The Secret.

Chapter 2: The Only One

When I woke up the man, I could feel the headache from crying lingering in my head. Slowly my awareness inked back to my body and I realized I wasn't laying on my bed, I was, however, laying on the boy from last night. I tried to keep the study pace of my sleeping breathing, and dared opened my eye ever so slightly. I was partly laying on his chest, and his arm was draped lazy like over me, his hand resting on my hips. He was reading the book that was left on my nightstand, I had never began to start it because of everything else going on. I shifted softly, attempting to seem like I was just casually moving on my sleep. I noticed I was no longer in my dress, I was in a large t-shirt.

I jumped out of bed, causing his fingertips to brush my barehip. The boy looked up at me, closing the book and placeing it back on my nightstand. 

"Goodmorning."

He was so calm and collected. A lot more then I was! I hadn't even kissed a boy let alone been half naked in bed with one. 

"I-How- Why am I in a shirt?!"

He stood up, unfolding his long frame from my bed, his jacket fell open revealing a bare chest. I looked down at the black shirt, slightly skin tight. It was his.

"I didn't know where your night clothing was. And I wasn't going to go through your drawers." He paused for a moment, a soft smile quirking along the corner of his lip. "Unless you wish me to."

I sighed, and rubbed the bridge of my nose. I finally looked at the bizzare boy standing onfront of me. Standing in the sunlight I realized all the little details I didn't pick up on last night. His hair was black, and a deep crimson red. I distantly wondered how long it took him to get his hair to look just perfectly crimson tipped like that. His eyes were a brilliant blue, one of those oceans right at the peek of sunset, and his body? Alright, don't even get me started on all the illegal things I would do to that man. 

Shaking my head I pulling myself from the daydream of this... man pushing me against the wall and taking me. I didn't even know his name. 

"Okay. Okay." I sighed, "I want awnsers. Like now."

He stopped staring out my window, turning to me. The blue eye'd fix he pinned me under sent goosebumps up and along my arms. He leaned on my four poster bedframe, crossing his arms.

"Ask away." 

"Who are you?"

"Aiden."

I took a deep breath. "Well, since you're not falling to your knees, gasping for air-"

He laughed, amused by me. "Yes, I'm your Fighter, Guardian, whatever you wish to call me." 

"I'm your sacrafice..." 

I leaned on my dresser. This meant my life was no longer mine, meaning I was choosing to fight the evil off in this world to protect other people from the monsters that lurked around. You see, when a sacrafice agrees to become the Fighters, their lives become combined. Meaning anything that physically or emotionally hurt the sacrafice, the fighter on the other hand didn't feel anything. 

"Only if you agree." He cut into my train of thought.

"Huh?"

"The details, I know my sister told you, will be if you speak the pledge." 

We stared at each other for awhile. I watched my brother die of this, this very thing. Not that I would feel much remorse leaving behind this family if I was to die, I couldn't. Not after all the crap they've put me through. 

"I just... What happens to you if I don't?"

"I die." He replied, bluntly.

That simple. If the sacrafice rejects their fighter the fighter dies. 

"Why?"

"Because you keep everything in check. I mean, even the slightest pain... it's so much for us to take. We need you to keep everything balanced, scaled. Okay." He waved his hand in the air. "Think of it like a Vampire and blood. The Vampire, me if you will, needs blood, you, to live." 

"Without it they die."

"Bingo, well done my little gem." 

My face went bright red, I mean, sure my name is the representation of a stone, Amethyst. 

"I just.." I sighed. "I don't know you. I barley know your name, I mean..."

He laughed softly, slipping his jacket off. He turned around breifly to place it on my bed, but it was short enough to expose his scars to me. I felt my mouth gape, along his shoulder blades were about 3-4 inch long scars, among other self harm scars. With the black jacket removed, the bandages around his through became very promonate, the same as the ones around his wrists. Crossing his arms over his chest, he watched me.

"You don't date someone you barely know, correct? and this is what I'm pretty much commiting to."

"Well yes." He smirked again, "I don't share." 

We watched each other for awhile, I was correct about one thing; I barley knew him. But I felt something, like a connection. Not sure what it was but I did feel it, a part of me wondered if he had felt it to. I sighed softly, and walked over to my dresser, opening it up I retrived a pair of black boxer shorts and yanked them on. I looked over to Aiden, who wasn't even watching me but enjoying the sunlight along his skin. I knew the sun wasn't going to stay around long, we had another snow storm coming. 

"Go on a date with me." He finally said, breaking the silence.

"Huh?" I blinked, confused as I pulled my hair into a sloppy bun.

"You're saying you don't know me. So join me, today, for a date."

"What time?"

He stopped, glancing at his jacket. "Well, let's say we meet again in an hour, or so?"

An hour or so to decide weither or not I wanted to risk my heart and soul for someone. Someone that I didn't even know. 

"What will we be doing?" I asked, crossing my arms. 

"You'll see. I'll pick you up in a an hour or so." He slung his jacket over his shoulder and walked over to my balcony.

"W...wait!" I called, joggingly slightly till I was less then a foot from him.

He stopped, turning to me. I opened my mouth, then closed it again. What do I say, exactly? Thanks for walking in, turning my world upside down, and changing the way I see everything.

"Yes?" 

"I.."

In one long reach, he pulled me to him, and hugged me tightly to his bare chest. Resting his head ontop of mine, he sighed softly. "I'll see you later, my little gem."

Releasing me, much to my dismay, he turned and hoped off my banister. I ran over to the side, but saw no sign of him. I wasn't sure what to even begin to say, or what to think. Allow me to reinstate my last 24 hours: I was pulled from therapy, relived my brother's death, was told my brother is only my half brother, figured out my mother was a whore, told I was supposed to lay my life down for someone who I didn't even know, I slept with a half naked guy, who's name I didn't know at that point and now I had a date with him.

I growled, run my hand through my hair and headed towards my closet.