Lucas left later that night. He didn't drink much of the tea he was offered, but neither did Lewis. Hannah ended up making a quick dinner, but when she finished making it, she found Lewis holding a hand to his head with his eyes squeezed shut. She gently tapped a finger to his shoulder, making the other flinch.
"Are you alright?" Hannah asked softly.
"My head is killing me," Lewis said, not looking up.
"Do you want to have something to eat?" Hannah asked.
"No," Lewis said in an apologetic tone. "I think I'll go to bed. Sorry."
"No, it's okay," Hannah said, feeling disappointed but not letting it show. "You get to bed. It's late, anyways." Lewis nodded, gave her a short kiss on the cheek, and headed to the bedroom. The pain that coursed through his head didn't even come from anywhere up top; it came from the top of his mouth, just in the gums. It just spread, giving the illusion that the pain came from his head.
Hannah didn't stop him when he went into the bedroom. She sat down and ate the food she prepared, putting the leftovers in the fridge. After she was finished, she went into the bedroom and went to sleep, just glancing at the sleeping Lewis.
Later that night, Lewis woke up with a dry mouth. He glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table saw the numbers 3:15 am flash across the screen. He got up, noticed his headache(toothache) was gone. The only thing that bothered him was the dryness in his mouth. He left the bedroom and walked down the hall, towards the kitchen. It was dark in the apartment, so he turned on the overhead light.
The figure that appeared in the middle of the kitchen almost made him yell out in surprise. His sleepy mind made him slow, though, and the figure was suddenly up close and held a hand on his mouth.
"It's okay," The figure said - in a voice that was familiar - and slowly removed his hand. "You're not going to scream, are you?"
Lewis took a step backward and looked the figure up and down. He realized the blonde hair, the goatee and the leather jacket too well.
"Lucas?" Lewis said, first in confusion. Then his emotion turned to rage. "What the h*ll are you doing here? And this time of night!"
"I..." Lucas seemed to think for a minute, then looked Lewis up in down. He sighed in defeat. "I'm here for you."
"What the h*ll do you mean?"
"I mean," Lucas paused. "Just look in a mirror."
"Why?" Lewis crossed his arms, looking suspicious at the intruder.
"Because. It'll explain why I'm here."
"By looking in a mirror? How, do tell, is that supposed to explain anything?"
Lucas rolled his eyes. He took Lewis forcefully by the arm and dragged him to the bathroom. Lewis was going on on protests, and tried to yank his arm away, coming close a few times. But Lucas has a tight grip.
"Just look in the mirror," Lucas insisted, and basically shoved Lewis into the bathroom. Lewis turned to him in anger when Lucas let go of his arm.
"Why are you doing this?"
Lucas sighed, glared at Lewis, then grabbed the other's chin and the top of his head and turned it towards the mirror. Lewis' first reaction was to get the hands away from his head, but when he laid eyes on the mirror, he froze. He looked different. His skin was paler than usual, but that wasn't the most alarming part; his eyes were silver. The cornea was not the brown it was hours before; it was shining a bright silver. He yelped and stepped backwards, his hands moving behind him against the wall. He felt something unfamiliar bend his fingers back a bit when he pressed his hands against the wall. He lifted his hand up to his face and saw large, white claws sprouting from his fingertips and he gasped. Lucas watched, leaning on the door frame with a knowing look.
