Blood Bandits

23.

I was still holding my breath about as I kept my gaze on Damon. I held my towel close to my chest. How was this possible? August was a vampire and now Damon was a witch. No, this had to be a sick joke that I didn't really have time for. This wasn't funny and I sure wasn't in the mood for games. But the scary part was the fact that I knew they weren't kidding.

"Uh, you can put clothes on if you're uncomfortable." Damon said, bringing me out of my trance.

My eyes were on his but I couldn't find my voice. He probably thought I was losing my mind but that wasn't the case. Was it? As I watched him, his piercing blue eyes watched me back. Probably wondering what was going on with me. I'm sure he couldn't call me crazy I mean he was calling himself a witch or warlock. What the hell ever.

"Amina!" He snapped his fingers causing me to come back to earth.

"What? Yes?" I asked, stumbling over my words.

"Did you hear what I said?" He asked as if I'd zoned out throughout the whole conversation.

I shook my head and cleared my throat, trying to get my thoughts together. Focusing back on him and what he said, my brain tried to gather all of the information that was given and reply back with a sensible response.

"So you're telling me that you're a witch?" I asked, making sure what I heard was correct.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Warlock and yes. Like August is a vampire."

I cocked my head back and frowned. "Wait what? How do you know August and how do you know what he is? Oh my gosh, I need to sit down."

Damon quickly made his way over to where I was standing to grab my arm and help to a chair. I was pulled away from him and smiled tightly. I didn't need any help. Well not in the way he thought. But maybe I did help. Witches, Warlocks and Vampires.. This was the world I was living and I never knew it.

I grabbed the edge of the table and sat down slowly in the chair that was by the window. Closing my eyes briefly, I slammed my in my head as my elbows sat on the table.

"Do you need a drink?" He asked unsure of what to do.

"No, I don't need a drink. I want you to tell me what the hell is going on. Why me huh? You're telling me that Vampires and Warlocks are just walking around here like normal people? And how do you and August know each other?" I asked, letting my all thoughts just tumble out at one time.

There was no answer but I felt my hands getting pulled away from my face. Looking up, Damon was staring down at me. If someone told me just a couple of weeks ago that I would be in this position I wouldn't have believed them. Maybe even punched them in the face but here I was facing everything that I was always taught was a lie. Things that gave people nightmares. Things that went bump in the night. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that this would happen to me. Ever.

"One question at a time. I don't know why it's you. All I know is that you're special and there is a reason you came to New Orleans. It was meant for us to meet you and we are going to figure it out. Yes Warlock and vampires exist. I don't know how but we do and we always have. Call it mythology. I have no idea. I'll get back to you." He chuckled, making me laugh a little.

I smiled and shook my head. "Ok and how do you and August know each other?"

It was his turn to sigh but before he could answer, there was a knock on my door. I jumped just a bit, my shakiness getting the best of me.

"Don't worry, I will get it. Go put some clothes on and I'll take care of it." Damon comforted and I nodded.

Standing up, I walked over to grab my clothes that were on the bed ready for me to put on and walked into the bathroom. It wasn't until I closed the door that I heard Damon opened the door. I sighed and rushed to put on my sweats and T shirt. I looked awful. Terrible. But there was pretty much nothing I could do at this time. The bags under my eyes were very noticeable. My skin was clammy my hair was a curly mess. But oh well, I had other things to worry about at this moment.