I woke up suddenly the next morning. It couldnt have been 7:00, yet. Classes started at 8, so my lazy butt got up as late as possible. Outside, it was still fairly dark. I could tell by looking out the window, which was perpendicular to my bed.
I looked at my alarm clock. 4:38...
Doing all of this in a slow and sleepy motion, I hadnt even realized there was a shadow standing over me. I rose my drunk-like head to the figure only to recognize it as Dameon. What seemed like a dream to me yesterday had once again come back as reality. All sleep was knocked out of my head as fear replaced it. I shook my head abruptly and got a better look at him to make sure I wasnt hallucinating.
"You know my secret," He said, starring at me. He looked almost menacing with his dark eyes.
"Yes..." I responded quietly.
"Please dont tell anyone..Until I'm ready...Please..." Now his menacing look turned into a pleading look. I would have almost felt sorry for him, if I wasnt too busy trying to get some courage from the scraps of 'Gryffindor' I had left in me.
"I w-wont. I p-prom-mise," I stuttered and mentally slapped myself. He was harmless! To me, at least! Stop it, Katherine!
He sighed and slowly sat on my bed. I wanted to scream or breathharshly or widenmy eyes. But I just took a huge gulp, took a nice long breath, closed my eyes, and settled myself down. All this time I was sitting up on my knuckles. I sat up compleatly and straitened my hair out.
"You're going to be my trainer in the Danger Room," He said this more as a statement, and he was no longer looking at me, but at my hands, for some reason.
"Yeah. I'll take care of you, dont worry," I tried smiling at him, even if he wasny paying attention to my face.
"Thank you...You know...For everything..." His slightly chilly hand brushed past my fingers, on purpose I persumed. He looked back up at me, and we had a small starring contest for a few minutes. As I looked at him, I started to study his facial features and tried to remember them. My thing was if I starred at a person too long, I just memorized their face. Sort of like I was afraid that I might forget what they look like...
I guess since I wasnt saying anything, he gently started touching my hand again with his. In this slow process, it ended up that his hand found its way to have rested on top of mine. I just kept studying his jaw line, cheeks, forehead, lips, teeth, and eyes. I was still able to see what was going on in the corner of my eye, but no harm was being done, so no action was needed from me at the time.
I finalled snapped out of my daze when I realized he had stood up. With a wink, he was gone. Vanished.
I let my head fall back onto my pillow as I covered my face with my hands and let out a very quiet squel so as to not wake the other girls from either fear, digust, angst, lust, confussion, drowsyness, or any of those certain feelings.
I went back to sleep as I realized that the next day, after classes, would be our first Danger Room practice together...