The days were a fiery haze of color, as I fell into an inevitable darkness. The minutes turned into my heartbeats, ever so fragile and the hours moved like the waking seconds I had. The days were then my terrible screams, waking in a cold sweat. Unable to move, unable to feel, to hear or see. The weeks were my practices as the wings on my back would only just then shudder and quake, demand to be released.

I see a darkness spreading; I see the small epicenter of light shrinking, ever so slowly. Then it changes, and the light fights the darkness. I believe this is the balance, so to say. Yes, I have hallucinations.

Sometimes it is the winged monster falling from the sky, its face twisted in rage. An ugly malformation of life. Then it breathes thick smog, and I see myself mutated as well. The wings on my back fall, my arms elongate and I scream a piercing wail.

The nightmares are not much better. I had one just a second ago, of a white mammoth plunging a dagger into me and cackling its hideous laugh. Now I am up in bed again. This is my first waking in days, I realize, and peer around the room.

White washed walls in the sheer of darkness are faintly visible, a chest of drawers and the queen bed I lay on. I pull back the sheets and examine myself, gasping in horror. Mutilations cover my skin, blotches of grey, black, red and yellow.

A strangled cry escapes my lips and I force away the tears bridging my eyes harshly. I raise my hands and capture my bangs, furiously shaking my head. No! It couldn't have been that bad. Yes- yes I am overreacting. Nothing that terrible could have happened.

Proof- that is what I need. I spring from my bed and land on my feet with a start. The pain courses from my feet, ricocheting against my bones in its wake. I take a step, eyes damp and fall forward unable to restrain my motions.

I guess I didn't see him there. Against the corner I think he was, hidden in shadow. A quick blur was all I saw, and then I fell into an utter chasm of passion. The fire stokes itself as I breath in cloves and allspice radiating around this- this thing.

His alto voice doesn't help much in restraint.

"Ryou-" he breathes against my hair and gently- ever so gently I want to scream- lifts me to the bed.

In the rugged moonlight, his features are distorted somehow. The sharp eyes are there, filled with a bitter and cold longing, but most of him remains in shadow. Under his heavy gaze I falter and feel heat rise into my cheeks.

That reveals to me his ebony teeth; so much like fangs I blink to focus. Then see that they are fangs. Tiny protrusions emerging from his canines. It seemed so right I don't say a word then, as all I could think of is how that luscious mouth would taste.

My mysterious stranger moves and in the light I see his tall frame, reflecting only for a second on his silver shirt. Perfectly toned chest hidden underneath thin fabric, I scowl at the censor and fight to stay awake.

I cannot leave before I know-

The time for speaking is already over I realize. My dark nurse- for that is what I will call him- steps closer to the bed. I see his arrogance in the hard planes if his face.

He sits on the bed and moves his face close to mine scanning in the darkness. A minute passes and nothing happens. Then in an embarrassing instant I clutch my hand to my mouth and vomit violently all over my dark nurse.

I hear his curse as he rushes me to a bathroom. I fall prey to the sickness and let the shuddering pulses overtake me.

Tears mix with my blood and twirl together. The dark nurse scoffs and falls down beside me.

"You OWE me own kid," he growls and leans against my back, arms falling loosely over me. My stomach fidgets again and I scream a mix between a curse and a sob emptying my contents once again. My dark nurse growls and his hands move to my stomach, smoothing lightly.

I balk at the feeling, but soon get used to it as the twinges slow. As they eventually stop I fall against my nurse sobbing outright. I don't want to be such a wimp- I really don't! It's just so painful, like small fire eating its way across my limbs, devouring my innards slowly.

The solid rock of muscle beneath me shifts and I fall into deep brown eyes. A smirk lights them and I am lifted once again feeling ridiculously light in his strength. I am deposited again on the bed and lock my arms around my dark nurses neck. I can't stay alone again. In his arms protection fills me, and I can't stand being apart again. He grunts and moves my arms away easily.

"Please...don't leave me alone tonight," I whisper pathetically. He looks down at my sad face and I see an odd light in his eyes. He sits on the edge of the bed and growls,

"I'll stay here until you fall asleep."

That is enough for me and a smirk crawls onto my face. My dark angel looks down curious and I take his moment of distraction, wrapping my arms round his midsection. The dark one moans deeply in his throat, to the surprise of me and falls down backwards on the bed.

"Let go of me- or die Ryou."

His words hold such poison, they burn my heart and feelings harshly. I whimper and release my hold on the one I did once cares for. I thought- I... he hates me! Rejecting the twisted evil truth I fly to the end of the bed and curl into a ball.

He disregards my muffled sobs and shrugs out the door. When the sounds of footsteps stop suddenly I look up straight into the gaze my dark nurse. His teeth glint and lower to my neck. I cringe as the thoughts run through my head quickly of monsters.

Nothing happens and I peer up cautiously, and feel before I see the soft white locks of hair. My eyes widen and I drop my chin slowly into the white snow-like material. The caress is simple yet it fills me with something I can't- am afraid to realize. My dark nurse grumbles and sets his jaw firmly on my shoulder.

His pressure opens more then one wound, but I grit my teeth loudly and bring my arms up stiffly to the white cascade of nothing, yet everything. The foul tempered man leans into my touch as I plunge my hands into his hair. He sniffs and pulls back bringing my hands with him that slide out easily. My dark nurse looks down at me.

My jaw goes slack at his next comment-

"Don't call me a nurse"

Cliffy- at least I THINK it's a cliffy... eh what ever.