Saving Faith... by Stephanie M. Colon (classic novels for teens .txt) 📕

As the day passed Constantine sat looking at the young woman, hoping that she would be able to recover. She finally concluded it was the longest day of her life after hours of worrying for this young woman who she didn’t know. She had looked after numerous young women that had been ill but never had she been so genuinely concerned. Nore had it ever truly mattered for a woman to recover so much. She did not want to disappoint Sebastian and she did not want to tell him that the woman wouldn’t ever recover. Constantine vowed she would do everything possible to make sure the woman recovered. At that moment she remembered what Sebastian had done to her many years ago.

Decades ago Constantines doctor had informed them that she had cancer and her time in this world was limited. Not willing to give up his closest friend Sebastian gave Constantine a couple vials of his own blood. She didn't know what she was supposed to do with it for a long time but eventually Sebastian told her she would need to drink some of it in order to get better. After she did the cancer had disappeared. Maybe the same could help this woman too.

About an hour before sunset Sebastian finally walked through the bedroom door. Constantine didn’t feel as reassured as she usually was when he woke up. It broke her heart at the look on his face to realize that the young woman was still asleep.

“Sebastian, I need to talk to you. Can you please follow me into the hallway?” Constantine asked tenderly.

Sebastian looked lovingly at Faith before he followed Constantine. He wanted so badly to spend his night with her but he knew Constantine. She sounded very concerned and it worried him.

“Constantine, what happened while I was asleep? Did she eat?” Sebastian rushed out.

“No, she didn’t wake up enough to eat. Hours after you went to bed she woke and became violently ill. After that she fell back asleep and I left her for a couple hours. I tried to wake her so she could have broth and bread but she never even stirred. I’ve tried everything to wake her but nothing will wake her. She has a fever and I’m very worried about her. I even got so desperate that I took out that extra vial you gave me all those years ago, the one we keep hidden in the freezer, and gave her a few drops of that.”

“It’s alright Constantine. I thank you with all of my heart that you watched over her, and cared for her throughout the day. Do you think the vial helped her at all? Did Emily get some clothes?"

"Yes, she did. They are in the bottom of your dresser. I am concerned about having given her the vial though. Since waking enough to get sick she hasn’t sturred. I have no idea how she is doing since I can’t talk to her enough to get a feel of what’s going on."

"Thank you, Constantine. Go take the rest of the night off along with the other women. I’ll take it from here.” Sebastian offered. He gave Constantine a hug and a kiss on the cheek before he turned her and nudged her to do as he said.

He returned to his room and looked at the woman in his bed. After a few minutes he finally left to take his shower and get dressed. When he returned the woman was still as he left her. He decided then that he needed to feed. He could hear her blood pumping weakly through her veins and he knew she was too tempting if he was too hungry.

Sebastian left quickly to the nearest town. As was his way he sealed his bite and erased his memory from the people he fed off of. By the time he was back in his room only half an hour had passed. The whole time he was gone he was anxious. He tried to get his feedings done quickly so he could get back to the room but he knew he needed to have his full. He didn't want to take the chance of killing her.

When he finally walked back into his room he just stood looking at the woman. She looked so frail and he felt a fierce protectiveness over her. Sebastian blinked himself back to what he knew he had to do. As Sebastian sat at the edge of the bed he thought it best if he gave her some more of his blood. If she was experiencing the after effects of anything she would need to heal physically. The only way he knew to have that happen fast was to feed her some of his blood and let that heal her. Every other way he thought of would take too long to truly help her and she would probably end up in the hospital. 

He picked up her head and slid in under her so it would make the process easier. He cut his wrist and put it to her opened mouth. The minute the blood touched her tongue her body reacted. He knew she was asleep but her mouth closed over the cut he made and she started to drink like she hadnt had water in weeks. For him the feeling was extremly erotic. He had shared his blood with only one other person ever and it had never made him feel the way he felt in that moment with Faith. Once he felt they both had enough he carefully pulled her off his wrist and closed the wound. He grabbed a washcloth Constantine had left in the water basin by the bed and he cleaned up Faith so there would be no evidence of what he had just done. He knew she would wake up soon so he moved out from under her and situated her on the bed once more. He sat on the edge of the bed to wait for her to awake. As the woman woke up Sebastian decided to stay as still as possible. He watched her very intently making sure he was ready to get anything she would need if she was to be sick again.

