(recap)
Man I'm not feeling to hot my head is pounding, and my stomach feels extremely queasy. Then all of a sudden I become dizzy and the room seems to spin. I instinctively grab onto Will trying not to fall.
"Whitney, Whitney what's wrong." But his voice starts to fade. I'm trying desperately to keep my eyes open, but with how I'm feeling I just want to relax. So I let go, to let darkness consume me.
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Whitney's (Pov)
I begin to wake from a dreamless sleep, and feel something cold and wet pressed to my forehead.
I slowly open my eyes to only be met with darkness. I also notice that I'm lying on something firm but to soft to be ground. I'm a little confused so I sit up to see where the heck I am. It's just too dark to see anything, I feel a blanket draped over me which was kind of itchy.
I pat around me and feel what I think is a mattress. I must be on a bed, but how I mean I remember feeling really sick, and my head killing me and then.
Then Will calling my name, I must have fainted. I've never fainted in my life before. But I guess there's a just time for everything.
"Whitney is that you?" a voice whispers.
This makes me jump slightly in surprise.
"Yes, Will is that you?" It sounds like him.
"Yeah, hold on a second okay?"
"Okay?"
I can hear him shuffling around, and then a small glow soon lights the room in soft candle light.
I also notice I am in fact lying on a small bed in a very cramped room. It looks more the size of a closet then a bedroom.
I then turn my attention to Will who is sitting on a bed similar to the one I'm lying on. The two beds take up most of the space in the room so there is only about a foot between each other.
"How are you feeling, you've been out for a while." Will asks concern fills his voice.
"I feel fine now, wait how long have I been out?"
"Uh, well kind of the whole day."
"What! The whole day, that's why it's so dark, causes its night?"
"Yeah, I say it's about two or three in the morning somewhere around there."
"Jeez, I can't believe I fainted, and for that long. Where are we?" I look around again. I notice rough worn wood covered walls.
"Well after you fainted I carried you on bored Calder's ship. He let us use this room, than he had, um well, I guess one of his slaves take a look at you. They said you would be fine, that you had a slight fever, and might be dehydrated. So we gave you some water, and um well they changed your cloths." He had started rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
I quickly look down after he said that, and indeed someone had changed me into a simple long sleeved black shirt, and what seemed like sweatpants. This then brought another question to mind.
"Um was this slave (which made me sick to say) a girl by any chance." I'm kind of embarrassed to ask.
"Oh, yeah of course, you think I would let some strange guy change you?" He chuckles slightly at my embarrassment.
"Well no, but I had to ask." Then another thought pops into my head. "Who's Calder?"
"Oh well he's the Captain of this ship, he was the guy that helped us back at the bar. He has the long black hair."
"Oh right (so I did guess right, on who he was) so you were able to persuade him to help us, how did you manage that?"
He seems a bit hesitant to tell me, or maybe he's debating whether to tell me the whole truth.
"Yeah well it wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be. He seemed willing to help knowing that I'm demon. I guess he sees me as part of a brotherhood type of thing".
I have a tiny feeling he's leaving something out, but I guess his explanation makes sense enough. Plus I was just glad to be away from that auction house, and extremely crazy stranger guy that tried to take me.
{"Whitney do not worry, I will come for you, and you will understand more in time."}
Which believe me I didn't forget about, but since I don't want to faint again, I'll try not to worry too much about it. I'm away from him now; I'll be back in my own world before he even has a chance to find me. I have to believe this.
"Whitney, Whitney are you okay?"
Will snapped me from my thoughts, god I need to stop spacing out like that.
"No I'm fine sorry, just thinking."
"Do you want to tell me what you're thinking about? He's staring straight at me hoping for an answer.
"No, I mean it's nothing, I just.... it's nothing." I look down and start playing with my fingers.
"Are you sure, you know you can talk to me, about anything."
"No I'm fine really, It's just a lot has happened in such a short amount of time. It's just kind hard to believe is all." I release a big sigh as I say this.
"Hmm, I guess you're right, a lot has happened, but we'll get through this, and will be back home before you know it." He leans over and pats my shoulder. "Right?"
"Right." I give him a small smile. He always seems to know exactly what to say to reassure me. Then a yawn escapes my mouth. I cover my mouth trying to keep it in.
