(A/N) Ok so I couldn't help it.a This chapter was BEGGING me, so I complied. Looks like I only have a couple of reviewers...Oh well. Your reviews mean alot to me and definately help me come up with ideas. I started writing this chapter at 1:30 AM and finished around 3ish. And even then it was hard to sleep. lol I started writing the following chapter in my mind. I can't believe I almost deleted this story, but looking back I'm glad I didn't update the next chapter. It was horrible. There were no description, he could talk, and she was just...there. I'm glad I changed the concept of the story. Now ignore my rambling and continue reading!

Chapter 4: The House

The winding trail led to a small, natural made house a few miles north of the cave. The wooden cottage was in a remote area, which no people in sight, but one quickly forgot that small detail.

The house, itself, was made from logs as long as twenty feet. They had been sanded down to created a smooth, slick surface and make building quicker and more manageable. On top of the logs, a thick layer of moss grew, making the inside of the house musky at times but also keeping the inside dry as well by acting like a natural sponge.

An open stable was on the left of the house, and it was home to a strawberry roan mare. She was study, but her features were finely shaped. Curious hazel eyes often explored the surrounding forest and her ears swiveled from the slightest noise made by the neighboring animals. At medium height, she was neither too small nor too big for the boy. Her mane and tail was an almond color, silky to the touch and highly glossy, glinting in the sun. Her mane cascaded in gentle waves down the side of her neck and her tail streamed out with the wind.

She had never been given a name because of the boy’s dilemma, but that hadn’t affected training in the slightest. The mare could tell what her keeper wanted by his aura. However, she was bound by nothing. The stable was merely a shelter, but she enjoyed it. She enjoyed the comfort and the company rather than wandering alone with the wolves tailing close behind her.

On the right of the house, there were three separate pens.

The cow and the goat were together in the one closest to the house. They grazed quietly and close together. They may have not been the same species, but they had been together for a long time, resulting in a bond that only loving family members would have.

Next to the cow and goat, a screened cage held in a single dominant rooster and numerous chickens. They clucked constantly, never giving their tiny lungs a break, but they laid their eggs in great amounts.

In the final wooden pen, eight pigs slipped and slid in the mud formed from last night’s rain. They tumbled and wrestled and preformed strange but hilarious antics.

A large vegetable garden was behind the house, and it grew numerous plants. In the first couple of rows, potatoes and carrots dominated, and the sizes grew the farther one looked. At the very back of the garden, fresh sweet corn grew on the dripping stalks, ripe and ready for picking.

Even further behind the garden, approximately fifty feet away, was a rippling lake. The surface glimmered from the sun and occasional splashes were heard from the fish population. In the distance, one could see the lake morph slowly into a small creek, and at the end was a waterfall.

Everything here was isolated.

It wasn’t anything luxurious, but it was home.

Opening the large door with his back, the boy walked toward the bed in the corner of the cottage and placed the girl’s head gently on the moss-cushioned pillow. The mattress was stuffed with numerous types of leaves and chicken feather, making the mattress more comfortable.

Searching to open room, he found the thin cotton sheet tucked away in the corner of a nearby closet. The sheet would have to do. It would protect her from mosquitoes and making sleeping more comfortable. He grabbed it and covered her body.

Her eyes fluttered open, and an unnatural flush was apparent on her otherwise colorless face. He pressed his cool hand against her burning forehead and her eyes instantly shut.

“Angel” she murmured, her lips set in a frown. She couldn’t see the wings when she had opened her eyes. But she knew they were there, just hiding. They were too real to be fake. But sleep welcomed her into darkness once more.

His crystal blue eyes widened. Angel? He was no angel. He could never be that perfect. He knew that his raging jealously often clouded his logical reasoning, and someone as holy as an angel would have never made the countless mistakes made by him.

Glancing down at her again, he realized that she would need medicines. His clothes wouldn’t be sufficient between the two of them, and a notebook would also be needed for conversation considering what little paper he had.

He pressed his large hand beside the door leading outside, and trailed his hand along until a small groove was felt. Locking his finger, he propped open the tiny compartment and took out a worn fifty dollar bill. That would be enough for a simple shirt and pants at the thrift store as well as a notebook and medication.

Shutting the compartment quietly, he stalked toward the bedside table. His eyes wandered to the yellow sticky notes and he swiftly grabbed a pen and swiftly scrawled a small message.

Be back soon. Stay, you are safe.

It was a simple and effective note. Posting the note on the door, he grabbed his water jug and placed it next to her, she would need it when she awoke. He left the house, making sure to shut the door quietly, and he headed toward the grazing mare.

The boy knew it would be strange entering the small town with a horse, so he devised a plan to draw minimal attention to himself. He would tie the mare up to a tree just outside of the town and walk it. It wasn’t strange seeing hikers head toward the convenience stores around there.

Jumping on her bare back, the teenager galloped away, leaving the fever stricken girl for a short time.