AN: Yup I made the second chapter :D And I hope you enjoy it, but really I need more views and hits if this is going to be kept up. So I'll keep on writing 'till I can't write any more, I'd love to hear your opinions aswell!
-StefieTime
The next thing Seven knew was that she was in a warm lit up room, with cozy furniture and someone- she couldn't make out who it was yet; but someone who sat at her bed side, their face close and eager while their arms stood them up on their lap. Her vision cleared as she saw a strange young boy about fourteen or fifteen, her age with welcoming beautiful blue eyes. He smiled as Seven came to and didn't notice that she was slightly gawking at him.
"I'm glad you're finally awake," he said, his voice so smooth and gentle, it felt like rare satin silk in her ears, unlike her wicked foster mother's raspy voice. Then her eyes widened as Seven realized with fear and shock that her mother was actually trying to kill her by throwing her out of the two story house. The memory flashed back at her randomly, that look on her face. Seven thought, was a quick decision to kill me! She almost jumped as she felt the deafening thud ring through her ears as she tried to rush out of her bed covers that were layered on her but the boy realized that Seven was trying to escape and settled her down by pushing back her shoulders onto the pillow.
"Whoa, whoa! Hold on, you're nowhere near ready to get out of this bed," he smiled at her again, but only with a bit more worry and concern, as if she was crazy or something. Seven knew she could barge right through the cute boy to get her way, but he seemed too kind to do that to him.
"I need to get out of here, I'm not safe," It came out as a slur of words since she had just woken up, and she could feel that her hair was a mess but she was in a frantic panic to get out, her mother could be looking for her, and if she found her, maybe she would be able to successfully get rid of her this time.
The boy frowned with questioning brewing in his gestures, he layed back relaxed and he crossed his arms.
"Was this about the person that left you at the lake?" Seven then felt a wave of fear pass over her. Did her mother try to hide her body by casting it into a lake, so it wouldn't ever be seen again? Or was it someone else that thought she was dead. She was frozen in her spot on the bed, as she just stared at the boy, well almost a man, that still looked at her with large wonder building his gaze, he then tore it off by shaking his head and patting the bedding with reassurance.
"I'm sorry to overwhelm you, you should just go to bed and have some rest," he looked up and down her figure; almost rudely, and then added, "you need it." He was just about to turn to get up when Seven took his wrist roughly and pulled him down onto his stool, he then gazed up at her with disbelief. She almost hissed at him, but kept it at a whisper, "look, I'm not having the greatest of days and I have no idea where I even am, so can you please just tell me I can rest with ease." They locked eyes as Seven held fast to his wrist as his eyes turned cold as his nostrils flared with anger, he then sighed sharply and tugged his wrist away from her.
"First of all the name's Seth, and secondly you're in my fathers house, we found you while we were going to pack up for the night from fishing and we went on the regular path we always take went around the lake to go back to our house, and then we found a strange woman, trying to throw something in the lake, and we got curious. We went to go confront her but she just kind of... Ran away when she saw us." he looked back up at her, the curiousity back into his face, his hand now covering his mouth in the thought.
"At first we thought it was a pile of trash in the bag, but once we checked it we found you. We were afraid you've been murdered until; amazingly, your daemon woke up and defended you, so we knew you were alive. So then we decided to you back to our place and I was told by my pa to look after you." He got up again but more quickly this time, and then took a step away from the bed heading towards the door when he turned around, "oh and Delilah and I are gonna get you somethin' to eat, is soup okay?" Seven nodded still gazing at him and noticed the small cougar that was laying at Seth's feet the whole time had gotten up and walked out of the door first and Seth followed closing the door soundlessly behind him.
Once he closed the door and Seven heard him go down the steps, she tried to get up by pushing herself up on her right side but let out a painful cry, however not loud enough that Seth heard from downstairs. She lifted the covers off of her carefully and saw the aftermath of her fall from the window. There was a large bruise ranging from her waist all the way to her already cut ankle. She also realized that she was in a night dress, not her usual clothes. She began to blush red when Seth came back through the door, a serving platter in his hands with freshly cooked tomato soup with shiny utensils, it made her forget she was blushing uncontrollably as she took the tray onto her lap and began to slurp the soup.
Seven then felt a rough hard hand on her head and looked up to see Seth laying it on her forehead, "are you alright?" He asked, while moving his hand to Seven's temples.
"Do you have a fever, you're very red and hot." Seven jerked her head back from his touch and still felt herself blush.
"N-no, I'm fine, thank you." She quickly gathered her spoon in her shaking hands and began to sip the soup again, warm and smooth on her throat. What's wrong with me? Seven thought, he's just trying to help and I'm getting all jumpy. He scratched his head, a little confused by her actions and then shrugged it off, completely oblivious to what she was doing.
"Well okay then, but if you need any help just call for me." He got up once more and left the room. Damian had been quiet the whole time as he was a cat at the foot over bed, just staring at Seven, puzzled at how she was feeling because he felt it too. Then Damian went over and crawled into her arms openly and Seven began to talk, "Damian. That boy... Seth said that you saved me, saved us. But how did you wake up before me? Isn't that impossible?" Damian's golden eyes searched hers trying to think up a good answer but he couldn't he was stumped on how he managed to wake before his other part of his soul.
