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and a long tail. The creature was lying perfectly still in the snow, a
pool of dark blood leaking from numerous holes in its body. The tracks it had
left in the snow led form one of the ballroom window which Sara could see was
broken from the inside, pieces of glass were glistening in the moonlight strewn
across the lawn.
"Someone is taking
potshots at the escapee's," Constantine said. "We'll need to be
quick." With that he scooped her up in his arms so that her head was
resting against his bare chest.
"Tuck yourself in
tight," he said, "keep your head well down."
With that he set off
across the path and down the lawn at a phenomenal speed. Barefoot and bare
chested he sprinted through the snow, veering from side to side as he did.
Sara could see lumps of
snow thrown up by the impact of bullets all around them. Constantine ignored
them, if anything as he reached the lake and started up the hill he increased
his speed.
The heat emanating from
his body was vast. It was as if she was resting her head against a radiator.
The snow was steaming where it came into contact with his legs.
Suddenly he stumbled,
his left leg swaying as a bullet passed straight through this calf and out the
other side, leaving a hole as wide as two of her fingers.
Grunting in pain he
continued to run full speed up the hill.
"He's on the
roof," he said between breaths, "and luckily he's not a great
shot."
They had reached the
edge of the trees when Constantine was suddenly thrown forwards, carrying her
with him. As he fell he spun around and landed on his back, thumping into a
tree as he did.
With a mighty effort he
flung her over his shoulder, into the relative cover of the bushes.
Sara landed on her
stomach with a thump, momentarily knocking the wind out of her. With difficulty
she pulled herself to her knees and looked behind her.
Constantine was
scrambling towards her, spurts of snow erupting all around him as he did. With
a final surge of energy he threw himself forwards and rolled behind a tree.
"His aim improved
all of a sudden," he gasped; she could see another wound in his shoulder.
It was as wide as her hand and she knew that it had been the one which had made
him spin around and drop her.
Sara reached over, his
body was still hot, and she ran her fingers across the wound, concerned for
him. There was a look of intense pain and concentration on his face.
"Usually," he
said, "I can heal in minutes, but I am afraid it will take me a few hours
in this state."
"Why," Sara
asked, then remembered that he had given her some of his strength. "What
can I do to help?"
Constantine used the
tree to lever himself up to his feet, and grabbed her hand. "I’m afraid
nothing much," he replied, "unless you are happy to let me eat you
that is."
Sara smiled, she
remembered where his mouth had been hours before, "You've already done
that," she said.
She put her arm around
his waist and supporting him they moved as quickly as they could through the
trees.
He was bleeding heavily
from his leg, which was leaving a wide trail of blood behind them. Anyone who
wanted to follow them would have no problem doing so.
"We have to
hope," he said, "that they are too preoccupied to chase us."
Sara grunted, he was
heavy, and despite her infused strength she was finding this difficult going.
The came to the wall
and turned left, hoping to find the tree that she had climbed in on. Hoping as
well that their captors had not realised it was there and removed it.
Their luck held and
after 5 minutes slogging through the snow they came to the branch. Fortunately
it had not been moved.
There were footprints
in the snow around it, clearly they had planned on cutting it down soon. They
just had not got around to it yet.
Constantine breathed
in, the blood flow from his leg slowed and then stopped as he lithely climbed
the branch. He made Sara think of the Tarzan films she had seen when she was
younger, she had lusted after Ron Ely for years; Constantine's body was
pool of dark blood leaking from numerous holes in its body. The tracks it had
left in the snow led form one of the ballroom window which Sara could see was
broken from the inside, pieces of glass were glistening in the moonlight strewn
across the lawn.
"Someone is taking
potshots at the escapee's," Constantine said. "We'll need to be
quick." With that he scooped her up in his arms so that her head was
resting against his bare chest.
"Tuck yourself in
tight," he said, "keep your head well down."
With that he set off
across the path and down the lawn at a phenomenal speed. Barefoot and bare
chested he sprinted through the snow, veering from side to side as he did.
Sara could see lumps of
snow thrown up by the impact of bullets all around them. Constantine ignored
them, if anything as he reached the lake and started up the hill he increased
his speed.
The heat emanating from
his body was vast. It was as if she was resting her head against a radiator.
The snow was steaming where it came into contact with his legs.
Suddenly he stumbled,
his left leg swaying as a bullet passed straight through this calf and out the
other side, leaving a hole as wide as two of her fingers.
Grunting in pain he
continued to run full speed up the hill.
"He's on the
roof," he said between breaths, "and luckily he's not a great
shot."
They had reached the
edge of the trees when Constantine was suddenly thrown forwards, carrying her
with him. As he fell he spun around and landed on his back, thumping into a
tree as he did.
With a mighty effort he
flung her over his shoulder, into the relative cover of the bushes.
Sara landed on her
stomach with a thump, momentarily knocking the wind out of her. With difficulty
she pulled herself to her knees and looked behind her.
Constantine was
scrambling towards her, spurts of snow erupting all around him as he did. With
a final surge of energy he threw himself forwards and rolled behind a tree.
"His aim improved
all of a sudden," he gasped; she could see another wound in his shoulder.
It was as wide as her hand and she knew that it had been the one which had made
him spin around and drop her.
Sara reached over, his
body was still hot, and she ran her fingers across the wound, concerned for
him. There was a look of intense pain and concentration on his face.
"Usually," he
said, "I can heal in minutes, but I am afraid it will take me a few hours
in this state."
"Why," Sara
asked, then remembered that he had given her some of his strength. "What
can I do to help?"
Constantine used the
tree to lever himself up to his feet, and grabbed her hand. "I’m afraid
nothing much," he replied, "unless you are happy to let me eat you
that is."
Sara smiled, she
remembered where his mouth had been hours before, "You've already done
that," she said.
She put her arm around
his waist and supporting him they moved as quickly as they could through the
trees.
He was bleeding heavily
from his leg, which was leaving a wide trail of blood behind them. Anyone who
wanted to follow them would have no problem doing so.
"We have to
hope," he said, "that they are too preoccupied to chase us."
Sara grunted, he was
heavy, and despite her infused strength she was finding this difficult going.
The came to the wall
and turned left, hoping to find the tree that she had climbed in on. Hoping as
well that their captors had not realised it was there and removed it.
Their luck held and
after 5 minutes slogging through the snow they came to the branch. Fortunately
it had not been moved.
There were footprints
in the snow around it, clearly they had planned on cutting it down soon. They
just had not got around to it yet.
Constantine breathed
in, the blood flow from his leg slowed and then stopped as he lithely climbed
the branch. He made Sara think of the Tarzan films she had seen when she was
younger, she had lusted after Ron Ely for years; Constantine's body was
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