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Chapter 8: Who Am I?

Zoey's POV:

She felt cozy and safe as she began to become conscious once again. She hadn't felt warm and content in a long time, but right now she didn't want to move, she didn't want to remember.

Shifting slightly under the covers she realized she wasn't alone. Her body tensed as a soft breath hit the back of her neck. Her mind was reeling trying desperately to recall how she got in this situation. Like a wave it all came rushing back. She had finally broke down and cried after a day full of stress and suicidal thoughts. The Hunter had comforted and held her until she must have fallen asleep in his arms. The breath she was holding released and she slightly relaxed.

"Why is he different from the rest?" The thoughts swirled in her head and she could find no answer to her question. She knew that he could be dangerous just like the others, he had proven that on the rooftop…but he had stopped himself and then apologized.

Gently lifting her head and struggling to see past the Hunter she just made out the sun shining through the small slit in the door. "It must have stopped raining. That's a relief." With a contented sigh she went to close her eyes again, but instead the Hunter startled awake. With agile reflexes he pulled away from her and flipped off the bed onto all fours. Zoey spun around in the bed slightly spooked and stared at him. He lifted his head and slowly gave a small smile.

With a light laugh she sat up in the bed and swung her legs off the side. "I didn't been to wake y…" Her eyes widened as she realized his hoodie was off and his face was no longer concealed. Seeming to realize this as well, he quickly moved to swipe his hoodie off the floor, but not before Zoey got a good look.

Light, Ash blonde hair hung loosely down across his forehead and was slightly messy after having not been cut in a while. Surprisingly neat eyebrows sat above gorgeous, silver eyes with slightly long lashes. They seemed to be alight with a confident spark which matched the soft smirk that sat on his face, with just the very tip of a white fang poking out. His nose was sharp, but it just accented his high cheekbones and strong jaw. A few smudges of dirt were scattered on his face and it made a smile find its way to her face. A black short-sleeve t-shirt with an unfamiliar band logo on it adorned him and slightly lean, muscular arms sat on each side. She couldn't see his chest and stomach, but she assumed it was just as toned as his arms. What really caught her attention though was the scar on the left side of his neck. It appeared as if two fangs had torn down by his jugular to just past his collarbone. Surprisingly the scar wasn't red or puffy, but just a solid white against his slightly tanner skin.

A blush spread across her face as she realized just how handsome he was. She felt warmth spread from her belly down to her jeans. Stealing her eyes away from his form she willed the feeling to go away. With one final tug his hoodie fell into place and he let out a triumphant growl. Grabbing the edges of the hood he securely set it in place, successfully hiding his face. Turning back to Zoey he stared at her for a moment before he gave a startled yelp and immediately averted his eyes.

Confusion became apparent on her face at his sudden reaction and his eyes that were now staring hard at the floor, and she swore she could see a slight pink tint to his cheeks. She awkwardly looked to both sides of herself and then finally straight down. That's when she realized why he was pointedly keeping his eyes averted. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with nothing but her dark jeans and a lacey, black bra on. Gasping she quickly through her arms across her chest and her eyes darted around the room looking for her hoodie.

Hunter's POV:

He could feel his heart beat hard in his chest. His eyes wondered back to her figure as she wondered around the room in search for her jacket. Her breasts, though restrained by the bra, gave a bounce every time she took a step and he felt himself swallow hard. "She's beautiful.." Heat spread through his body and he felt his pants get a little tighter. With reluctance he pulled his eyes away and grabbed her jacket that had been thrown off the dresser and under the bed.

The Hunter gave an awkward cough and her eyes shot to him. Standing awkwardly staring at the ground, his arm was extended toward her with her red jacket clenched in his hand. Her jacket wasn't the only thing she noticed though as her eyes glanced toward his crotch. Snapping her eyes back to her jacket she tried to ignore that she had just seen how aroused she was making him. Not that it was a bad thing as she felt herself growing hotter and hotter the more she thought about him. Shaking her head she snatched her jacket from his hand.

After she had pulled on her jacket and zipped it up a silence stretched between them. The Hunter appeared uncomfortable as he shifted from foot to foot and seemed anxious to be outside as his eyes kept glancing to the door.

Deciding to break the silence Zoey asked the one question that she wanted to know the most.

"What's your name?" She wasn't sure if he would remember or not, but she couldn't just call him Hunter and associate him with all those other mindless things.

His eyes lifted up to meet hers and they were filled with confusion, "My name…what's my name?" He tried racking his brain for the answer, but anything from his past kept drawing blanks. The more he tried to recall the more frustrated he became at not being able to remember.

"I-I don't k-know." A burning sensation in his throat made it hard to speak; after all he barely ever said anything. "Who was he before all this? Did it even matter now?" He had never really given his past life much thought. Most of the time he was focused on survival and more recently a certain brunette. To think that he had once been a different person was hard to imagine. That maybe he had once had a family or had friends and that maybe they had gone to parties or went to movies. Everything was different now. Although thoughts would come to him to remind him of what objects were when he saw them, nothing had ever made him remember an actual part of who he was. He was sort of glad he didn't remember. It made it easier to accept what he was now and the what the world had become.

A soft expression came into Zoey's features and she gave him a soft smile as placed her hand on his forearm. "It's okay if you don't remember...

Trying again to recall any name, his brain finally seemed to click on it and his eyes shot open, "I don't know i-if it was my na-name, but I remember one name, Damion." He felt a strong feeling as the name passed his lips and somehow just saying it made him realize that it had in fact been his name.

A smile spread across Zoey's face, "I like that name." A smile crossed his face as he looked up at the young woman. He suddenly felt the burn of hunger in the back of his throat and felt a growl escape through his throat. The smile on Zoey's face fell as his eyes stared at her and flashed red. She hesitantly took a step away from him. She couldn't help the slight fear that showed in her eyes as she played back the incident on the airport rooftop.

Seeing fear fill her eyes Damion quickly snapped down the feeling and gave his head a shake to clear it. His posture returned to relaxed, but his eyes stayed body slightly trembled as the sudden urge to feed had come out of nowhere. It was important he ate soon, so that he wouldn't try and attack her like he did before.

"Are you hungry?..."

He wasn't expecting her sudden question and he knew that if he told the truth then she wouldn't trust him to be around her, but he didn't want to lie to her. Instead of a response his eyes downcast and he wouldn't look at her. Shoving his hands in the front of his hoodie his head stayed lowered.

"I saw a meat shop a few stores down, when I pulled you in here. How about we go see if anything is still edible?" He couldn't help the slight tingle of happiness that he felt. She knew she was in danger around him and yet she was choosing to try and help him instead of running away. With an approving growl he moved toward the metal door and opened it. Crouching down on all fours he went to slink out, he could feel her presence following behind him. He didn't make it more than ten feet out the door though before a bullet whizzed past his head and into the brick wall. Without thinking he leapt back in front of Zoey in a protective stance and gave a snarl.

An obnoxious voice broke the silence, "I hate sweatshirt boys."

Zoey's eyes widened as she shoved past Damion and around the turn he had started to take.

"Is that?..."

I think we all know who it is. :P Please review!