I don't understand why I'm still tired after sleeping the whole day away, but I'm sure the stress just got to me warring me out.
"We should go back to sleep." His hand that was still on my shoulder traveled up to my forehead and he pressed it there. What the heck is he doing, he's quite close.
"You still feel a little warm." He removed his hand, and bent down to the floor where a small bucket of water was, he grabs the rag that fell from my head onto the bed, and dips it into the water.
"Lay back." He demands. I did as he said and got settled back on the bed. He leans down and brushes some hair from my face, and places the rag on my head very gently.
I can't help, but close my eyes it feels really good.
I feel him pull the covers around me more. I feel like a little kid getting tucked in for bed. But it's very soothing, and Will is being so kind and caring toward me.
I have to be careful not to get too attached to him. I reopen my eyes, and he is staring back into mine.
"Get some sleep okay" he whispers,
"Yeah okay, good night." I whisper back.
"Good night." He backs up and falls onto his bed getting under the cover and settles down. But not before blowing out the candle.
A few moments pass in the darkness, I feel very peaceful and relaxed. But there is still something I have to say before I fall asleep.
"Will?" I whisper out to him.
"Yes?"
"Thank you, for everything."
I manage to get out before I fall into a peaceful sleep. But not before hearing what I think was him saying,
"I should be thanking you."
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Will's (pov)
I can't get to sleep after Whitney said thank you to me. I just have too much on my mind, and I honestly don't feel all that tired just confused.
I just can't get that damn demon guy that tried to take Whitney from me out of my head.
Wait, did I just think that, take Whitney from me, she doesn't belong to me.
God that's another thing that's confusing me Whitney, I keep feeling more and more protective of her. At first I thought it was just me feeling guilty for getting her into this mess, and how innocent and sweet she is.
But when I heard her calling for me inside my head, and how panic she was all I wanted to do was make her safe, and make whoever was hurting her pay.
Then seeing that guy holding her, and trying to leave with her, I got extremely pissed. He was trying to take her from me. That's what I was feeling and thinking at that time.I needed Whitney to stay with me.
Which is strange I hardly know anything about her, and I haven't been with her long enough to care this much. It kind of scares me that this one girl is having this big of an effect on me. I've only ever had myself to look out for, but now I have to take Whitney's well-being into account in every decision I make.
I turn my head to look at her sleeping form; she seems so much more relaxed. If I'm to be honest with myself, I kind of like the idea of having someone to look out for and have someone depend on me. I don't feel so alone anymore which is a nice change.
Then what that other demon said pops into my mind,
"Whitney come back here, you are not safe with him."
He had the nerve to say she's not safe with me. He bought her from an auction house or his boss did, whoever.
It's pissing me off just thinking about it, and I don't even want know what he would have done to her if he did get away with her.
What was even more unnerving is I didn't sense he was a demon till we started fighting. I'm not sure if it was because my powers come and go, or he was able to hide what he is. Either option wasn't one I wanted to think too hard on.
I don't know why I'm letting what he said get to me. Okay that's a lie I do, after he threw Whitney over his shoulder to take her a second time. I just lost it.
When I was fighting with him I was consumed with so much rage, that I can only remember bits and pieces of the fight till eventually everything went black.
Then it was like I was watching myself from inside myself, but I wasn't in control anymore. Like an outer body experience, but still inside your body. Damn I'm just confusing myself all over.
It felt more like pure instinct taking over, but I remember seeing and hearing Whitney;
"Will stop, you need to calm down."
"Please Will calm down, take a deep breath everything going to be okay, so please stop."
I was eventually able to get control back, and feel normal again. Thanks to Whitney, but I had little to no control. I could of hurt her which made what he said bother me even more. I just have to promise myself, not to ever let that happen again.
I feel morning approaching, it must be another demon trait, I can feel what time it is. I look over to Whitney, she's mumbling and rolls over to face me which I have to say is pretty cute.
I lean over to check her temperature, but her eyes start to open, so I pulled back quickly I don't want her to think I was a pervert or something.
"Will?" she says tiredly
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The simple act of caring is heroic. ~Edward Albert~
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Authors note: okay this is just part one I didn't want to long of a chapter so I had to split it. The second part will hopefully be out today. This one was more of their thoughts which I felt I had to be separate from the rest of the chapter. Hope you enjoy
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