Chapter two

Awoken

"It's almost been a week, Kane." A girl's voice whispers fiercely. "Why don't you just give up? Put the poor human out of her misery."

The man apparently named Kane, doesn't say anything in reply. I hear retreating footsteps. The bed creaks slightly.

"Naomi is wrong." His voice whispers into my ear. "You will wake up, because you are alive!" At that word, I jolt up, gasping for breath. The man instantly grips my shoulders, and lightly pushes me back to the bed.

"Do you remember anything?" he asks worried.

"Of course! I remember everything!" I shout, trying to keep tears from spilling out of my full ducts. It's no use. They spill over my face, and I begin to sob.

"Could you see what attacked you?"

"God, I'm not blind!" I screech. "Of course I saw it! No matter how much I wish I didn't."

"Then you should know what it was." He studies my face for a moment. "You are a survivor of a demon attack. Survivors are so rare."

"D-d-d-demon?"

"So you believe it?"

"There's really no other explanation, is there? What the hell else would have four arms, and try to rape an innocent girl on the street?"

"No." I take a deep breath and let everything sink in.

"The girl said that I was asleep for almost a week. What about my dad?" I ask frantically, jolting forward again. And again he pushes me back.

"That's taken care of. You can return home, when you're better." I shake his hands off.

"I'm fine." I shoulder past him and flip off the bed, only to discover that I'm still naked. With my hands on my hips, I turn around. "Where are my clothes." I see Kane, with his head down, trying very hard not to look.

"They were ripped, and torn beyond repair." He muttered. Why's he so afraid to look? He already saw me almost naked. He's seen my breasts. Yes but he was saving your life! I glance over my shoulder. Where did that voice come from? "There are some extra clothes of Naomi's in the bathroom to your right." I grab the sheet off the bed, and wrap it tightly around me. I stumble into the bathroom.

Kane POV

I watch her leaving, with interest. Who is this seer of demons? More importantly, why and how can she see demons? And why would a demon try to rape her? Demons don't rape humans, at least not the normal ones. If they're into breeding half demons, they'll rape psychic humans. Maybe Lucy is psychic. But that demon wasn't after children. There was only pure lust.

Lucy is a beautiful girl. She shouldn't have been out alone, without anyone to protect her. She can't be more than eighteen.

The door to the infirmary opens, and Naomi walks in.

"Kane? I heard shouting. What's going on?"

"Lu…The girl woke up. She's in the bathroom changing."

"Oh, thank the Angel!" She exclaims. "I thought we were going to have to euthanize her."

"Naomi!" I exclaim.

"Yeah, yeah. Be gentle with the near rape victim." She throws her hands up in defeat and walk back out.

Lucy POV

Naomi's clothes are kind of big. I slip on the black Sophe shorts, and the racer back tank top isn't very low cut, but it only shows off the extreme boniness of my shoulders. I regard myself in the mirror. My father used to tell me that my body is so skinny, that if I turn sideways, I would be lost. I laugh silently. I carefully run a brush through my long blond hair, so pale it's almost white. I lace up my sneakers and walk back into the infirmary. Kane is sitting in the same spot in the same position, looking at his feet and fiddling with his hands.

He looks up when I enter the room.

"Oh, good, you didn't pass out again." I feel my face light up, bright red. I look at my feet and let my hair fall in my green eyes. "Come on, you've got to get some food in you." He rests a hand on my shoulder. "Cus you look like you damn near snapping in half." Acting quickly, I hook one arm around his neck, one leg around his waist, and twist around. Kane grunts when he hits the ground. I glare down at him.

"Just because I'm small, doesn't mean I can't defend myself."

"Than why didn't you defend yourself out there?" His brown eyes pierce into mine like daggers, forcing me to lift my head, and look at his angel-like face. Sharp angles, low eyebrows, golden brown eyes, a shaggy halo of golden blond hair. Nothing at all like my waist length, strait, never curling, white hair. "Why?"

"Why?" I shout. "Why? Maybe it was because I was scared! Scared of what could happen! Scared of what was happening?Do you think that I had the time to think about defenses, when some four armed demon, was trying to r-r-ra…" I burst into tears. I collapse to the ground with uncontrollable sobbing. I never expected anything like this to happen to me. Almost raped on the sidewalk, brought into a strange place, and forced into believing in the impossible.

Kane POV

I walk over to Lucy's inert form, lift her into one arm, and lay her head on my shoulder, while I use the other hand to rub her back.

"Just cry, Lucy." I say to her, as she tries to hold the tears back. At hearing my words, she buries her face into my shoulder and cries. I continue to rub her back. I smooth my hand down it. By the Angel, she's tiny. I can feel her spine, and I can hold her in one arm, with next to no effort. "Pretend your tears are your fear." I say. "That's what my mother used to tell me. You tears are your fears, and if you cry, those fears will go away." Her tiny form, shudders violently.

What can I possibly do to make her stop crying? I can think of nothing, so I just cradle her, and rub her back. I let her tears fall on my shoulder, and soak my shirt. They drip down my skin. They seem to fill the dent on my chest, which was created from drawing an irazte so many times. It burns like a blazing hot fire, but in a pleasant way, that makes me wish she'd cry more.