Chapter 7

Daemon splashed his face with cold water from the tap of the motel's washroom sink, washing off all the remaining shaving cream. Everything felt surreal. He had woken up to Katy still in his arms, her body snuggled right up against his, and when her eyes opened so did her mouth. She had whispered a sweet good morning before closing her eyes once again, and dropping her head onto his chest. The smile that had appeared on his face, one she had uttered good morning, was impossible to erase. Even now looking in the mirror, his lips held a grin like no other.

He had held her all nigh, as small sobs racked her body in her sleep. As she cried because of all the horrible and revolting things the DOD did to her. The way they manipulated her mind, made her think those she loved were murdered. How she had though that they had killed themselves. And how she didn't believe she was being rescued, those weeks he stayed by her quiet side she had truly believed that this wasn't him, but some crazy DOD helper. And how she admitted that she wanted to not be afraid but was.

The grin was wiped off his lips at that thought.

His heart clenched at the thought of his Katy still afraid of the unknown. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and hold her, whisper that she was safe. But he knew god damn well that she wasn't. He throw down the shaving blade with a force. Why couldn't things have gone as planned? Why had she had to be taken away from him?

So many questions and not a damn soul who could answer them.

Daemon walked out of the washroom, letting his razor to sit in the sink, and be thrown out by the motels maids. He strode into their bedroom, the frown wiped from his lips once he saw his Kitten sitting on their shared bed, her legs tucked underneath her, and the grey book with the half naked man falling out of the sky, in her delicate hands.

"Hey," she says lightly, peeking up at him from behind her book. He was insanely happy that she was actually enjoying the books he had chosen for her. She looked back down at her book, and Daemon watched as her eyes took in the words quickly. He saw a flicker of a smile on her face as she read a certain part.

"What's funny?" He asked, tilting his head. She looked up from her book, smiled shyly at him, before grabbing a piece of paper, most likely the motel's front desk number, placing it in between the pages she was just reading, and closing shut.

"Patch," he tells him, smiling brightly at him, her head tilted to the side.

"Patch? What kind of name is that?" He asks a chuckle rising in his chest.

"What kind of name is Daemon?" She counters, an eyebrow perfectly arched.

"Daemon is a very common name, Kitten." He tells her mockingly strict.

"Especially the one spelled. D. E. A, M. O. N. Yes very common that one is," she says sarcastically.

He smiles at her.

She smiles back.

"He reminds me of you," she says after a time lapse of calming silence passes by.

"I must admit he does have great abs, but I pretty sure I have better ones." He told her raising an eyebrow, before slowly raising his black t-shirt, and exposing his beautifully toned chest. He watched in amusement, as she blushed, her cheeks turning scarlet red. She shook her head at him, silently laughing, her hair falling out of her loose bun. Daemon reached down and moved the piece of hair that had stuck to her cheek, and placed it behind her ears. He leaned his head down, and kissed her forehead. He noticed how she had flinched, and went completely still, but he didn't comment on it.

"Not that," she recovered, her eyes shining once more, "Patch acts like you. He's hilarious, and really horny. He spews innuendoes almost as quickly as you do. He's so sassy, I love him."

Daemon ears rang at the sound of her laughter. She was truly happy. He smiled bigger, his heart clenching in not the normal pain he had been experiencing lately but out of happiness. She had said Patch was like him, and that she loved this fictional character. That had to mean something.

"Thank you sweetheart," he said smirking, while bowing down at her, "but you do not call a man sassy."

"And why not?" She said puffing her chest out, and raising one perfect eye brow up at him.

"Because men cant be sassy." he said in a joking manner, his chin raised as if nothing could be put against his point and be correct.

"Well I love sassy people," she told him un-tucking her legs from under her, and kicking them out, and letting them hang at the end of the bed. "But I guess you could also be an ass whole."

"It's a pleasure to be called an ass whole from you, Kitten." He said sarcastically.

"I'm going to have a shower," she said smiling brightly at him, "and no you can't join."

Daemon pouted at her, and watched as her hips swayed as she walked away from him. He grinned, his heart fluttering in his chest, as he fell back onto the bed. His Katy was back, feisty as ever. She had answered him, in all the ways she would have months ago. He hadn't missed the way she flinched before he placed a kiss to her forehead. It was a surprise to him, seeing how only a day ago she had voluntarily kissed him. But it made sense as to why she would flinch. She had believed for quit awhile now that he wasn't really Daemon. He knew, she knew it was him, now. Maybe she wanted to re-start their whole relationship. Maybe apart of her was still afraid that all she had been experiencing was a lie. That the DOD was still playing her. Maybe she wasn't ready to touch or kiss him intimately. But whatever she wanted he would comply to what she wanted, but he couldn't help but feel sad that he wouldn't be kissing those cherry red lips for awhile.

The DOD had hurt her. Had made her believe things, see things, that no human should ever experience in a span of two weeks, or ever. His Kitten was still afraid of what could happen, still afraid of the DOD.

"I don't want to be, but I am." She had said.

And as she told him that last night, he had seen her fear, the way she clutched his body, and her eyes shone, he knew how incredibly scared she really was. As if she believed that any second he would grab a knife and stab himself, exposing to her that he wasn't really Daemon. Or that the DOD would run in here and take her away again.

She would always be afraid, he thought.

But he doesn't want her to be. He wants her to be the care free Katy he had meet months ago. The one who would dance in her house, in socks, and a large shirt. Who screamed out songs without fully knowing the lyrics. Who pouted at him, in her red two piece bathing suit. Who would clumsily walk through the woods with him, just to get to their swimming spot. Daemon, bit his lip. They would never go back their, they wouldn't be able to. Not with the DOD still after them.

And than it hit him. He needs to end this pointless war with DOD. He needs to stop them.

Daemon jumped off the bed, and ran towards the side table. Ripping open the drawer, he grabbed his cell phone, and ran out the motel room. He calmed his breathing, the plan he had in his head was ridiculous. It was stupid, and would get many killed but it needed to happen. He needed to help his Katy, he needed her to be able to breath, to be able to run outside singing an off tune song and not be afraid of being captured and tormented again.

He quickly dialled the number he had promised he would phone, in less of a emergency.

He needed to end this.

A/n: Wow, it feels like I haven't updated in ages, sorry! It was really hard for me to write this chapter, especially because I haven't wrote in this story for awhile. Hopefully you guys liked it! I loved all you reviews from last chapter, and I hope you guys continue to show your support.

A/N: This chapter is on the extremely short side, because I honestly didn't know how to fill it up. I have everything outlined, major points, and what not. But I don't have little sweet moments, those I come up with as I'm writing. So any ideas you guys could send my way would be really helpful! And I would be extremely thankful!