Amber's Eyes

Chapter 7

Okay here is Chapter 7!!XD I'm sorry it took so long but it's finally here. Alright enjoy

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As soon as I open my eyes I know that I'm not in my room or even my house. It looks like an old warehouse from the inside and I'm on the cold cement floor. I slowly get up holding my head because it feels like I'm hungover. I look left and right then feel around for my gun and realize it's not on me. I hear chuckling and I whip my head around to see Damian leaning against an old pillar that has chips in it.

“Morning, sunshine.” He laughs at the scowl on my face.

“You're going to give me brain damage if you keep knocking me out.” I groan as I hold my head. He laughs more. “Now is there a reason you took me to this warehouse or are just stupid enough to kidnap a cop?”

I glance around the crappy, run down, empty room.

“It's about your mom.” I snap my head back to him and narrow my eyes.

“What about her?” I harshly ask.

“Calm down. I just need to know what happened that night.” He states.

“Yeah sure,” I say sarcastically, “as soon as you tell me what you are.” I smile at him. I get up from the ground and walk over to him. “What do you want to know about my mother, anyways?”

“I need a play-by-play of what happened that night. At first I thought they were after you because you saw them kill her,” I wince at the memory flowing through my mind. “but know I'm not so sure. They seem to want you just as much as they wanted your mother.” He looks at me up and down. “I just don't know why.”

“What so these 'demons' killed my mom, why?” I look at him, “And what are you?”

“Yes, demons killed your mother and what I am is a little more complicated. All you need to know is that I have many powers.” He seems so serious and I'm still having a hard time digesting all of this.

“That still doesn't explain why you took me hear.” I scream at him. My anger blowing through the roof. “Why couldn't you talk to me, in my own house like a civilized person?” He chuckles again.

“Feisty. Well, princess, your house is being watched, first of all, and we couldn't talk there. And second of all, you got stabbed, but when I went to stitch you up you were all healed. Which leaves me to believe, you're not entirely human yourself.”

I stare at him for a few seconds before bursting out laughing. “Good one you probably used one of your 'powers' and healed me.” I say still laughing.

He puts a hand over his heart in mocked hurt. “You don't believe me? I'm wounded.”

I roll my eyes. “You'll survive.” I tell him.

“Doesn't matter if you believe me or not, I still need to know what happened that night.” Damian demanded.

I look at him and the memories that haunt my dreams come flowing in one by one. “It was my thirteenth birthday and my mom and I were celebrating. That night we were walking through Prospect Park...” as I tell him the story I get lost in my past. “and suddenly the lights started to flicker and light bulbs broke, randomly. We walk for a little bit then she stopped and told me to hide and no matter what not to scream. I hide under the bench when those two men came towards her. They acted like they knew her and she didn't abject. I just thought she was acting, know I don't know. One of the guys said they have been searching for her. I watched as he took the knife out and killed my mom.” I breath through my nose. “Is that what you want to hear? Make me relive the past?”