Trapped

Chapter21:Wakie-Wakie

     When she finally came to she woke up bolting upright screaming incoherent warnings, swinging around looking for someone.

     "Watch your flank! Blind side, blind side! Look for burgundy!" She shouted more searching around, until her eyes landed on Damon sitting fingers laced together like he was praying, elbows on his knees, as he rested his head on his white knuckles, on the window seal with the moonlight on his back, casting a somber shadow on his front. Her panic dissipated and turned to surprise. She arched an eyebrow and spoke in an inquisitive, shocked tone.

     "Damon?" her voice seemed to snap him out of a meditative state. As he whipped his head up at her, shock and relief washed over his face. Frantic in her words, she began rambling again.

     "Damon? Damon! The rogues! They- we have to!" Realizing her panic he put a hand on the foot of the bed. "Camron, it's ok." -His voice was certain, and reassuring. - Your brothers chased them far into the mountains, then they lost them." She leaned back in relief and accepted the answer for now. Crossing her arms, her voice was calculated as she spoke.

"Fine; for now."- She glanced around the room unfamiliar to her eye- "So, where am I?" He took his hand from the foot of the bed clasping his hands once again. Trying to figure out how to reply, after so much had happened, he didn't want... He cleared his throat and spoke normally, but softly.

     "The Wild Thorn pack house"-he paused- "In- my room..." He could see the fury welling in her eyes, however her voice remained the same. "And why is that?" He couldn't believe it she was calm. Not screaming or yelling like he thought she would. Then Dontae had to chime in, (Nya-hahaha dude you're so fucked. She's going ta rip your nuts off and feed'em to you for dinner.) (Shut up their yours too dick-for-brains.)

     "Hello, Damon!" Camron sounded irritated and impatient. "Why am I here?"

      "Oh, in all the panic after you blacked out, they wanted you somewhere safe and could be watched. So I told them they could use my room." he tightened his already vice like hands.   

     "While you were out I told them every thing that happened from the point I remember in the van." Her eyes grew harder, even colder and her voice more irritable. "Everything"? She quipped. He glanced at the floor under accusing glare. "Okay, not everything, everything. I thought you may want to have something to say about that.

     "Smart, dog". Dontae growled in the back of Damon's head at her comment. "O.k. so let me get this straight, I'm in your room, in your bed. That I understand but why and how in hells name, am I in your clothes." Not that she hated wearing men's clothes. She just hated being in his and with no pants. He could see the anger still radiating from her. 

   Exasperated he dropped his head and sighed in a defeated tone. "Sarah and Lilly did that. Saying something about a girl needs clean cloths". She started chuckling then full blown laughing, laughing so hard her sides hurt, completely eradicating all the tension in the room.

     "So what else is there?" she giggled. In awe he stammered for a second. "Um, so, everyone is down stairs talking. You brothers packed you a bag for when you woke up. It was actually kinda funny, I think they brought your whole wardrobe".

     He stood up and grabbed a bag from across the room and turned on the light. Then he handed her a huge duffel bag stuffed so full it could not zip. "I think your right." She started sorting through clothes as he stood next to the bed. "Once you find something, you can use the shower in the bathroom if you like." He said pointing to a door in the room.

     "Your shampoo and stuff are already in there, so yea." Ignoring that statement she pulled out a pare of dark blue jeans, and a matching black underwear set. "I know I've seen you half naked, but you don't need to see me." He opened his mouth but thought better. So he turned around.   

     "Not going to get you to leave am I?" He looked down at the forest "not as long as I'm in charge of watching you". He muttered firmly. She groaned then slipped off the opposite side of the bed with clothes in hand. He watched her reflection walk away.

     After a hot shower she put on the underwear, bra and pants. She had to laugh as she dried her hair off. Her brothers must have been frantic. She could just see them running around in circles grabbing things and shoving them into the bag with super human strength. There were pants, undies, jackets, scarfs, socks, pajamas, and who knows what else. They had everything, except a single shirt. After towel drying her hair she slung the towel over her shoulders and it covered the breast part of the bra and walked out.

     Damon sat in his chair sideways reading as he waited, listening to the water on in the bathroom run. (Hey, hey! You should go "Check" on her. Wink wink.) Dontae said with lecherous intent. Damon rolled his eyes (Is that all you think about?)

     (Until you mark her yea.) Damon glanced at the bathroom door then down at his neck, still adorned with her necklace, then slumped his head back on he armrest. (You're the reason she hates us.)

     (HA! Nice try! I'm the one who kept us alive until we found her! It was all~ you~ the night Sarah was attacked.) Guilt panged in is chest.

     The door creaked open Damon watched, as it seemed to move in slow motion. Camron sauntered out nonchalantly, with a towel covering her chest. He felt his ears grow warm. Her hair still damp and straight, it felt like he was actually seeing her for the first time. She was tall, trim and had a nice body. Her hair was a light blonde, with a bright pink streak, so that's what it looked like out from under that hood. She moved with purpose, sitting on the bed whilst pulling out a brush.

     Her bear back faced him as she brushed. "How long do you plan on oggeling me you perv?" shocked he didn't realize he was staring and quickly averted his eyes.

     Camron stood up tossing the brush in the bag and headed for the door. As her hand grasped the knob Damon suddenly realized what was happening - what was about to happen. Before he realized his shoulder had slammed aginst the door.

     "What are you doing"? He shouted angrily. The anger boiling with in her made her body burn. Calmly she released the doorknob and glared at him. His body froze, that look, that look, it was that look he had seen when he had pinned her in the backyard. It was that same look at school too. That psychotic burning look that asked for death. Damon wasn't going to waver this time; He glared down at the girl and bellowed firmly.

     "You can't go out like that!" His voice cracking on the last word. She leaned back and crossed her arms revealing a pierced belly button. Both halfs of himself groaned wantingly. A challenging smile across her face as her eyebrows rose. "Oh, cant I?"

     "No." he barked at her.

     "Why?" She questioned sintalatingly, that look still in her eyes. It was like she has two rings around her iris, one a lighter green In the inner, and her natural dark green outer.

     "Why didn't you put a shirt on?!" Damon began to actually get angry. She scratched her damp head as if she was board and didn't care anymore. Her tone was exactly the same. She sighed, "My brothers are great. But when they lose it and try to take care of me. They go way over board. Thus I have everything except a shirt." Dontae chose that moment to chime in. (Remind me to kill them later for their sister being a cock tease.)

     "You still can't go out like that!" She rolled her eyes and shifted her weight. Her legs seemed perfect, but it still took a lot of energy to stand right now. As there was no way in hell she was going to let him in on it. Then it downed on her. "Then give me a shirt." Shock ran across his face along with a sliver of fear. "What?" He squawked. "I can't do that!"

     Her voice responded in a ho-hum tone. "Whatever, fine then." Camron shrugged her shoulders then reached for the door again. She opened the door about an inch when he slapped it closed again. "Stop doing that!" She screams. "Fine just hang on a sec." He began to walk then stopped and ordered "Don't you dare go out that door!"

     After a minuet of arguing with Dontae and agonizing on which shirt to give her, worrying over if he brought the wrong one she would just walk out topless. Damon settled on a plain white button up dress shirt that he had wedged in the back of his closet from when he was smaller. He gave an impatiently tapping Camron the shirt, and she put it on. It was large on her but not as big as one of his own would have been. When he had turned back to the door she had vanished.