The Great Awakening

Chapter Nine

At lunch, I had looked around warily with thoughts of Damian still on my mind. He wasn't too be seen though so I grabbed the first empty table and proceeded to eat the government food they served us. It was all fine and normal, everyone eating and chattering while my presence being ignored. That is until the air suddenly seemed to be still and the room silenced itself immediately. When I had looked up, it was too late to run. Damian was standing, slightly leaning over the table, looking me directly in the eyes.

"Why hello there." He said slowly and deeply as if every syllable had its own important purpose. I found it hard to swallow.

"Hello." I mumbled before reaching for my chocolate milk.

"You should try out for track. You're incredibly fast." The overconfident smirk was just oozing with sarcasm.

"Gee, thanks. I'll keep that in mind." I felt all the eyes on me, or us. They must have wondered if I knew him. Why did it feel like I did?

Damian took a seat and whisked the chocolate milk out of my hands. He took a whiff of it and looked disgusted. "Well, I think I will try out for the track team." He looked over his shoulder, chuckling to himself.

I grabbed my chocolate milk from his hands. "What are you? Lactose intolerant?"

His head jerked back in my direction, his gaze seeming to chill me. "I guess you could say that."

I made a face before taking a sip of the chocolate milk, tasted pretty damn good to me. I tried not to look Damian directly in the eyes because part of me was afraid that, if I did, he could look into my very soul. He had that air about him and I didn't want any part of it, no matter how good looking he was.

"Tell me something," Damian's words surprised so much that I accidentally looked in his eyes, big mistake. They were like liquid pools of gold... It was almost as if I had seen them before, in those flashes of light and color. "Do you know a lot about your family heritage?"

I winced. What a question. Yeah, we've got magical blood in our family and I got the trait for it. Oh please, that would be the day. "Not particularly, why?" I asked with an incredulous tone.

Damian's face appeared to fall and he sighed, shaking his head. "That's why I'm here, in this town. Trying to learn about my family history. I think I had family who travelled to this area with another family about a couple hundred years ago."

I raised an eyebrow. This just kept getting stranger and stranger. "You don't seem like a guy who is that into... family."

"I lost my parents when I was four, it kind of comes with it."

I fell silent now. Wow, was I an ass or what? Damian stared at his open palms quietly. He didn't seem like a pansy, just hurting which was natural when you lose your parents. Not that I would know or anything.

"Sorry."

"Why? It wasn't your fault."

"Very true."

More silence. I bit my lip trying to figure out what I could say to make this better but all I could was contort my face in a strange way in efforts to come up with something. God, I was an ass.

"Hi Soleil." I looked up to see Cecilia's less-than-bubbly face lingering on Damian's. That stupid bitch. Since when did she ever even notice my existence anymore?

"Hello." My tone was icy. I could tell by Damian's expression of amusement in response. He didn't look up at Cecilia but kept his eyes peeking up at me. Wow, for someone mourning over his parents, he sure was amused by my bitchy habits.

"How have you been? I tried to call you the other day."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you weren't home." That stupid bleach blond dyed bitch was lying through her Crest white teeth.

I cocked my head. "Funny, cause my phone had caller ID."

Cecilia's face fell. "I guess something must be wrong with your phone or something." She mumbled.

"Or maybe something is wrong with your brain." I hissed under my breath. Damian hid his laughter by coughing over it, stupid ass.

Cecilia giggled along with Damian, if only she understood he was laughing at her. "So, who is your new friend?"

"Friend?" I made a face at this. That wasn't the label I wanted with this guy. Acquaintance, maybe.

Damian now looked up as if he had just gotten here. I watched as he stood up, his tall and solid frame looming over Cecilia. I could just see her trying to control her hormones, yet it was still obvious she was smelling his cologne. What a freak.

"Hello, I'm Damian." His voice was deep and rich. Cecilia giggled.

"Pleasure to meet you."

"Oh, the pleasure is all mine." I tried not to gag. God, this guy was really good at throwing on the suave, wasn't he?

Cecilia giggled some more and I started to wish my ears would fall off. "So, do you need someone to show you around?"

