"Would you like to go to my room?" he asked sweetly.

I shrugged, "I guess." And with that he led me to his room. I noticed it was secluded, in the very back of the hallway. I looked in rooms that came before his, all empty. Then I started to wonder…was he put here on purpose? I didn't get to choose where I was roomed.

He walked in and I followed right behind him. His room was…weird… It looked as if no one lived in it. Or had ever even stepped in it. It was amazingly clean, bed made perfectly, nothing on the ground, no belongings.

He saw me looking around a bit confused. "I don't sleep very often…" He pointed out. I nodded and sat on his bed. He sat next to me, but at a good distance away. Though I was still uneasy being around a person this long, I was comfortable around him. He didn't seem to mind my back talk or anything. We small talked about the people here and our common interests. Then that question came to my mind again.

"B?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes?" he said.

"Earlier…" I started and he nodded, "What did you mean by similar eyes?" I asked turning to face him with eyes full of curiosity. I realized that and immediately made them go back to normal; blank.

He smirked and said "They are similar, in a special way." Oh great, that helps a shit load. I thought dripping with sarcasm. I gestured with my right hand for him to continue making him sigh.

"Yours can read people. Mine can as well." He stated.

"That is all?" I asked a little let down with that short answer.

He sighed again, probably getting annoyed or something. "Mine are just…slightly different." I rolled my eyes and sighed getting annoyed this time.

"What a wishy-washy answer, B." I bluntly said. He chuckled that I felt like was going to turn into a cackle, but didn't.

"I can see the exact time when people are destined to die, I can see death dates." He said extremely calm. My mouth instinctively opened, then I closed it. I nodded to myself letting it soak in.

"Well, is it good or bad?" I asked. I know I should have felt…I don't know, scared maybe? But I wasn't. I felt genuinely calm around this guy.

"Bad. It's a burden…it's also depressing." He said. I understood why instantly. Not being able to make friends because you know when they will die…that's sad. I thought tapping at the ground of his floor with the tip of my shoes.

"I see…I won't ask when I will die. But, I want you to know that it's okay if it's soon. I lived enough of my life." I said trying to comfort him. I watched as his eyes wandered above my head and he made a small smile and nodded.

"So what is my name?" I asked, knowing he was telling the truth but just for fun I wanted to hear my real name…at least once more.

He smiled and looked above my head, "Eden Edwards." It sounded so…soothing and smooth from him. His low voice was very nice. I nodded and sighed contently. "And…what is your…full…name?" I asked hesitantly. His eyes thinned then returned to normal with a shrug. "Beyond Birthday." I smiled at the name. "…Well I like it." He snorted and stayed quiet.

I came to realize that he had never told anyone his name before. Well, at least not here.

We stayed in a silence for a while.

"Can you tell me about your nightmare? Since you know my biggest secret, you could at least pay me back with a nightmare." He suggestively asked.

I rolled my eyes and gave a small smile. "Why are you so keen on knowing? It's just a stupid nightmare…and I barely know you!" I said and gestured to him up and down. "I don't even know why I'm so determined to know. It just seems very important to me." I sighed and accpected the fact that it wouldn't hurt to tell him…I mean, it's good to get things off your chest right?...

"It was a nightmare about how I got here…" He nodded and hummed in acknowledgment. He even leaned in, probably trying to see my eyes. I was staring at the ground, softly kicking my feet. "They were murdered. I don't know the damned man who did it, but it happened and that is the reason I am here right now." I said firmly. "The nightmare was just a memory from the distant past. Nothing special." I continued, he nodded again and stared at my profile. I sighed and slumped my shoulders. Hah, wow. I feel….better?

"I'm sorry that happened." He said…solemnly? I straightened up and sighed. "How about you? How did you end up here?" I asked, suddenly interested in him and his past. I saw him frown, then look at me, erasing the frown from his lips. "I was abandoned by my parents." I think I got chills at that thought. Your parents leaving you like that. "Why? Where?" I was now very interested. "They were scared of me." I felt like a little bit of my heart broke. These new feelings of 'Care' are weird. "Why?" I knew the question was stupid, but I wanted to know why his own parents would be scared of him…maybe I should be scared of him if they were. But I don't want to be scared of him.

