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When she woke she couldn't tell what time of day it was, thanks to the heavy curtains covering the room, and she didn't see a clock from where she lay. Picking her head up carefully from his chest, she looked up at him. He was still asleep, his face was turned slightly hiding the tattoo, arm wrapped protectively around her, looking almost boyish.

Her heart melted at the sight. With his tattoo hidden from sight, and his face relaxed he more resembled the pictures of him she had seen from her internet search. She didn't know much about him even now, but she suspected that he had been a different man before he'd been gotten that tattoo. For a moment she tried imagining what he might have been like, but couldn't truly come up with anything that seemed fitting for the secretive man. Whatever had happened to him had scarred him all the way to his soul, and she doubted she'd ever get the chance to know who'd he once been. It was her loss, and she knew it.

She gently laid her head back down, not having the heart to keep that train of thought going. Wanting to avoid waking him, she kept still, letting her mind wander. Eventually she started thinking over her capture.

She couldn't remember much of the later times, mostly because it was a mix of her mind playing tricks on her and nightmares. She didn't remember anything about her rescue expect for a voice telling her she'd be okay.

Her body seemed to have recovered much quicker than was normal, but she decided not to question that too much, there were more important answers she needed. Like just exactly who was the man lying next to her was, or maybe the better question was what was he?

She looked back up at him again, and watched him sleep. Thoughts of the first time she had seen him came to her, it been her first night at the bar and definitely not her best. He'd walked in with a swagger all his own, no denying he was the best looking man in the crowd. Amber had gotten excited, because with him there it meant tips were going to be good. He'd sat in her section and with one look she'd known better than to believe the front he put up, there saw something there, something to be cautious over. She'd managed to screw up and get his drink order wrong. It wasn't until the bartender told her that she'd grabbed the wrong order did she found out. He'd not said a word to her, just drank the whiskey without complaint. She'd decided then that he could be the devil himself and she'd be happy to be his waitress if it meant he wouldn't yell at her for a mistake or grope her every chance he got.

His eyes drifted open and brought her back to the present.

"Hey." His voice husky from sleep.

She smiled; she loved the sound of his accent mixed with his deep voice. "Hi."

"How do you feel?"

"Great, which I don't think should be the case. At least just not yet." Her body had gone with out nourishment for far too long to feel so good.

He didn't say anything, just looked a little regretful.

"Maybe we should go ahead and have that talk now." No reason to avoid it.

He cleared his throat, opened his mouth and closed it. Then repeated the action.

"How about we get something to eat first," because he obviously wasn't fully functioning just yet.

"Yea. Yea, that sounds good."

They got up and she followed him to the kitchen, which was had a selection of some beer, milk, expired orange juice, a variety of take out boxes, and cereal. She laughed as he gave her a sheepish look as he held out the Captain Crunch and milk. They both ate two bowls of it and she couldn't ever remember thinking cold cereal had ever been so good.

She was trying to figure out how to start the questioning when, much to her surprise, he beat her to it. He told her all about the daimons, Dark-Hunters, him being a squire, about the betrayal that had lead up to his becoming a Dark-Hunter himself, then finding out being the Malachai. How Azure had been looking for him, and how Azure was the one who had abducted her. How he'd had to call the man, Ash, who had betrayed him to save her. He explained everything to her patiently, making sure she understood everything he was telling her.

She sat in stunned silence. Not speaking a single word, as she tried to wrap her mind around the idea that there were worse things out there than vampires, er, daimons. That sitting across from her was a man that had killed himself and was well, technically actually dead…right?

She looked at him and tried to figure out if this was some sort of really sick joke. She studied those swirling silver eyes, the set of his mouth, the tattoo covering a portion of his face, the stubborn line of his jaw, anything that would give him away as lying. Not one of them did, but she already knew he wasn't. Everything he had told her was the truth, and that was the most freighting part of all.

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