Unseen Scene—Book Three, Chapter 6 (Farah Version) (Patreon)

It’s magic, for sure. Of all of Unit Bravo, Farah is the most adept at picking up on that kind of thing.

It shimmers and tickles at her senses, like a solidifying bubble she can’t pop.

But she tries anyway.

She pushes her fingertips against the invisible barrier, the magic thick but with a slight goopy kind of softness. As she presses a little harder, a headache begins to form and throb at her temples, so she snaps her hand back.

“Your attempts to save the human are admirable,” the winged-giant announces.

His dismissive use of the word ‘human’ to describe the person Farah is falling for so quickly irks the young vampire already.

“But they are pointless,” he continues.

Ah great. Another huge ego. As if another one’s gonna fit in this town with Ava’s.

Though maybe this guy’s ego is warranted. His barrier is tough. It’s strange magic and seriously strong. As well as Farah being able to feel immense power radiating out of the man himself.

Farah blows away the thought and focuses her gaze on the winged man. “You say that now, but wait until we get going.” She adds a grin to the end of the words, but it’s anywhere near as confident as usual.

Yet it’s more than enough to gain his attention. And any focus she can draw away from [Name] is worth it.

The thought of [Name] drives a stake of worry through Farah’s chest, almost immobilising her. Everyone keeps trying to steal them from Farah’s life…as though she hasn’t already lost enough!

Emotion powers through her paralysis. Determination breaks the walls of fear.

And Farah launches herself forward with a yell towards the barrier.

…

She sees the flash before she feels it. Flying through the air at speed, her body clocks the fact that this is going to end seriously painfully, so she balls herself up. But the wallop she smacks into the ground with still ricochets with a thunder of exploding pain through every nerve.

For a moment, she wonders if she’ll be able to breathe.

“Farah!” [Name]’s voice battles its way through the agony to force air into her lungs. She may not need the oxygen, but damn does it feel good as it courses through her again.

The sudden rush of air is enough to help focus her vision, allow her to witness the scene that plays out in slow motion before her. Each gesture is made with agonizing slowness, as though taunting her with the fact she can do nothing about it.

With wings that cut through the night like a pair of scimitars, the man leaps and glides towards [Name]. Intention pours off of him so strongly that it coats Farah’s throat. It tastes vile.

Farah’s ears buzz as her body begins to restart itself, begins to heal the crushed bone and inner bruising that makes her wince with each breath. Whatever [Name] and the winged giant are saying, she can’t hear it, even as she wishes with all her might that she can.

And then [Name] slams their palms into the man’s chest.

Not the barrier.

But onto the man himself.

Not even the winged-man’s overcompensatingly-sized wings can help him as he stumbles back and topples over.

Farah stares unblinking at the scene before making to let out a holler of excitement. But the excited call strangles in her tight throat as pain throbs down her side, forcing her to roll onto her back.

And she allows himself the time to recover, lying on her back, smiling up at the dusk-illuminated sky.

As she heals, she thinks. And it’s impossible to think of anyone but [Name]. A flood of warm energy rushes through her at the mere mention of them to quicken her healing even further.

If she was going to fall for anyone as hard as she has…then an ass-whooping human from this little town was definitely the best choice.