Luce's Point of View
I awoke in the morning, stretching out my arms. A faint streak of light came through the window, barely lighting the room. I rolled over, wanting to get back to sleep. My eyes snapped open, as I realized there was someone laying beside me.
"Oh!" I said, sitting up. "Sorry, Cam."
He chuckled. "Its alright., lay back down," he said, patting his chest.
I pursed my lips. "You'd better be kidding."
"I'm not."
I looked up at him, as his lips pulled up into a small smile. His green eyes were soft, as he looked at me. I rolled my eyes, sitting up.
"You are already getting up?" Cam asked.
My eyebrows furrowed, as I looked at the digital clock that was on the side table.
"Cam, it's noon."
His eyes widened. "Well, I didn't get much sleep last night… I was busy. You, however," he said, standing up, "Got to sleep the entire trip."
My eyes couldn't help but lock on his bare chest as he stretched. He paused, his eyes connecting with mine. His lips pulled back into a large smile.
"Was Luce checking me out?" he asked, standing up.
"No," I said, too quickly. My cheeks flushed with color.
"Hmm… I think someone is lying," he replied, his lips stretching wider.
"Oh, stop it," I growled.
His lips pulled back into a huge smirk. "Fine Luce, deny all you want. I may be a demon, but I am not stupid."
I rolled my eyes. He slid his arms into a shirt, and quickly buttoned it up, of course leaving a few open near the top. Typical.
"So," he said, running a hand through his black hair, "what do you want to do today since you are not watched over constantly anymore."
"Aren't you watching over me?"
"Well… yeah, but I am more or less just your friend right now. I'm not in your face always making sure you're alright. Or like Daniel is, so protective he makes sure the air you breath in is safe." He laughed.
I smiled, but guilt washed through me at the same time. "He must really be worried…" I whispered.
"You should have seen him," Cam mumbled. "He was in your room when I went to get your stuff."
I moaned. "Cam, we should go back…"
"So you can be miserable? Luce, everything is alright."
I pursed my lips, looking up at him. His eyes were pleading, as he stared into mine. I cocked my head, my eyebrows furrowing. "You look like you are trying to get me to stay, more to your benefit then mine."
He shrugged, smiling a bit. "Now answer my question," he said, completely avoiding mine. "What do you want to do?"
"I don't know, Cam."
"Well, you are the one who wanted to come here. Now think."
Before I had time to answer, there was a knock on the door. Cam sighed, irritated. He walked over to the door, and paused. "Who is it?" he growled. There was no answer. Just another knock. His fists clenched. "Luce, get down beside the bed. Do not get up."
Oh god… this wasn't good. I leaned down, like he said, barely peeking over the side of the bed. His hand was hovering above the handle, his jaw clenched. He yanked it open, barely having enough time to duck before a silver arrow whizzed by his head. An outcast. I saw the pale figure of a boy enter the room. His hair was a light blond, almost white. I froze, as his head snapped over to me. Chills went down my spine from his completely white eyes. He grinned an evil smirk, lifting his arrow.
"Luce, stay down!" Cam yelled.
The outcast turned back to him, his arrow pointed. Cam slid out of the way, quickly knocking down the outcast. The outcast threw several punches out at Cam, but all missed. Cam pinned the outcast on the floor, yanking one of the arrows out of the case. Suddenly, another arrow was shot into the room, narrowly skimming by Cam's head. He looked up as I did, to see yet another outcast enter the room. My heart dropped, seeing that Cam was outmatched…
"No!" I screamed, jumping from behind the bed.
The outcast's heads turned in my direction. The one that just entered the room raised its bow and arrow, aiming it at me, as the other wrestled in Cam's arms. I screamed, dropping to my hands and knees right as the arrow was shot. We were not going to win this! It is impossible.
I heard a quiet scream, as Cam killed the first outcast. I looked up to see the other advancing on him. Cam's quick movements did not appear to be enough for this one, however. They both seemed evenly matched, ducking and dodging one another at the same time. Up until the outcast knocked Cam to the floor. The outcast pulled out an arrow. It kneeled in front of Cam, positioning the arrow above his heart. Cam threw out his arms, pushing the outcast back.
"Cam!" I screamed.
He barred his teeth, struggling to push back. The outcast put all of his weight down on the arrow, trying his best to shove the arrow into Cam's heart. Cam grunted, pushing back with as much strength he could muster. I panted, my heart accelerating in my chest. I scrambled up, jumping on top of the bed. I almost fell off the other side, my hands trembling as I picked up a silver arrow. I looked over to see that Cam was failing; the arrow was so close to him. I ran over, throwing the arrow at the outcast. It punctured the outcast's skin, making it drop the arrow it held above Cam.
The outcast yelled, falling to the floor. Cam gasped, sitting up. The outcast slowly faded, leaving Cam and I alone. We were both quiet, staring at each other. I fell to my knees, my entire body trembling. Cam slowly stood up, and walked over to me. He kneeled down, wrapping his arms around me. He pulled me up, hugging me close.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice no higher than a whisper.
"Yes," I choked out. "Are you?"
He chuckled. "Always am. Thank you, Luce… no one has ever…" his voice broke off.
"Ever what?"
"Saved my life. Sure I have saved plenty… but no one has saved mine."
My breath hitched, as I tightened my arms around him. Neither of us seemed to want to let go of each other.