair, which was a pale platinum color except for the lilac tips on the bottom, was tied back in a ponytail, up and out of her way. 



Perhaps that was why he was so attracted to her - Elsah was perfect, pure, and flawless. Everything about her radiated innocence and perfection; and to a person so flawed and corrupt, he was a moth to her flame. Everything about her drew him in. 



And for her, it was just the opposite - he was imperfect, flawed, and just merely a human. But he was beautiful, even with the acne that sprinkled his face, his unruly hair, and scarred skin. 



It took her a few minutes to drink the entire glass of orange juice, all the while too aware of the small circles Harry's fingers drew on her legs. The black shorts that she wore only covered so much skin, the rest of the snowy complexion bared, contrasting against her dark shorts.



The goosebumps that rose on her skin at his touch did not go unnoticed -he saw them, he felt them, and he looked up at her with a lopsided grin when he realized what his touch was doing to her.



"Let's go out somewhere - once you feel better, of course." Harry states boldly.



Elsah coughs a bit, and then nods. "Okay. How about in an hour?"



His eyes widen in surprise. "Right now? Really? I was thinking maybe tomorrow-"



"Only if you want to," Elsah adds hesitantly. "We can go tomorrow if you don't-"



"No no, that's fine. Perfect, actually. We'll go in an hour then." Harry interrupted her, a wide grin playing on his lips. 



"Alright," she nodded, making a move to sit up so that she could refill her glass with orange juice.



The jade-eyed man immediately noticed, standing up before she could, and took the glass out of her hands. "I'll go get some more, you stay here." He insisted, and then rushed off into the kitchen.


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