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I awoke on a bed and sat up. I didn't know where I was and I was worried that I died.

'Finally.' I thought to myself.

I saw Dorian and smiled. He came and sat next to me on the bed.

"Am I dead?" I asked hopefully.

"No, you are very much alive."

I was happy yet I was mad. I had been a live enough years to be bored with it. I looked at Dorian and noticed that he was smiling. I smiled and looked around. The house was huge and I was surprised by the view from the window.

"You live here alone?" I asked.

"Yes. It is a little lonely but I'm used to it."

"You aren't married?"

"Me? Married? That's a good one." He said with a little laugh.

I looked at the door and saw a hallway with pictures on it. I started to get up but Dorian stopped me. I gave him a strange look but stayed on the bed.

"You know it's funny. I got bandages and things for the cut on your throat while you were sleeping. I was about to wash it when I found out it wasn't there. It just disappeared like thin air."

"Well I think it's funny that you are the only man to walk out of that bar when there were two men with swords."

Dorian grabbed his cane and pulled at it. I jumped at the sight of a sword and grinned. I ran my hand over it and felt the sharpness. I pressed my finger against the point of the sword until I saw blood. Dorian put his sword away and grabbed my hand. I smiled as the wound disappeared. Dorian looked at me with shock but at the same time amusement.

"I'm lucky you aren't a vampire or I'd be dead." I said.

"What did those men want?" Dorian asked as he put my hand to his face.

I was so shocked at the softness of his skin. It was so smooth and he took his hand away but I left my hand on his face. Dorian took my hand and held it. I was shocked that I was letting him do this to me. I was surprised I was even going along with it myself.

"They were people I knew. They were my friends and took care of me until I ran away. I was going to go back but on my way, I saw them murder these poor, helpless people. I gasped and the heard me and I ran off with them behind me."

"What were they gonna do?"

"Try to kill me. Wouldn't be the first time though."

I looked at Dorian and could see care in his eyes. I was still surprised that he even helped me at all. I looked at my hand and pulled it back.

"Why'd you help me?"

"I couldn't let anything happen to you."

"Why? You don't know me."

"I know that. I am just a helpful guy."

"Okay. So can I have a look around?"

"Are you up to it? You inhaled a lot of smoke."

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Where are you staying?"

"Excuse me?"

"I need to know where you live to drop you off."

"Well, I live with that guy…"

"You can live with me."

"Really? Okay. Um let me go get my clothes and…"

"No worries. I'll get you some clothes. How old are you?"

I thought a while. Should I tell him? Why not, no big deal right?

"Seventeen. Why?"

"Just wondering."

At that Dorian left and I went to the window. There was a place to sit so I sat and got lost in the view. Seventeen. HA! I couldn't tell Dorian the truth. It would be weird. I wasn't sure how to even say it. Once I get to know him better I'll tell him the truth…