John watched they way Cameron moved about their small house. He hated the way she moved. She was so quiet. It was unnerving that way she never made a single noise. Even when she wore her boots he never heard the sound of her feet on the hardwood floor. It wasn't human the way she moved, but then again, neither was she.
He would lie awake at night and listen for the sound of her footfall as she made her way around the house in the dark. He was unable to fall asleep until he heard the creak of a floorboard or some other sign that she was around. He was still afraid she would sneak up on him and kill him in his sleep.
John wasn't sure when his fear turned into obsession. He began looking for her around the house and around school. He told himself that he just wanted to know where she was at all times but he knew it was a lie. There was something extraordinarily graceful about her. She was like a ballerina moving in her own private dance. It was intriguing and dangerous at the same time. Intriguing, but inhuman. Beautiful, but ethereal, like an angel caught in the space between heaven and hell.
One day he caught her dancing to silent music. He watched as she swayed back and forth to an invisible beat. He watched for twenty minutes before he realized she wasn't dancing. She was sparring with herself. He quickly turned away when she stopped and looked at him.
John didn't watch Cameron for weeks after that incident. Then one day he saw her getting dressed and he couldn't look away. He had to remind himself that she was just a robot. A cyborg. A beautiful anatomically correct cyborg, but still, not quite human.
A/N: Not mine, never will be. If it were, I'd be rich and I'm not.