"I think it was just part of your stubbornness not to die." he tried to force a smile but couldn't, just by the realization that they could have been cast away a long time ago. "we're a stubborn mule the both of us. And now we gotta keep on running until we find a new family of our own, one we can call a home."
Seven nodded in agreement and the bent over the ledge of the bed finding her clothes neatly folded and put on the clean wooden floor. She dug through them to find her jean pants she had worn to sleep in the night before (she believes, she still not sure how long she slept) and shoved her hand into the narrow pockets of it to find the money she stole when she got her last beating, she kept it for just this reason. To get away.
Seven counted it carefully, seeing if all the money was there. Yup, all four hundred and fifty- two dollars were kept safe in her washed out clothing, but she had to keep it safely with her. Seven couldn't risk loosing it again.
Licking her bowl clean, she placed it on the floor since there was no night table, and she got up carefully; now aware of her overgrown bruise, slipped on her clothes and tested her legs, seeing if they were okay to walk and then tested out if she could run.
"Ow," she whimpered as she began to limp again, "okay no running then." But she felt better once she walked cautiously. She delt with her flat brown hair and gathered the platter and got out of the room, just keeping her share of stay in the house. Damian pushed open the door that let out a burst of warm air, most likely from a wood stove. She tip toed, trying not to be noticed by anyone that may have been in the house and went to go find the kitchen which wasn't that hard since the house was fairly small with it's wooden structure and hunting trophies. She was still astonished when she squeezed the soapy foam out of the sponge when she began to scrub still distracted by the furs and awards on the walls. Seven was to busy looking up when a glass cup shattered as it went in the sink, but a harsh force pulled her back and into their protective arms, glass shot up from the impact into the air where her face would have been still casting her look around the house.
She looked up to see whose arms she was wrapped in. It was Seth. If he were a lion, his face would have been pulled back in a gaurded snarl. But his human face was just as protective, his arms still clung to her waist and his arm shielded her face. He removed it and then his charming gaze fell down in view of hers, "are you hurt?" She simply shook her head, but then began to look for a dust pan. He stopped her from grabbing it and she almost frowned, "no," Seth said sternly.
"I'll do it, you should go back to bed, I saw the bruise and I don't like it one bit." She felt it sting a little bit at her hip since she was jerked aside from the glass but instead she continued to try to get the dust pan numerous of times but Seth still blocked her moving his body side to side. Seven got frustrated getting up now face to face with Seth.
"Look, I'm fine! Thank you for helping me again but seriously, stop treating me like a child!" Seth was silent for a moment and Delilah broke into a low growl, "Hush Delilah, it's fine if you think you can manage, but this is still my father's house, and he told me to protect you and keep you safe, and I still don't even know your name." Seven still looked at him with a stubborn glare.
"It's Seven, and the only way I can get better is if you stop protecting me." Seth ignored her demand and was completely obsorbed in her name.
"Seven? Why are you called that?" Seven tensed as she took that offensively, but answered him, "I was born on the seventh year of my brother, the seventh month, the seventh day, and the seventh minute. And they told me I was a lucky baby, so I was called Seven."
"Hm, well then Seven I don't want to argue anymore since I'm going to have to deal with you for a while." She didn't like to hear that as she remembered why she was down there in the first place.
"But when am I going to get out of here?" Seth raised an eye brow at the desperateness in her voice.
"Well you can leave when my father says you can, but other wise not anytime soon. Why is there something you've got to do that's so important that you can't stay a while here?" He began to display innocents and a bit of sadness, she gulped as she wanted to trust him with her story, but she told him an excuse not to.
"It's, complicated. But all I know is that I have to leave," As she tried to get up, he pulled her back down, almost in the same manner she did with him when she was in the bed room but a lot more gentle.
"Is it too complicated that you can't tell me? I could help you through this." She sighed and couldn't hold back any longer, she told him everything from the time she was adopted till then right where she was now. They had both taken a seat half way through the story in a wooden table set that blended in with the whole house, and he sat there sympathy lingering in the air. Seth broke the silence, "I know that you feel that you have to leave, but your the safest here for now, and besides- where would you go? It's blistering cold out there and there are lots of dangerous things that roam around, if we let you go with out any knowledge or guidance that would be considered murder. "
She frowned ever the most harshly as she definatly regretted even telling him and then spat, "fine, if you wont help me I'm going back to bed then!"
She stomped her way upstairs not really caring any more about any other people that were in the house and slammed the door.
Seven stood up straight and strong as she looked around for all of the stuff she had and stuffed it in her bag- she wasn't going to take no for an answer and was going to break out. She did it quickly, ignoring the stiff pain of her muscles and bruises and Damian helped now a bird picking up small belongings and placing it in her bag with his beak. Once she was finished Damian settled on her shoulder preparing to head out their exit, the window and saw a blizzard erupting outside but they were already bundled up and ready to go. They slid down the window cover and the wind blew in their faces, making Damian retreat in her jacket hood as an ermine to keep Seven's neck warm. They slid out and onto the floor. She felt the warmness in her blood freeze just like her will to leave. She might have just met Seth, but it also felt like it was too soon for her to leave him. They ran as fast as they ever could, blinded by the snow; however Seth was right, they didn't even know where to go.