Helpless(Azareal)

[Connor Short]

Connor awoke again after losing conciousness for the second time. He felt even weaker by this point and his throat was on fire. He got up only to crumble to the hard forest floor again. he let out a cry of pain. He struggled forward blood dripping from the deep gashes on his hands, legs and face. He held his ribs as he crawled. He used a tree stump to get up and then made a few steps forward, not knowing where to go. He walked for a few metres before weakling slumping against a tree, ready to die just on the verge of conciousness.

[Azareal]

Azareal had wandered into the forest, seeking comfort in his thoughts. Danny and Isabella were visiting Danny's childhood home, looking for clues and answers. Loki was meeting with the clan.
She had asked for him to accompany her, but they both knew he would not come. Someone had to stay behind, watch for signs of anything out of the ordinary.

He was deep within his own mind, barely registering the forest around him as he walked through it. At least until a splash of unnatural colour flared in his vision. A boy. A child, no less.
Slumped over the forest itself, he looked about ready to collapse.

Azareal moved towards the boy, but stopped metres ahead of him, wary of the stranger, as all of them must be these days.
"You," the words he summoned were strong, but free of emotional ties. "Who are you?"

[Connor Short]

Connor heard light foot falls across the forest floor and heard the voice. He looked up weakly, the blood running from a large gash on his forhead. "ummm immm, ...." answered connor weakly, crap he thought to himself, what the hell Is my name. Connor thought hard against the large walls of white in his mind. "im connor, connor shorts" he finally said weakly, " who are you". The stranger looked like he meant no harm to connor, and even if he did, connor couldnt care less, he was not strong enough for a fight anyway.

[Azareal]

He looked weak. Frail. Azareal could smell the blood on him.

And...something else. The child reeked of Lamia. Fresh Lamia.
Azareal bared his teeth with a shallow hiss.
"And why are you here, Connor Short?" His voice lilted with that usually soft accent that was nothing more than menacing now.
The scent of the vampire was unknown to him, certainly not one of Alec's. But it screamed danger no less. Anyone strange or unknown was considered an automatic threat until proven otherwise.

A part of him wanted to comfort the youth, tend to the wounds that marred his flesh. But he steady himself against the sympathetic urge. Right at the base of his skull, the warning pounded. Threat.

[Connor Short]

Connor heard the hiss, and the change in the strangers voice. The man had ignored his question. Connor thought quickly, why was he here, he struggled to remember, but he couldnt, he had no idea how hed gotten here, or where the hell he was. He looked up struggling to talk through frustrration. " i dont know, i dont even know where the bloody hell i am, or why my throat feels like its on fire, can u please just help me" he managed to answer his voice full of agony. Why was this man being careful around him, he wasnt any threat not that he knew of anyway.

[Azareal]

Azareal shifted on his feet, eyeing the boy with curiosity. His tone sounded pained, but genuine. Still, he could let down his guard. Both pain and honesty are easy to falsify.

"What is the last thing you remember?" He probed the boy. If he was speaking the truth, then Azareal would need to get as much information from him as he could.

[Connor Short]

Connor used all of the strength he had left and looked back at what he remembered". He kept his eyes closed as he told the man what he knew. "i dont know, all i remember is waking up on this forest floor, and just feeling pain everywhere, and my throat feels like its on fire and no matter what i do i cnt make it stop, i found a lake and tried to drink from it but nothing would dull the fire, i staggered for a few metres until i reached this spot and then i met you"he answered in a faint voice, he could feel himself slipping away again as more pain raged through his body, "everything.....everything before that is just...,...is just blank". He slouched down even more into the tree, his arms going numb.

[Azareal]

Perhaps he would give the boy the benefit of the doubt. He didn't trust the child, not at all. But if he was to be speaking the truth then Azareal couldn't leave him here.
He could not be so cruel.

"My name is Azareal" His voice was softer, sweeter, and twisted with his thick accent.
"I do not trust you, but I will help you. If you wish, I will take you to my home and help you regain your memory, heal your wounds, and stop that burning."
The word were little more that a whisper of air over his lips.

[Connor Short]

Connor looked up at Azareal as he spoke. Azareal didnt trust him, connor didnt blame him, but why should connor trust him. Connor knew he needed help with his wounds and gaining his memory would be brilliant, but why would this stranger help him, what set him apart from the rest of the dangerous people in the world. But there was something about Azareal that he could trust but also fear. Connor thought quickly before slowly nodding and holding his hand up. "you promise you mean me no harm"he asked his voice clear.

[Azareal]

"I do not expect you trust me. You do not know me, you do not even know yourself. But who else is there for you to trust?"
Azareal stepped forward and reached out a pale, long fingered hand to the battered boy.

"I promise I will not harm you, as long as you do not harm me. This world is a dangerous place now, even if you do not know it. If you show any signs of hostility then your life will not be considered in pause before we take it from you." The last sentence was finished with a snap of his jaw. Perhaps they could not afford to trust the boy. Perhaps he would just cause more problems for him. But perhaps he would be worth that risk.

[Connor Short]

Connor temsed slightly as azareal heldhis had out for connor to take and then he relaxedit as he talked. Connor listened to what azareal said. A dangerous world? he couldnt remember why, but he knew this was true. Conner took azareals hand and slowly got up, his legs felt like they were about to give out so he lent against the tree to keep straight. "So where am i"he asked softly, "and where are you taking me".

[Azareal]

Azareal shifted Connor from the tree and instead encouraged the boy to lean against his side as he began to walk.
"By some strange turn of events, you have found yourself within the grounds of an academy for magic."Azareal paused in thought. "You do know what magic is?"

He moved as swiftly through the forest as could with the boy attatched to his side as he talked. He knew already how Loki would react; with sceptical trust in Azareal's decision. Frank and Isabella though... he was not sure.

[Connor Short]

Connor "leant willingly against Azareals side as they travelled through the forest. "ummm no sorry, what is it" he asked, not knowing what azareal was talking about, "and should i know what it is". Connor turned his head slightly to look at Azareal, he could see that he was deep in thought, but he didnt know why. "Azareal"he asked, "how can u walk so fast". It was very confusing to connor how Azareal could move so fast even when carrying the weight of himself.