"Harry? You're alive!" I exclaim, hoping to change the subject of the converstaion, but he grab my arm pulling me towards him. "I know you're trying to change the subject Lucinda." He growls.

Shit! His eyes so dark and angry, maybe he could shoot lasers through them. Maybe. What the hell am I thinking about?

"Can you shoot lasers with your eyes?" I blurted out.

It was clear that the question caught him off guard, because his eyes turned back to it's normal green shade, his eye brows furrowed.

"What? What the hell do you mean?"

"Can you shoot lasers with your eyes? Can you?"

That was when I saw his lips twitching. He was fighting a smile! He found it amusing? Well, that's a first.

"No." He cleared his throat afterwards, "No, I can't. But fire, yes."

I raised an eyebrow, fire? Literally fire? "Fire? Are you sure? How?" He chuckled and walked pass me, I just stood there, watching his lean legs taking steps away from me.

He stopped walking, and turn to face me. "Watch me." He ordered and focused his sight on the ground.

Suddenly, his eyes became red, and fire appeared on the grass, it's green flames burning it, and Harry stepped on it before it would set the whole meadow on fire.

Woah.

"Believe me now?" I nod and he walk towards me again. He stood in front of me, his green eyes piercing through my soul. My breath hitched when I felt his cold hand on my arm, his fingers caressing my sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps on their awake.

His hand going up, reaching the nape of my neck, he let out a breath, his finger touching my pulse.

"Now, what were you doing with that demonic Harpy?"

"H-Harpy?" What the hell is that?

"The ugly creature awhile ago was a Harpy, it's a mythical creature known in Greece. A bird that has a human face." He explains, looking up at the gray cloudy sky. "But that one awhile ago, was a corpse, it was raised from the dead."

"We're not in Greece, why the hell would there be a Harpy here?" I questioned. He lowers his head, now looking at me in the eye.

"Unless, it was sent here for a reason."

"And what reason, would that be?" I challenged. His fingers went up, now caressing my cheek. His other arm wrap itself around my waist and bring me closer to him.

Our faces close enough to touch, I felt my heart was stuck on my throat. His index finger drawing abstract lines on my cheek.

"They need to kill....something. Something that'll be a threat to their master." He murmurs, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Master? They have a master?"

"Maybe, why would they show up?" I didn't know what I was doing, but my hands are on his hips, slowly going up his shoulders. His eyes not tearing off from mine, but he was aware of what I was doing.

"Maybe, they came for you."

He chuckled lightly, "I am dead Lucy, what would they want from me? And besides, I am on my own."

"Devil wants to take you back?" I suggested, and he smirks. "And why would he? He's enjoying everything I am doing here."

Our noses brushed against each other, breathing together, lost in each other's eyes. That is fucked up clichè, but it is happening right now.

"And that would be?" I exhaled, and he shuts his eyes, before opening them again. I bit my lip and I see his eyes darken. From vivid green to dark forest ones.

"I'd like to bite that lip of yours still it fucking bleeds."

I inhaled sharply, and I felt something strange towards him right now. I just don't know what it is, or what I am going to do about it.

"Why don't you?" I breathed.

He leans a bit closer, our lips brushing against each other once in awhile.

"You don't know how much I wanted to." He exhales.

And I did my bold move, which I found surprising for me and him.

"Do it then."

He looks into my eyes, I was lost for words as I inched closer, eyes closed, ready to kiss him.

"I can't."

I stopped, I open my eyes to see Harry facing to the right, avoiding my gaze. He slowly removed his hands off of me, and walks away.

I felt, rejection. Hurt. Angry. Annoyed.

What the fuck happened to me? Why all of a sudden, I wanted him to kiss me? To touch me? Is it the side effects of petting that creature? Did I sound desperate? What?!

One thing for sure, he doesn't want me. He doesn't feeling anything towards me. Do I have to keep reminding myself that he will just kill me after all this shit is over?

I watch as he walks away, after a few breaths, I followed, a few feet away from him.

A part of me wanted to scream at him, slap him, maybe even kill him. But a part of me felt, sad? That he didn't want me?

I just don't know.

After walking a few hours, we entered another forest, it wasn't creepy like the other one, this forest seem to have less trees.

Even though I still have a blurry sight, which doesn't fade, but I can see Harry limping.

It was his right leg, he looked weird limping. "Harry, is your right leg, alright?" I ask, he stops walking and glares at me. Literally glared.

I was suprised at his action, "Yes. I am fucking fine." He hisses and continues to walk. I gave him the middle finger and followed him.

I heard something hissing, thought it was a snake, but the hissing was much louder than a snake. It was Harry.

"Fuck."

"Shit."

He cursed everytime his right foot collides at a rock, a fallen branch or an out grown root of a tree. I can't help it but I found it amusing.

That was, until we spotted another abandoned shack, this time it was much bigger than the last. I mentally cheered when Harry told me we will reside here for the night.

I enter the house, inside was a kitchen, a small dining room, with a wooden table and two stools, a door to the bathroom, an old dusty bed and a broken couch. Hmm, maybe Harry could sleep on the couch, and me on the bed.

I heard Harry hiss when he sat down, he looked at his right leg, and I gasp at the sight. A small sharp horn wounded his leg, black fluid coming out, which I think is his blood.

He grab tool the horn off gently, hissing and cursing there, 'till it got out. I pitied him, and somehow laughed at him. Serves him right! My subconcious sneered.

I went to look for a closet, finding one, I took out a piece of white cloth and walk to Harry, who was trying hard to contain his blood.

I ripped the piece of cloth into two, wetting the other one with water. "Come here." I gestured and he looks at me like I have lost my mind.

I mentally roll my eyes, and clean his wound. He shut his eyes while I cleaed his injury.

"My father taught me how to clean and heal wounds, he used to be a nurse." I decided to share, him listening for awhile before groaning in pain.

"That fucking hurts!" He yells and I mutter an apology.

I tied the last cloth around his wound and he sigh in relief. "By the way, thank you." I murmured.

"For what?"

"For....for saving my life back there." I spoke and he just nods, before standing up and limping the way out of the door. I was about to protest, due to the condition of his leg, but who am I to question what he wants to do?