I slowly opened my eyes, the sunlight poured into my room and I quickly retreated under the blanket to escape from temporary blindness. After a few minutes I pushed the blanket to the end of the bed with my feet. I wasn't sure what time it was, since there was No alarm clock to kill my dreams. I slowly stood up and walked over to a chair in the corner of the room. Folded neatly, was tight black leather pants, a grey tank-top, a leather jacket, and a pair of black boots. I held up the clothing and gazed at it for a second. This definitely was not my style. I shrugged and put on the clothes anyway. After I was fully clothed, I put my hair in a ponytail with the one hair tie I had. A knock on my door startled me.
"Luna? You awake? It's eleven O'clock." A voice asked from the opposite side.
I rushed to the door and opened it to find Conrad as standing outside with his hands in his pants pocket. He wore black jeans, a belt with knives on it, a tight black shirt and held a similar leather jacket in his arms. I looked him up and down quickly. That tight shirt really brought out his muscles. He waved a hand in front of my face.
"Why you staring at me like that? Never seen a well dressed man before?" He winked.
My face turned bright red as I tried to hide my smirk.
"Well dressed? You look like your part of some kind of cult." I teased. He chuckled as he raised an eyebrow at me.
"I'm hurt, Ms. Slade. Truly hurt." I pushed him playfully and he grinned. He always looked as if he was grinning with those scars that ran from the corner of his mouth to his cheek bone. I once again was caught staring at him, although this time he didn't find it funny.
"Hey, quit it." He said covering part of the scar with his hand.
"I'm sorry!" I said catching myself.
"It's fine. But you look mighty fine in those clothes, Ms. Slade." I squirmed uncomfortably .
"Not really my style, Mr. starkway."
"I apologize, It's all we own." I nodded at him. He smiled and grabbed my hand, leading me down the hallway.
"Hungry?" He asked.
"Not really." I shrugged.
"Suit yourself. Mrs. Aspen makes the best meals around."
"Are you trying to bribe me, Mr. Starkway?" I grinned.
"Possibly." He replied with a smile. We stopped at door and pushed it open.
"I figured we should talk more." he said entering the room. I followed him.
"Talk more about what?" I asked glancing at him.
"The Nephilim, and who you actually are. Not who you were brought up to be." He replied.
I looked around the room, appalled. The room was huge, and the dark walls were lined with books. Candles lit the room, as well as a fire place near a sofa and a rocking chair where you could enjoy reading.
"Our library is exquisite, we put a lot of hard work into it. We have books of all kinds, anything you could possibly dream of." Conrad babbled on.
I ran my fingers over the bind of the books, admiring each and everyone. The books left grey dust on my finger tips, as I did so.
"Over here," Conrad pointed at a book surrounded by glass walls,
"Is our most prized possession, The Codex of the Nephilim."
I glanced at him, but I wasn't paying any attention to what he was saying. I looked back at the book shelf and squinted at one book. The bind of the book wasn't like the rest, The writting on it was in a different language. It actually appeared to be in hieroglyphics. I pulled the book out from the shelf and brushed the dust off of it.