Faith

Where the hell am I? Faith thought to herself as she finally woke up. She remembered trying to sit up the last time she woke up and decided against it just yet. She hurt physically so much but she felt safe for the first time in so long. She knew she wasn’t with Owen and his people from the last time she awoke. She slowly moved her head to take in the rest of the room as much as she could given that it was now very dark except for a fire in the fireplace. At least my head wasn’t spinning like it was the last time I woke up. She thought to herself. That’s when she noticed a silhouette of a man sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Who are you? Where am I?” Faith asked, trying to hide her fear but knowing it could be heard in her voice. To her own ears her voice was hoarse and weak. Given all the torture she went through she knew she would be in pain for a while. When she got no answer she sat up slowly and asked timidly “If you’re not going to hurt me can I please have some water?”

Before she could even finish her request the silhouette already had a glass of cold water in her hand. Faith had so many thoughts running through her mind as she drank the water. How did he know I was going to ask for water? How did I get here? Who is this man? Where am I? Why am I here? What happened to Owen and his men? Am I safe now? What if they find her? Why am I not more scared? Why does this man make me feel safe? I should probably be terrified right now, so why aren’t I?

After she finished the glass of water she just held it in her hands on her lap and watched the man. She tried her best to make out any facial features but nothing she tried would work. The fireplace was behind him so no light hit him on the face. After a moment of silence she broke it by asking "Where am I? Who are you?"

"My name is Sebastian James. I'm the man who saved you from that devil and his minions." Sebastian began to explain. "Please do not be frightened of me. I have an idea of what you have been through while in their care. I heard those evil creatures talk about what they had planned to do and I saw how they kept you. I'm under the impression that they have kept you quite a while torturing you in many ways. All I can say is that I will never be able to apologize enough for not having saved you sooner. It hurt me in ways I never knew existed to see the shape you were in when I saved you. I-"

"Now hold on a minute." Faith interrupted so she could digest what he had said. Her mind was swimming with memories and emotions that brought tears to her eyes. She knew this man sitting on the bed couldn’t have done what he just said. She started to think it was another one of Owens sick twisted games he loved to play with her. But after a few moments of thinking she knew it wasn't a game. She felt too safe with a stranger sitting at the edge of the bed in complete darkness.

She took the first calming breath she had taken since being knocked out by Owen that night she went to see him and thought to herself I'm saved. I'm safe. Finally. "How did you know where I was? How did you save me? I know I was in a house in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by heavily armed men. I tried countless times to escape. I always ended up caught and beaten until I was so weak I would end up unconscious."

“You wouldn’t believe me if I tried to explain it all to you.”

“Try me.” She challenged.

"Maybe one day when you have more faith in me I'll tell you. How are you feeling? Do you need a doctor or do you think home remedies will do the trick of fixing you up?"

"I feel like my body was beaten which I have felt for so long I expect it by now. I also feel oddly cold but I don't want to see a doctor. I feel alot better than I did this morning. At the moment I would just like to shower...alone."

“Why did you say it like that?” Sebastian asked.

“I haven’t had a proper shower in days and the last time I did....” Faith trailed off reluctant to explain any further. Regardless of having been tortured for so long by so many different men the voice of a strange man a few feet away from her in almost complete darkness made her blood actually heat up a few degrees. She thought that since being kidnapped she would ultimately die in that place at the hand of the one person who at one time claimed to loved her. She realized soon after she woke in his panic room tied to the cot that she had been wrong.

Sebastian could see her as if the lamps were on and knew if he turned them on just yet that she wouldn’t talk about what had happened. He knew that with the darkness she could let herself be a little vulnerable. He waited a couple minutes, watching her face closely in the dark. He saw a look of pain come to her face and saw a