The young woman’s eyes lit up only for a brief moment when he spoke to her; .<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"I'm here, no need to fear."</span>Marcella told him, wondering what made him hold to life so desperately; the male's life force was fading from him. Tensing up a little upon hearing the rock clatter to the ground, she was a bit afraid and worried he may have lost consciousness. The sound of flesh and stone alerted her that he was still with her, moving about. She knew he had to be in extreme pain as she could feel it faintly, this frightened yet confused her. The blonde moved slightly closer; her shock of seeing how wounded he was rooting her where she knelt. One of her delicate hands went to her mouth when she saw the male had vacant holes where his eyes once were. This had to be the work of the fallen one.<br/><br/><br/>His state only set Marcella's resolve that much stronger. She was going to stay by him till he was well enough to go home and she'd use everything she knew to save the male in front of her. Hearing the desperation in his voice as he told her he couldn't die, She. The woman that this strong willed male spoke of must be his life mate. If for no other reason, Marcella had to save him for the sanity of a woman she never met. Of course this made her a bit upset to know he had a love;. Bringing her out here through treacherous terrain to save another's life mate was surely the mother goddess being cruel to her. The female was trying to wrap her mind around what the badly wounded man was saying when he grabbed her wrist with a fierceness that made her cry out. Being pulled caused her to lose her balance, tumbling to the ground.<br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> "What are you doing?"</span>She asked in fear as she struggled with him forcibly rolled onto her back. Shock and confusion keeping her from fully fighting with him. The ground was hard and cold under her as she was practically pinned to it. What he was doing to her right now was something she had never dealt with in her life. Her father had never even been forceful when practically dragging her away from the woods. Her hair being in a pony tail exposed her neck fully to him. Feeling his breath on her neck all she could do was hold back tears; fear running through her like the streams in the spring ground.<br/><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">This is how I die isn't it?</span></i>the young woman thought to herself as the man drank from her. He was holding her wrist so tight they were forming bruises under his grip. Feeling him stop, closing the wound, she let out a soft whimper. The urge to run was strong, yet the urge to stay was stronger still. Listing to him the blond was trying not to weep uncontrollably, she was terrified of him right now.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"I...I Ca...Can't just leave you..."</span>She took a breath trying to steady herself, pulling her arms free of him, thought he was still on her. She could feel the blood on her dress, seeping through to the delicate skin below it.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Something called me here. To you. I am meant to be here. I promise I will not leave you till you can safely return home to your love. She needs you, and right now you need me."</span>Marcella broke the silence after a few moments, still shaken from what just took place.