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Addisen and Once Upon a Time
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Apr 17, 2014 10:14AM
She felt something watching her.
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Daemon walked to his locker, switched out his books and headed to his next class, not talking once to anyone around him.
She kept walking. She saw someone standing behind her. It looked like when of those people who attacked her.
Right when daemon entered his next class, he sensed an Arum nearby. The sensation was telling him it was near where he came from. When he left Abbie. He dropped his things and sprinted to Abbie.
"Please go. I don't know who they are." She whispered. They threw her across the pavement. She hit it hard.
"Get your hands off of her!" Daemon yelled, running out the doors to the parking lot, where they have carried Abbie to. He punched one in the face, hard, and it slammed against the ground. He whipped out a piece of obsidian from his pocket and killed on of the Arum without hesitation. He went for the next one.
She laid there. She felt her head bleeding. Her vision was blurry. She didn't know where she was. She was confused. She blacked out.
Daemon killed the remaining Arum and then hurried over to Abbie, where she was unconscious. He picked her up and carried her into his car, buckled her in and drove them home.
She relaxed a bit. Her head hurt.
Daemon carried Abbie into his house, laid her on his bed and started to tend to her wounds.
She shifted a bit and moaned in pain.
Daemon waited until she was awake to begin talking to her. He sat by his desk, waiting patiently.
Her eyes were fluttering.
"Yeah." She whispered. She looked around. "Where am I?" She asked. "Who are you?"
"It's daemon and you are at my house," daemon said calmly. "Don't worry, you're safe now,"
"Daemon, your next door neighbor? Don't you remember?" He answered, astonished she didn't remember.
"No um who am I?" She asked confused.
"Abbie," daemon said. "What DO you remember?"
"Um... Everything is fuzzy."
"Can you pick anything out? Like any people or events? Birthday? Parents' names? Friends phone numbers?"
"Um hmm I remember one week and Supernatural?"
'Thats it? I could have a second chance!' Daemon thought, a kernel of hope beginning to form. "Yeah! Remember we watched supernatural and I teased you about dean?"
"No I don't remember that." She whispered.
"I only remember one week. What happened during one week?"
"We hung out a lot, you went to school obviously, and that's pretty much it" daemon said, wanting to give Abbie a second chance.
"Are you okay? You're no hurt too bad?"
"Here, I'll get some pain killer," he said, grabbing the bottle from off his desk, and bringing it back to the bed. He gave her the pain killers and handed her a cup of water.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"Nothing! I was just scared you wouldn't wake up..." He looked away, blushing.
She looked at him. "I'm sorry I don't remember anything."
"It's okay! Really! It's not your fault!" You still remember how to do math and things like that, right?
She looked at him. She thought math. "What exactly is math. I don't think I was good at it."
"You know, 10 plus 20 equals 30?" Variables? Equations?"
"I'm not sure what I know."
" well let's find out!" Daemon grabbed a piece on paper and a pen. He wrote out multiple problems, starting off easier and getting harder as it goes on.
She squinted her eyes. "Is it like alright to do this with a headache?"
"Just try to do the simple stuff, okay? Don't push yourself too hard. If it hurts too much, stop."
"Ok." She looked at the paper. The numbers were all fuzzy and stuff. She saw a two times a what appeared to be a one but could be a one. She couldn't tell.
Daemon watched her as she looked at the first problem. He eyes were all over the place, like she could focus in on anything. "Okay, maybe it's too soon," he said, gently pulling the paper away and taking the pen from her hand and setting them on the bedside table. He gently pushed her down to a laying position by her shoulders. "Just get some rest, okay?" He said, and gave her a small smile.
"Ok." She whispered. She didn't know who he was and it pained her. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "I don't seem to know who you are or who I am." She paused. "I know you tell me but it's not the same as knowing."
"It's okay! Really," he gave her a smile, which pained him. "Just don't worry about me, okay? Worry about yourself, you're the one that got hurt, not me."
