Mutation

He’s coming tonight. I can feel it; I don’t know who, but I can. I think it’s something in the wind, the way it blows with the subtle undertone, as if announcing his arrival.

I have been waiting for this night for a long time, for him to come and find me here. It took him longer then I thought, but that doesn’t matter. The only thing that does mater is him being here.

How long ago was it since he was with me last, I can’t remember. Actually, I can’t remember anything, not even who I am. But I do remember him, every little detail about him. I cling to those memories, the only glimmers of hope that I have.

I wish they’d take these damned needles out of me, they itch something fierce, and there’s nothing I can do about it. They ended up strapping me down after about the fifth time I tried ripping the needles and tubes out of me.

Now I lay here cursing the nurses that come in... and waiting.

My skin tingles with anticipation, I can tell it won’t be long now.

The nurse, far too bubbly for her own good, mentions something about how I seem to be having a getting better, that I’ve bee having a ‘good day’. Good only because I have been quiet since I could feel him coming. I usually curse and scream at the nurse who comes in to tend to me. I don’t know why, but I can’t stand to have anybody touch me.

I roll my head over and glare at her, I can’t be bothered to waste my words on this whelp today. It must have been one of my better glares, because she goes pale and backs away. She doesn’t even offer a good bye as she damn near bolts out of the room.

He’d be proud of me if he saw that.

But who is he? He’s not the one that is coming, but another. Similar to him I think, but I can’t remember.

As soon as it comes, the memory and images are gone, and all I can remember is the one I am waiting for.

Why am I even in here? I can’t remember that, or what happened. My guess is that something bad happened to me. Yes, that must be it, otherwise why would they keep me here. That, and the fact that I felt as though I was hit by a ton of bricks, when I first woke up in here.

I think that was at least a month ago, but I don’t know how long I was in here before that.

A shiver runs up my spine, and I know that he is in the building now. Very soon he will find me here, I can feel my stomach flutter the closer he comes. Although I have been waiting for this, I find myself nervous more that I can remember being.

The nurse comes back, this time with an orderly and one of the idiot doctors. Probably to pump me full of drugs again. Normally I wouldn’t mind, I would welcome the chance to escape into sleep to dream of him, but not now. Not when he is so close.

I glare at them, but the doctor orders the nurse and orderly to hold me down while he injects the drugs. As they get closer, I snarl at them. This causes the nurse to hang back, but it only phases the orderly a moment. Then he’s moving to hold my legs down, the only part of me that they haven’t strapped down.

The moment he touches me, my mind screams of hurtful things, and my skin burns at his touch. I scream for him to stop, to leave me alone. I scream for him to stop hurting me, to please leave me be. I don’t know if he really is hurting me, but my mind tells me he is, so I go with it.

The nurse runs out of the room, most likely to get more help, the bitch. The doctor taking the chance while I am screaming at the orderly to make his way towards me. I fight to get free, but the straps just won’t give.

He readies the needle, and the moment I see it I am frightened. I don’t know why though. My mind stops telling me what to do, gripped with fear as the orderly gets a better hold on my legs. I give up on fighting them, knowing I can not win, but I keep pleading for them not to do this. I want to be awake when he comes. I need to be awake.

The doctor raises the needle to inject it into me, and I close my eyes tightly, not wanting to see this. I can’t see this, it hurts too much. I brace myself for the pain of the needle going in, but it doesn’t come.

In it’s place is a gun shot, and the sound of the needle hitting the floor. The doctor yells, and I think I smell blood now. Serves him right the smarmy bastard. The orderly lets my legs go, and I hear him being thrown into the hallway. I can hear the gun cock, then the doctor running out after the orderly.

The door is closed, then locked, followed by a long silence. I hear him coming closer to me, then pause.

“Damon?” So soft and tentative. Almost as though a part of him is afraid. Of what, I do not know. Why should he have the need to be afraid, especially of me?

I turn my head to him and open my eyes slowly, the first thing I see is the silver hair, and I know it’s him. I meet his glowing green eyes, and that confirms it. I’d know those beautiful eyes anywhere. Those are the eyes I have been dreaming about since I woke up in this god forsaken place.

The moment my mind realizes this, all the memories come back. All the emotions come back, and it’s like the flood gates have been opened all the way.

“Yazuu...” my voice softer then his had been. I am stopped by the sobs that want to come, and I don’t fight the tears. As they flow, the butterflies dissolve, and I am left with knowing that no matter what happens now, I’ll be alright.

I go to move a hand out for him, but am stopped by the straps. I almost want to cry, and I pull against it in frustration.

He reaches out and puts his hand over mine, calming me instantly. I look up to him all blurry eyed, and he whispers, “allow me.”

I just nod and watch him as he undoes the straps, rubbing my wrists which have been rubbed raw from them. As soon as I am free; free from the straps and of the tubes and needles, I wrap my arms rightly around him, sobbing into his neck. “Please, don’t leave me here. Don’t make me stay. Yazuu, please!”

He seems hesitant at first, but he relaxes, and finally gathers me into his arms, murmuring back into my ear. “I won’t leave you. Not now, not ever. You’re mine, Damon, and mine alone. Nobody else can have you, no matter what they do.”

Those words calming me, and melting me to the core, and I know that I will never be in a safer place then in his arms.

He picks me up to take me home, and out of this hell hole. I’m sure the doctors will protest, but they can’t do anything to stop him.

I murmur my words of love for him, and before I drift off in his arms, I hear him whisper softly...

“I love you too Damon.”