"Oh no, Soleil has that job handled." Cecilia and I made the same face and both stifled a 'What?!' at the exact same moment. What was this guy cooking? She shot me a confused but mortified look. "You see," Damian continued, obviously enjoying this moment. "Soleil, well, she's got all my jobs handled."

Cecilia's face turned pink at the sexual insinuation and I tried not to vomit. "Oh, I had no idea..." She mumbled to herself dazed as Damian turned around and patted her rump to get her to start walking back to her table. He sat back obviously amused with himself.

"You're sick, you know that?" I shook my head while folding my arms across my chest.

"I would like that to think that's a great quality to have."

I raised an eyebrow at this statement, as well. "How so?"

"I made her go away, didn't I?" He smiled and sat back, folding his arms behind his head. There was that stupid cocky grin on his face. Well, I had to give him that.

I pursed my lips and tapped my finger on the table impatiently. I didn't know why he was talking to me but it was getting annoying. I didn't like people being right, it got exasperating. Damian looked at the tapping finger obviously annoyed so I continued to do it. I could win at something, right?

Wrong. He snatched up my finger instantly. The speed was so fast I could barely blink my eyes and his grasp felt like the jaws of life. The moment he saw my facial expression he dropped my hand. "Sorry, pet peeve." He mumbled and then pushed his chair out. I watched him walk away and the doors seemed to close in slow motion after he left.

The cafeteria seemed to gaze at me curiously and I couldn't stand it anymore. So, I left too. On the way out, I swore I heard Cecilia raise an eyebrow and chuckle, "Lovers' spat?" God, I hated that girl.

I stood there in the silent hallway for a while looking around. I narrowed my eyes remembering I hadn't even finished my lunch. Oh well, too late to go back and eat it now. I liked the silence though, it was nice especially since I felt one of those ripping headaches coming. It wasn't long until I saw the flashes of liquid gold again, buckling me to the ground in pain. And then, there was... darkness.

I woke up staring at the forest. It nearly took my breath away again. My eyes seemed to pop out of my head with the amazing view. I looked around and found myself utterly lost. The last time I had checked, I was in a hallway seeing all this... gold and feeling the worst pain of my life. Where was I now?

As if to answer my question, Damian appeared with a glass of water. His eyes were trained on my silhouette as if I could combust into flames at any moment. "You're up?" He said bewildered. I stared at him in disbelief. Is this where he lived? Orphan, my ass.

"Just give me the water." My voice was a lot weaker than I thought it would be and that brought me to the distinct memory of my mother trying to give me water only a couple days ago. Was I dying? The cool water cleared any thoughts of that, slowly sipping it, I felt myself getting my strength back. Damian's eyes were fixated on mine as I drank. Should I be accepting drinks from him? "The time?"

Damian glanced outside. "About seven at night."

"Has it been a full day or only a few hours?"

"A few hours."

I sat up. "Well, at least I don't have to worry about my mother thinking I'm dead or kidnapped." I muttered setting the glass down on the glass nightstand.

Damian's face cocked with surprise. "Has this happened to you before?"

"Yeah, a lot lately." I rubbed my eyes and rested my head on one knee that I had bravely brought to my chest. I was too exhausted to worry about what I told this guy. Damian looked at me with another intense gaze and I looked away, staring into the view. "Nice view you got here."

"Thanks, designed it myself." I gave him a sharp look but it didn't last long because my energy gave out. "I have a very well-off benefactor."

"And you couldn't sound more vague..."

"I try."

I hooted at this before laying back down on the white couch. I looked around the spacious living room. It seemed like no one else lived here, it seemed like nobody at all lived here. It was meticulously clean. "You're not human, are you?" The words came out of my mouth before my brain gained enough energy to stop it.

Damian looked out the window as well, his face showed no emotion. "Well, what else would I be?"

"Well, you're not vampire." I mused outwardly.

"For someone so right, you can be so wrong." He said laughing to himself.

I propped myself on my elbows. "You can't be vampire, you were out in the daylight."

Damian stood up and reached out his hand for mine. I took and he helped me up. "I never said I was."


A/N: Sorry, it took so long to update! My birthday was August 25th. :)