Chapter Nine:

The bar was also a steakhouse inside. It was nice, I mean the smell was very enjoyable. Musty, rustic, smoky.

I crinkled my nose, slightly as we walked further into the bar. The people, well, mostly men, drank, smoked and ate. They were stuffing their faces, it wasn't the most pleasant thing I've ever seen. Then again I was studying to be a doctor, so I've seen some gruesome things. But, that was in the past, I was going to do something I actually enjoyed now.

I didn't care, though. The people who were in here were themselves. They weren't fooling themselves by acting all high and mighty. Like the people at higher establishments.

They were liars, fake people who fooled themselves and those around them.

I liked this place, no one seemed to be fake in here. And that's what I liked.

Logan looked like he fit in pretty well here. I, on the other hand, stuck out like a sore thumb. My bright and non-leather clothing was different. Not what this place usually saw.

But, few people looked over at us, which I was thankful for. People who didn't really care about me, was good. I didn't need anymore normal people to find out, my parents were enough.

I continued to study the place. Outside it was a brick building, but inside was half wooden, half brick. A good mix, personally.

"Is this place okay?" Logan asked, his voice warm and soft.

"It's perfect." I smiled, looking up at him.

"Good, I didn't know anywhere else to bring you."

"So, I take it you come here often?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

He chuckled. "Yes, they don't have beer at the school."

I laughed. "It's a school, why would they?"

Logan led me to a booth in the back, and I sat down. The seats were stiff, but tolerable. Logan sat across from shrugged. With that,a silence fell over us, until Logan cleared his throat to speak again.

"Sorry, not that good with people."

"Honestly, it's fine. We can be socially awkward together." I smiled, tapping the table with my knuckles.

He chuckled, slightly. "Good,"

The waitress came over to us, an unnecessary warm smile on her face. When she got to us, she looked directly at Logan. "Is there anything I get you?"

Logan's eyes never left my gaze. "Beer."

"Water," I smiled up at her, almost mockingly.

She nodded, seeming to be effected that Logan hadn't even looked at her. I smiled to myself in victory. Logan only seemed to care for me, and that's what mattered.

The waitress had dark auburn hair, and hazel eyes. Obviously had some work done, and flirted with everything that moved. I watched her as she flirted with the next table, and the next.

That's not what gets you good tips, good service does.

The waitress, Cammy, walked back over to us, ready to take our order, and try to make small talk. Which, she honestly wasn't good at.

The television was on at the bar, and it was visible. It was the new, and what does the news talk about, the mutant problem.

"Did you guys hear about the mutant problem?" Cammy asked, her approach bubbly, and happy.

"What mutant problem?" Logan spat. His eyebrow was furrowed, and he looked intimidating.

"Well..." She began, taken a bit off guard. "The mutants, you know..?"

I rolled my eyes. "Please, tell me, what do I know?"

Her eyes were scared, as if she knew what we were. But, at this point, I didn't care, she had pissed me off.

She gulped. "What can I get for you?"

I sighed. Logan ordered a burger, and I ordered a steak. I figured I'd try it, it was a steakhouse after all.

We continued to talk over dinner, until we had finished. Logan paid, and we left.

I was still uncomfortable with the fact that we had to travel by motorcycle. Never liked them, but with Logan, I felt safe. A real kind of safe, not that fake crap that you pretend to have to get through the day.

Logan led me to my room, and we stopped in front of my door.

"Well, I had a great time." I smiled.

"I did too, we should do it again." He rubbed his neck with his hand, looking to be deliberating something.

I cocked my head, trying to decipher what he was doing. "Yeah, we do."

He didn't say anything more, so I decided to say something, because he was too lost in thought.

"Goodnight," I began, my head tilted down, suddenly very shy. I glanced up to look at him, transfixed on the man in front of me.

His eyes seemed to made up their mind, and he leaned down. It only took me a second to what was going on. It made my mind race.

He kissed me. His lips were warm and soft, but the kiss was rough and gentle. I put my hands on his chest, holding on, loosely to his shirt. My heart was racing, and it was pumping such a warm feeling throughout my body. It was so wonderful.

He pulled away, about thirty seconds later. His eyes were bright with happiness that I had accepted his kiss. And a smile lit up both of our faces.

"Goodnight, May."

"Goodnight, Logan." My smiled widened.

I opened my door, and looked at Logan, and then closed my door. I leaned up against it, wondering if this was all just a wonderful dream, or a beautiful reality.

I know it was cheesy, but I pinched myself, just to make sure. And I felt the slight pain, and almost jumped, it was real.

My eyes were tired, but my body was full of adrenaline. I needed sleep, I had training tomorrow.

I walked over to my bed, changing into a black tank top, and some comfy pants. I laid down, and such a weird dream overcame me. If it was just a dream.

I walked through the woods, the darkness of it all was overwhelming. The trees were huge, and the air was cool. Snow was falling, but I couldn't see it as white, but grey.

I heard almost silent footsteps, and they were coming closer, and closer.

It was such a scary atmosphere, I was shaking. I felt hunted, preyed on.

"Logan!" I called out. He could help me, I felt safe around him.

"Logan isn't here." The wind whistled.

I wrapped my arms around my chest. My heart was beating frantically.

"Do not fear." Someone said.

"Show yourself then."

I blinked through the darkness, trying to make out shapes and colors. I squinted, but nothing was visible, besides the trees and the bushes.

A slight light overcame the woods, just enough for me to see. A black cloud came from the opposite side of which I was standing. It was floating, right to me.

I took a step back, as it swirled like a tornado, to the ground. A dark figured appeared from it. I squinted, again, making out his face.

He had black hair, and dark eyes. Chiseled and pale features. He looked handsome and scary, all at once. His lips were full and pink. He was tall and very muscular.

He wore a black leather jacket, and a black button up shirt, and dark jeans. His boots were leather, and worn. He looked quite deadly.

"Hello, May." He smiled.

"How do you know my name?" I was well in control over what I could say or do, but I couldn't change anything else.

He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.

"I'd like some answers, please."

He blinked, but nodded. "I hope you don't fear me, I only wish to be your friend."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes," He nodded.

"What do I call you?" I sat down in the dirt. This was just a dream, and you never got hurt in dreams.

"Call me Pitch." He smiled, sowing off his amazingly white teeth.

Pitch? It sounded like a mutant name.

"Pitch, are you a mutant?" I asked, my voice low, afraid someone else would hear.

"Yes, yes I am." He nodded, walking closer to me, before sitting down.

"What are you here for?" My suspicion raised.

His face was unreadable, hard to figure out was exactly he was thinking. I wonder what his power was. if he was even real.

Shadows seemed to circle around him, and around the woods. The place was very dark, very hard to see him. I could see his face, because it was very pale, and I could still see his outline, but not much else.

He stood up, smiling a bit. "You, my dear, will find that out in time."

The shadows surrounded him, engulfing him in darkness. Then he was gone, just like that.

"Pitch!" I called out.

Then darkness clouded my vision, I screamed, for I was afraid of what was happening to me.

I woke up in a cold sweat. A weird coolness remained on my skin.

I blinked to clear the black dots from my vision. My room was dark, and I reached for my lamp. The light echoed throughout the room.

My eyes searched high and low, for anything. Any sign of life. Any sign of Pitch, the man that was in my dreams.

He felt so real.

I rubbed my neck with my cold hands, my breathing beginning to settle. I got up and got a drink of water from my bathroom. I let it soothe me. I sat on the toilet, and leaned my head on the wall.

There was a mumbling from the room next door.

Logan's room.

He was having a bad dream.