Disclaimer: I do not OWN any of the heroes characters or concepts, only Amarante. xD;

Personal Demon Recap.

"Well, I, uh, I am roughly 400 years old. I stopped aging in the 1600's." My first kiss was just with a 400 year old man. 400 years, that is a whole new level of wrong. He is old enough to be my great great great great great grandfather! My thoughts were racing. "Can we please get out of here." Despite the severe age difference, I trusted him more than my father and would rather be with Adam than the man I call Dad.

Infatuation

Adam spoke briefly with my father. Hands were waved and snide remarks were exchanged but ultimately, Adam paid the bill and left with a victory.

"Ready?" He put his hand on the small of my back. "We can walk to my place from here." His arm wrapped around me and guided me along the way. His place?! "Uh, Mist- Adam, is it possible that I can go back to my dorm?" We were walking up the avenue then he paused.

"It is much more comfortable than a dorm, no crazy people, and," He pulled me in for a hug, "you are just too cute to let you leave now." My arms lightly wrapped around him after dangling like sausages in the butcher's window. "Shall we?" I gave a nod and he released me from the hug and continued upon our way to his place.

"Are you always this quiet?" Adam nudged my arm.

"Uh, I guess." He tussled my hair and I gave him a scowl.

"You are so cute!" I glared at him some more. Something had gotten into him. He was very cheery, and I was on the verge of kicking him in the shin. "You should open up some more. You'd have a lot of fun."

"I have fun." I said as we waited for the crosswalk to be free of cars. "It's just," Open up. "I don't want to be left again." I shuffled my foot on the curb.

"I won't leave you." His tone of voice shifted from playful to serious as he lifted my face up and I avoided making eye contact with those eyes that made me melt.

"Everyone does eventually." I closed my eyes trying to keep the tears within.

"Aw, Amary." He kissed my forehead. "There are people in this world that aren't out to hurt you." We stood there at the corner underneath the street light. My eyes blinked away a few tears and Adam wiped off the stray ones that rolled down my cheeks.

I looked up at this man I had just met a few hours before and had a feeling I had seen him. Then it hit me like a steel bat to the face. He was at my mother's funeral. I remember the way he wiped away the tears, the smell of his cologne and the smooth calm feelings he emitted.

"Thank you for coming." My Aunt Beth was saying good-bye to the mourners. "Mr. Monroe, what a surprise to see you here. Thought they had you locked away indefinitely."

"Very funny Beth. You know why I am here. He sent me to see the girl. I have maybe two hours of freedom here then I am to be taken back." A tall blonde man spoke with my aunt.

I could feel my aunt's worry when she came to speak to me as I was sitting on an ottoman. Her arms crossed tightly and her bottom lip clamped between her teeth, "Amarante, Cet homme veux parler à toi." She always spoke to me in French when I was younger, it was my link to my mother.

The tall man pulled up a chair in front of me. His eyes met mine then the tears overflowed and I flew into his chest sobbing and crying. I cursed my father in French and English. "Don't cry little one, she is happier now."

"I remember now. I remember it all. You were at the funeral!" I punched him in the chest "How come you didn't tell me you were that man?"

He rubbed the spot where I punched him. "I didn't think it was all the important." He took my fist in his hands, "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you." We crossed the street and turned down a poorly lit street. "My place is right over here." He pointed to a building when I was grabbed.

"Give me all ya money!" A man pulled a knife to my throat. I felt the cold steel against the nap of my neck. I looked at Adam, who was pulling everything out of his pockets and had them in a pile in his hands. "Take it, take it all just don-" I felt the knife plunge into my side, piercing my insides. The man took off running with the money in his pockets and left behind the bloody knife that sent my side into agonizing pain.

"Amarante!" Adam came to my side and lifted my body up. He kicked open the door to his apartment building and carried me up to the apartment. "Let's call you an ambulance." He pulled the knife out slowly. I nearly fainted seeing the blood on the knife. "Can I lift your shirt up to see where the wound is?" I nodded.

He rolled my shirt up about ten centimeters from the waist of my jeans. As he rolled the shirt slowly up, I felt my skin and insides join each other, repair themselves.

"It's not here. There is nothing, not even a scar." I felt his hands touch my side and travel across the lower hem of the rolled up shirt. He pulled it down and leaned in close to my face. "It was as if it never happened." His lips grazed mine and I blushed immediately. "I wonder," He whispered into my ear, "if just being near me can cause you to pick up my power."

I shook my head quickly, "I-I-I'm not sure. I have to feel the emotions." He kissed my cheek and I sat up from where he had placed me on the couch. "Adam, please don't do that."

"Why?" He cocked his eyebrow.

"I barely know who you are and, well, you're 400 years old." I muffled the last part under my breath.

He began to laugh. "Well, if you take up Angela's offer you can get to know me better."

"I'll think about it." I tucked my bag into my chest holding my knee caps. "Am I supposed to sleep here, or -"

"Of course. I have a king sized bed you can sleep in." I glared at him. "Don't worry, I'll sleep on the couch."

"Oh! I don't want to put you out! I can always sleep on the couch! I insist!" I was waving my hands around.

"If it will make you happy." He got up and came back with a pair of sweats and bedding. "Something for you to sleep in and with." I changed in the bathroom and for being a man, no matter how old, he is fairly neat and decorative.

The clothes he gave to me smelt him and I couldn't help but bury my head in the night shirt as I walked from the bathroom. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I took a few steps out and I bumped into Adam. He had a towel wrapped around his neck and his dress shirt was off and he was in lounge pants. "Uh, I'm so sorry!" I put my hand out to make sure he was okay and I felt his warm skin under my finger tips. Then he was completely still, as if time had frozen.

"Amarante, I need to talk to you." Peter appeared in a split second and then I realized, time really had frozen. He grabbed my hand and when I looked back at Adam, we were gone.

OOC: O PETER YOU BAD BOY!! Don't HURT HERRR!! -gets popcorn- I suggest you get some too, I wrote it and I'm still like O.