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THIRTY-THREE

THIRTY-THREE

The next time Vivian woke, sunlight poured into the room through a window on the other side of the room. For the first time, Vivian looked at the room. There wasn't much else except for the bed and wardrobe. There was a desk in the corner with a computer monitor and keyboard and mouse sat on it and a small, but comfy office chair was pushed under the desk.

There was a picture as well. Vivian blinked. It was her. Her and Kave at the community centre. Looking around the room again, Vivian spotted Dee's jacket. She was in Dee's room. In Dee's bed. Glancing at the door showed that it was now closed, and Dee was laying in it's way, asleep. He was protecting her. And staying away at her request.

Vivian's eyes burned as her heart swelled. Even though she'd done nothing but scream at him and demand he go away, he was still here. Here with her.

Blinking away the tears that rose, Vivian glanced down to see Kave's neon blue eyes looking at her. He raised his head when she looked at him. Vivian looked at the paper and media Piper had brought for her. Vivian knew why Piper had brought them. After the first several families Vivian had been with, she'd started to shut down. Eventually, back in care, Vivian had started to draw. When James and Piper had first adopted her, it had been their means of communication. The only way Vivian would talk to them.

Picking up the pad, Vivian glanced at Dee. Stupidly, Vivian wanted privacy, but Dee was still sleeping. Looking at Kave showed that he too had closed his eyes, almost as though he knew. But then, he was a pooka, so maybe he did.

Picking up a 2H and HB pencil, Vivian started to draw.

They were sketches. They were for her. They weren't perfect. Once an outline had been establish, colours bloomed in her mind. Vivian let herself have free rein and picked up a red and yellow, flickered with blue and white.

The images were quick. They came and went, but Vivian wanted them out. The colours ranged in the images she drew. Orange; yellow; red; blue; white; black; dark blue; dirty brown; crimson; lemon yellow; dirty grey; green; pink; gold. As Vivian finished a sweep of tiredness grab her, she counted ten images. Then she fell into exhaustion.

Waking, Vivian felt a moment of horror. Dee was looking at her drawings. But then curiosity beat it back. She couldn't remember what she drew.

Dee turned to her when she moved. "Hey," his voice was a quiet whisper.

Vivian swallowed. "Hey," her voice sounded rough.

Dee must have heard it because he moved away, then came back with a glass of water. Careful not to touch her as he handed her the glass.

"Thank you," for the water and for not touching me.

"Your welcome," Dee looked at her for a moment before gesturing the images. "What's all this?"

Vivian leaned over a little. "I don't know."

Holding her hand out, Dee passed her an image. Again, he was careful not to touch her. Vivian looked at the image and knew that this was the first image she'd drawn. It was also the memory she'd seen when she'd touched Ashley.

There was a house burning in the middle of a field. Orange, yellow and blue flames licked at the house and night sky. The bottom window seemed clearer than the rest of the house. There were two people inside. Vivian didn't know who they were, but, her breath got caught in her throat, and her eyes burned as tears rose.

Vivian put the image down, asking Dee for next one. This image was simple and detailed. Fangs and skin. The fangs were about to pierce the skin, and on the skin was a very light shadow of the mark Vivian held on her own neck.