Chapter 9

It was a new day and Myrah was still in bed resting. Her hair was back to normal, but the blonde in her ombre hair was gone. Her hair was now completely brown and her wound was completely healed but she was still in bed resting. Dante was anxious for Myrah to wake up but he also wanted her to rest. She had been through enough during the short time he's been with her, but he also realized he didn't know shit about her. He didn't know about her past, where she was from, or what she was. He wasn't even sure she knew what she was.

In the living room Dante and Kat pondering about Myrah. Kat sat on the edge of his couch while Dante leaned back in his wooden chair in the corner of the room. He had a Guinness beer in one hand, with his other hand dangled on the side of his chair. "Dante I'm gonna tell you the honest truth. I don't know what she is. I know she's no demon. But she does seem human for the most part." Dante resumed drinking his beer as Kat rubbed her forehead. Dante exhaled before speaking, "I do know one thing; she has to be more human than whatever else she is." He banged the wall behind him before speaking again. "Damn." He sighed, "I have so much questions Kat, so much…" He finished his beer as and threw the empty bottle in the nearest garbage can. Kat looked at Dante with concern, "Myrah seems like a good person but you don't know her. For all I know she's hiding something about her past. Her family was killed off…..even her best friend. That just doesn't happen to ordinary people." Kat grabbed the remote frustrated and switched on the TV. They were showing faces of missing people, and people who were killed. "I can't watch this." Kat changed the channel to a random station and Roseanne was on. Kat leaned back into the sofa watching the comedy with relief; relief that she finally had a moment of normalcy.

Kat happened to bring Dante groceries last night as to why when he walked into the kitchen and opened his fridge, it was full of food. "Maybe I can make some breakfast for her before she wakes up." He took out eggs, cheese, milk, scallions and blueberries out of the fridge before shutting the door with his foot. He placed the contents on the counter, and starting looking through the cupboards. He grabbed pancake mix, black pepper, salt, canned chicken sausages, and a bottle of oil. He paused for a second looking at all the contents in front of him and then closing his eyes. He cracked his knuckled and moved his neck side to side and began his mission on making breakfast.

Kat's eyes were still glued on the TV. She chuckled a couple of times, and burst into laughter occasionally during the Roseanne marathon. Suddenly her nose wiggles catching a scent of what was cooking in the kitchen. "Smells good Dante!" She yelled still with her eyes glued to the TV. Suddenly Kat heard footsteps coming from upstairs. She saw Myrah with her slightly curly brown hair sweeping against her shoulders. She wore a green long sleeve loose shirt, and a pair of Nike bicycle shorts. She wore pink fuzzy slippers, and frames resting in the tip of her nose. "Good morning." Kat waved at the drained girl walking towards her. "Morning." Myrah sat down next to Kat curled up. Myrah had taken a quick shower before coming downstairs. "How are you feeling?" Myrah turned to Kat and smiled. "Tired, but I'm good." Kat wanted to ask her about what happened but when Myrah turned her attention to the TV and saw the sudden joy overtake her she decided it wasn't the best time.

"Oh my god I love this show…and others shows from the 80's and 90's of course." A huge smile stretched across Kat's face as she responded "Me too! The Golden Girls, Designated Women-." Myrah gasped then cut her off. "The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Boy Meets World, Friends-." Kat cut her off and continued, "Saved by the Bell, Family Matters, Married with Children, oh did I mention Sister Sister?" The two burst into laughter as they switched their topic to cartoons of the 90's and early 2000's.

"What the fuck?…..." Dante slowly walked into the living room with pancake mix on his shirt and hands. Dante looked at the two with confusion. "Who would have thought? Kat and Myrah laughing together like best friends? And Kat laughing?" A pillow went flying in his direction and he ducked quickly out of the way and into the kitchen. "Is Dante's in there cooking?" Myrah asked. "Hell yea…he better, after all I bought the groceries." She smiled.

The two were now quiet. They both had their eyes glued on the screen but they weren't really watching the show anymore. "I know you guys were talking about me….about what happened." Kat turned off the TV. "Yea….kind of…." Myrah leaned over with her face buried in her hands. "Before I got here, my hair turned white, my eyes were glowing, I looked…..different. Then I ran into Dante's brother and he tells me things like Dante can't help me, I don't know myself…." Kat placed a hand on her lap, looking at her with worry. "If there's anyone you can trust, believe it's us, Virgil…he's no good."

Dante heard the conversation because of his good hearing. He also wanted to ask her questions but it was best she ate first before anything else. "Is the food ready?!" Myrah yelled. "Yeah, yeah come in grab a plate, breakfast is ready." He sighed before throwing the paper towel in the trash. Myrah and Kat walked into the kitchen and both their faces lit up. "Damn Dante you can definitely throw down in the kitchen." She smirked. "Myrah, Myrah, Myrah if you only knew….Dante hardly cooks for anyone. Ever. Isn't that right Dante?" Kat cackled as Dante raised a brow and nodded at the two. There was blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausages and orange juice on the table. They were all hungry and dug in, stuffing their faces when suddenly the strands of Myrah's hair began to change color slowly. Dante and Kat stopped as they watched her eat, and her appearance slowly changed. Myrah looked up at the two and at this point she was confused. "The fuck are you guys looking at me like that for?" Kat reached for her hair and slightly brushed the strands over her eyes. "Oh my God. Not again." She placed her fork back down in her plate a got up from the table. She quickly exited the kitchen and headed upstairs as the two looked at each other. "Maybe you should try talking to her Dante, you know her a little bit more than I do." He sighed as he rubbed his eyes before getting up and heading upstairs.

He knocked her door a couple of times, but no answer. He slowly opened the door to find Myrah on her knees in front of her bed crying. Dante slowly walked over to Myrah. He didn't know how he should approach her. "I don't know what's wrong with me. My life was fine before…who am I kidding. Everyone I've ever known and loved has been killed, and my punishment is that I have to be alive to witness it all. And now this?"

Dante slowly bent down and helped her up to her bed. Her now golden eyes were now looking down as her tears slowly ran down her cheeks. He placed a hand on her face as his thumb wiped away her tears. Even though he didn't know her long he cared for her and felt the need to protect her, and help her. He slightly tilted his head in her direction so she would be forced to give him eye contact. Her golden eyes looked at his blue ones before closing them. "Babe look at me." She slowly opened her eyes as she bit her bottom lip trying to not burst in to tears. "I know your scared, but I will do everything to help you, and I won't let anything happen to you again. I want you to know that I trust you, and you can trust me."

"I do trust you…. I just don't trust myself. Especially if I don't know what's going on with…" She pulled her white hair over her face. "Me." Dante shagged her hair a bit, as he smiled. "You look sort of cool. You're a beautiful girl you can pull it off." Myrah blinked a couple of times before pushing her hair out of her face. "You think I'm beautiful?" Dante's eyes widened a bit before he regained his composure running his fingers through his hair. "Do you have doubt's about that or something?" She looked down as she responded. "No guy has ever complimented me….then again, I don't think anyone has except for my mother." That deep sadness was returning. "Your beautiful to me." He said kissing her forehead. "Now get dressed because we are going to go on a little adventure and find out what's going on." He winked at her and exited her room.

Sorry! I've been extremely busy and distracted! Hopefully I can write more chapters in peace. =) Sorry again.