"Death... please don't extinguish her flame. I beg of you..." he whispered. He hadn't asked Death for anything since the day his godfather had cursed him for his crimes against him. He hoped that if there was yet an ounce of love in Death, he would spare this girl. Ciarán had already suffered so much. How much more did he have before Death forgave him and finally let him fade into the Abyss. If he was finally dead, he wouldn't be able to hurt the town anymore. Ciarán dropped his hands with a sigh before he turned away and headed back to his lonely little home, Chaos at his heels.
4 days. It had been four days since Rosalie returned to the forest to retrieve the medication. Ciarán was going insane. Where was she? Why wasn't she coming to pick up the medication? She was going to need the newest batch. She should have run out at this point. Had seen gotten deathly ill so quickly? She should still have been able to come and pick up the medication. She had been sick but she hadn't been that ill when he saw her last. Had she... had she died? Ciarán hoped that wasn't the case but he couldn't shake the fear and dread that had taken anchor in his heart.
Ciarán stood at his window, his hands gripping the sill tightly. Chaos was sitting on his bed just staring at his companion. His tail swished back and forth as he debated what should be done. Chaos couldn't go after her. He obviously wasn't human and people would notice him and cry out for help. He would find out nothing if he went. But Ciarán... he could go. He'd have to stay covered but with the Black Death running rampant, most people would be covered and they would not notice one shrouded figure amongst many. He knew how much Ciarán worried for the human girl.
"Ciarán... You should go to the town and check up on her," he called out then.
"I can't. I am putting more people in danger if I go."
"The people are already dying. There isn't much more you can do except actually kill them and you will be covered. You won't touch anyone if you stay covered."
"They will notice-"
"You are making excuses. You are afraid," Chaos answered flatly and crossed his arms. "Don't try and lie to me, Ciarán. I can taste the fear in you. I know you are afraid of hurting them but at this point, death will be a blessing to those you do touch. You are only going there to see if Rosalie is okay and bring her the medicine. It is going to be okay."
Ciarán sighed and turned to look at his friend. "Sometimes I hate you."
"The feeling is mutual. Now put on your gloves, pull up your hood, and go to her. You'll be moping around here anyway if you don't go and see her yourself."
"You are right." Ciarán pulled away from the window and ran a hand through his hair before he hurried to pull on his gloves and grabbed the medicine he had prepared for Rosalie. He took a steadying breath before he hurried through the forest. Once he reached the edge of the treeline, he froze for a moment. He hadn't left the forest in... a century at least. It was probably more but time blurred for him at this point. How much had changed in his birthplace? He shook his head. He couldn't back down now. He pulled his hood up and secured it before he ventured out of the safety of the forest.
Ciarán entered the town slowly and looked around. It really was a desolate place right now with the disease ravaging whatever it touched. Some people had died in the street. Many of the doors were marked warning others to stay away if someone inside was sick. It made his heart go out to them. This was all his fault. His hands tightened on the medicine as he continued to walk through the streets. Where was Rosalie? He didn't even know where she lived. How was he going to find her? He couldn't just enter a house and say he was looking for her.