"Because…well I really don't know…probably the way I act though…" I tilted my head. He seems fine to me. "what do you mean the way you act?" he scratched his neck and shrugged. "I am pretty much socially retarded and-" I scoffed loudly "Yeah, like hell you are!" I yelled almost. He made a thinking face and looked at the ground. "I am…really. My parents clearly hated it. And I am also…twisted, I guess you could say." He said, unfazed. He obviously got over his parents. "Twisted how?" I asked remembering he said that as I was in deep thought about this boy.

"Hm…I don't know how to explain." He scratched his head and looked at me. His eyes wander how to my lap where my right hand rested. I noticed as his eyes changed, his pupils getting a bit bigger. It was actually…really attractive. My hand twitched under his gaze and his eyes returned to normal. "Oh, sorry…Erm…can I see your hand?" I tilted my head to the right and lifted my hand cautiously. He took it softly and observed it. Turning it and looking at my palm. He inspected my fingers, and then his gaze came to my knuckles.

That look came back. I sighed and let him do whatever. Though, I wasn't really expecting what he did next. His took out a small pocket knife and un-latched it, never taking his predatory eyes of my hand. I stared at his eyes, the knife barely glancing at. They are amazing. They were black, just black. But I could see, the tiniest hint of crimson red. A deep, dark red. Blood red. I sighed contently at his beautiful eyes, I think I even smiled…

I snapped out of it and focused back on what he was gazing at. He put the blade of the small portable pocket knife to the skin of my index fingers knuckle. I stared, though I wasn't bothered. He pushed on the blade, making it dig into my skin. He grinned as a few drops of blood dripped down his blade. "Hm…" I made a small noise, not from the pain but his grin. It was breathtaking. The pain wasn't a lot. Not enough to make me flinch or react…

He moved my knuckle closer to his mouth. He stared at it, going kind of cross eyed from looking at it so close up. He put his lips around the fresh wound, and ran his tongue across it. I shuddered at the odd-but-good sensation. He started lightly sucking on the knuckle. Was it bad that I was getting turned on from that? What, I've known him for a couple days?

He unlatched from me and smiled at me as he replaced my hand on my lap. I still sat there, staring into his black orbs. His smile turned into a line. "That's why my parents were scared. They most likely still are. It's okay if you're scared as well." He said while he stared back at me. "I'm not. I don't mind your bloodlust. Didn't feel bad." I confirmed. I saw his shoulder loosen and he made a small smile. The curve left his lips and he stared at me with blank eyes.

"Why have you not run away?" He questioned. I was slightly taken aback, but regained my thoughts. I have to remember he isn't used to this…people accepting him…wait? Did I just say I accepted him? Ugh…I guess I did.

"I…I don't know. I guess…that…you listened to my thoughts and feelings so, I listened to yours. I don't want to run away from you, and you have already been run away from enough." I nodded to myself. Why the FUCK am I being so…so…nice… I thought to myself as I looked at my slightly still bleeding knuckle. He grinned, genuinely. His k-9's shining a bit. I couldn't help but smile back.

"Well I shall go now; it's getting a bit late." With that I stood up and pulled down my shirt and pulled up my pants. He stood too, looking at me with a bit of clear sadness in his eyes. He nodded slowly and opened the door for me. I walked out shyly, looking down at the ground and smiling.

I turned to look at him, he was smiling a bit. "Well, see you…whenever…" He frowned and replied with, "Uhm, yeah…" It was awkward…though I wondered why he made such a noticeable frown. Could be just me leaving, or..something else…? He was looking into my eyes, though. Reading me again, I suspected. I…welcomed it. It was a relief but it also made me uneasy. But I felt like I could trust him. I mean, I was obviously the only person he had really talked to…and vice versa.