Thread: Save Me... Please... [Monster and prettylyksin]

Christian! A delicate female voice echoed through the trees, her voice carrying farther than usual, as the snow amplified her light voice. Rowan walked through the forest that had been her backyard all her life. She and her family had lived in the northern most Alaska for generations. The girl couldn't imagine living anywhere but her cozy little cabin where she lived with her mother and grandfather. She didn't know her father. Her mother had said that they had met one Beltaine eve and her darling Rowan had been conceived. She did not even know her father's name. Her mother was a fascinating woman. She believed in the Old Ways of her British heritage. How her family had come to this secluded part of the world, Rowan couldn't say. She knew only that she had lived here the whole of her seventeen years. Being how they were so isolated from the outside world, the only people she had to talk to was her mother and grandfather. And the animals, of course. She always spoke with the animals as though they were truly listening to her. Christian, where are you? She called again, her hands cupping her mouth so her voice would travel even farther. One would have thought she was calling a lost child the way she carried on. A streak of black appeared in the snow, several hundred yards to her left, and a large black cat mewed at her loudly. Relieved, the girl smiled brilliantly and started towards the animal. Christian, she scolded it as she approached him. Where have you been? The sun will be going down soon, you silly animal. Winter was coming and the long months of endless sunshine were at an end. She would miss them. She loved the sun. She reached the cat just as it disappeared into a large opening in the rockface. Curious, Rowan peeked inside. Christian was standing before an unconscious man, clothed only in a thin blue dress shirt and jeans. Oh my! she cried and scrambled into the hollow, falling to her knees beside the man. She struggled to push the man onto his back where she could find if he lived or not. A small gasp escaped her lips as her pale green eyes fell on the stranger's face. He was... beautiful, if you could put that word to a man. She reached out and gently pushed the dark strands of dark from his beautifully pale face. He was so cold! His lips were blue, his flesh cold, she hoped not with death. Quickly, she pulled the thick woolen shawl from around her waist and struggled to pull his around his lean frame, having to pull him up into her arms. It was not an easy task, he felt as though he were carved from marble. The shawl, already warm from her body, was wrapped, tightly around his shoulders. She looked around desperately, she had to get him out of the cold. She pulled off her furred outer coat and tugged that around him as well. The cold bit at her flesh, but she tried to ignore it the best she could. Oh, please, wake up, she cried to him softly, trying to get his arm over her shoulder. Maybe she could carry him home. She managed, with difficulty to pull him to the edge of the cave, and saw, with a wail of despair, that the sun was sinking beneath the western horizon. She would have to carry him in the dark. She half carried, half dragged him through the snow towards her small cabin. Christian led the way, looking back at the pair every now and again. Finally, after an hour's walk, they reached her home. Her mother was outside, looking out into the trees, a worried frown creasing her face. Rowan called to her, and the older woman raced to her daughter to help her get the man inside, listening as her daughter recounted how she had happened upon him. They carried him inside and put him in the guest room, covering him with many heavy blankets. Rowan refused to leave the man's side, bringing a chair to sit beside his bed. Her mother knew that the girl would not be deterred, and left her alone, checking in every now and then, and finally to bring a blanket for her daughter. The girl had fallen asleep by the stranger's bed. listulistulistulistu