Chapter IX

Damon Who?

I gazed distractedly at the jumble of photos and papers on the cold metal table before me. Officer Winterfield had brought me back to the station (of course). There the took photos of my many (unrelated to the 'kidnapping') injuries and had me shower. Then I was aloud a few hours rest and offered to spend time with my family, (which I declined.)

Now I sat in an interrogation room, several people had been in to question me. I didn't answer any of the question. The door opened and Officer Winterfield entered. "Hi Blake." I yawned pleased to see the look of annoyance on his face at my refusal to use his title.

"Hello… again Naomi." He sighed running a calloused hand through his thinning brown hair. "Are you going to talk now?" I nodded, might as well make my stay interesting. "Good, the sooner you answer our questions the sooner you can go home."

I looked away.

Blake walked by and dropped something on to the table. "These are the clothes you were wearing earlier." I switched my gaze to the plastic encased clothing in front of me. "There's blood on them and it's not yours. It belongs to an unknown male, care to tell us what happened. Don't worry if it was self defense then you aren't responsible."

He paused waiting for me to answer. I didn't.

"Naomi, I thought you were going to talk, you're safe now. It's alright."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I murmured.

"He can't hurt you Naomi, stop protecting him." Blake's voice was stern and demanding.

"Who?" I asked in a soft innocent way.

"Damon!" The officer barked. "The person who kidnapped you! The one who gave you all those bruises!" I winced at the mention of my injuries. They weren't Damon's fault, in fact if it hadn't been for him they could have been much worse.

"Never heard of him." My voice was cold.

"Never heard of him!" Blake was losing his cool fast. "You're mother met him, you're dad saw him kidnap you, you said his name you're self when you were laying on the pavement only a few hours ago!"

"Oh! That Damon." I could see the hope rise in Blake's eyes. "Yeah, I haven't seen him in days."

Blake's hope crashed. I almost laughed. But he didn't give up. Now that he knew I knew who he was taking about he wasn't going to give up.

"Did you escape?" He asked trying a different approach.

"From where?" I questioned ignorantly. This was fun.

"From Damon!" He was literally red in frustration.

"Him, haven't seen him."

"A couple hours ago you were running from an alleyway in hysteria! Why? What happened?"

"There was a big rat, you wouldn't have believed the size of that thing. It looked like one of those hot dog dogs but it was so grossly ugly." I lied trying to keep myself from giggling.

"You were just victim to a horrible crime. Why don't you want us to help."

"You could have fooled me." I scoffed. "All these questions, I feel more like a suspect."

"Tell us what happened and all the questions will stop." Was he trying to bribe me. Cheapskate, he could at least offer money or something.

I yawned again lazily bringing my head to rest on the table. "I ran away from home." It wasn't completely a lie.

"No you didn't. Stop lying!"

"Yes I did. Check my records, it's not the first time."

"You're father saw you kidnapped."

"Step-father." I corrected. "Don't you think I'd want the person found if I was kidnapped. My explanation makes more sense."

"Why are you so difficult?"

"I'm not difficult. You are."

That was it for him. I thought he was going to start tearing out his hair. Instead, (to my disappointment) He stormed out of the room slamming the door behind him. "Someone needs anger management." I chuckled.

Seconds after he left a sharply dressed woman entered the room. "Hi sweetie." She greeted me with a smile.

"Are you my lawyer?" I asked skeptically.

"No, I'm Officer Victoria Brinks. Perhaps you'd feel more comfortable talking to me, you know, woman to woman."

"I want a lawyer." I said sleepily not paying her any attention.

"Why? You're not under arrest, you haven't done anything wrong." I shrugged in response. "Sweetie, we want to help you but we can't if you won't help us." The lights flickered and I immediately sat up alert.

"Finally." I breathed.

"I'm sorry?" Victoria prompted not hearing my words.

"Took you long enough." I hissed catching the woman off guard.

"I had other things to do." Damon growled from the shadows. Victoria jumped a bit at the voice. "I can't leave you alone for five minuets without you finding some trouble." Gracefully Damon emerged out of the shadows as if he'd been there the whole time.

Victoria reached for a gun that wasn't there and then hastily ran to the door.

It was locked.

"Who are you?" She demanded.

"It's me Damon." He chuckled playfully. The officer's face paled.

"Did you come here to rescue me or terrorize people?" I shot.

"Both." He smirked his eyes still on the woman.

"Leave her alone." I warned.

"If you insist." He scowled turning back to me.

"Well it's been fun, thanks for the bath and clothes." I picked up my backpack, (they'd let me keep it after searching it.) "See you, never again, hopefully." I muttered.

"Are you done talking." Damon asked impatiently.

"Yes." I sighed.

"Come one." He offered me his hand. I took it and gasped as a cold black fire engulfed us. "Relax, it won't hurt." He said in a surprisingly soothing voice.

Soon the room faded to darkness. We were out.