Shuddering in he beginning of a sob, she fell backwards onto her bed and buried her head into the pillow. "I'm sorry," she muttered under her breath. She was sorry to all the mean things she said to Damian.

 Crying herself back to sleep, she fell into dreams that made sense. No nightmares.

(( Dammit DX< ))

Damian awoke, still full from the past days event. He groaned, unhappy that he would see her today. Ugh.

He growled and hurriedly got dressed, grabbing his jacket and left his room. What would he do? Should he be rude? Act like she had just been dreaming?

He didn't know, and he didn't have much time to think about it.

Denthe sleeped peacfully on her bed, calmly ignoring her alrm clock as is started playing Livin' La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin. A soft snore rose from her chest as she rolled over and pressed the Snooze button.

"Five more minutes," she muttered.

[[... Fien...]]

Five minutes pas$ed and her alarm clock went off again. This time, Denthe shot straight up and looked at the time. "Sh*t!" she growled. "I'm going to be late!" Jumping out of bed, she dressed in a hurry and shoved her feet into her combat boots. When everything was were its supposed to be, she snatched her bag and ran out the door.

Damian had fallen asleep in cl*censored*, but that was okay. He woke up in time for the chance to see Denthe.

Then it hit him that she was probably still mad at him. It was going to be anguishing to see her glare of daggers pointed straight at him. But he would get through it.

He just had to make sure no one would hurt her..

( I think some girls had seen him holding her and bringing her to his dorms and they get jealous and start harr*censored*ing her then Prince GothBoy (Damian) comes to the rescue :D and heals her wounds with a blush on his face...(make her get hit on her legs and neck xD ))

[[ Kayz. ]]

AS Denthe rushed to cl*censored*, she was stopped by a line of angry girls. Sliding to a stop a yard away from the girls, she could tell they were fuming with jealousy and anger. "Can I help you?" she asked wearily. 

Then, one girl stepped forward. "What were you doing with our Prince?" she asked.

Denthe raised one eyebrow. "Your Prince?" she asked in disbelief. Denthe chuckle, but it soon fanished as she grew serious. Then she said something that she will probably regret later; "He's mine."

That really set the girls off. For they started to attack her. Then, one girl kicked the back of her knee and she fell to it. Hissing in pain, she felt a blow near the base of her neck.

"B*tch!" she said, gasping in pain.

Damian didn't hear the conversation, but he knew the intent. He heard her gasp of pain and everything in him turned off, only the power inside of him telling him that he needed to protect was alive. An enourmously loud growl escaped his lips, making a lion seem insiginificant next to him.

His eyes turned tark and feiry as he stepped forward and easily swatted a group of girls away. His mind knew nothing but the fact that this girl was his, and his alone. He was the only one who would ever hurt her, even if not purposely.

"You little b*tches! How dare you hurt her?! Things -he spit the word at them- do not deserve to be in my presence. If you ever touch my girl again, I will personally kill every one of you, and take pleasure in doing so! This body aches for blood and if you don't get out of my sight, yours will be shed on this ground. LEAVE ME!"

he roared at them, his fangs protruding past his bottom lip in rage, dripping with the venom he had kept away from Denthe to keep her from changing. He stepped forward with a predatory glint in his eyes, making the girl's scream in complete terror and run from him.

He turned quickly and bent down, looking at Denthe with tenderness in his eyes. The anger was still there, as well as his fangs, but the tenderness in his eyes could not be mistaken for anything else. He couldn't speak, but his fingers fluttered around her helplessly, afraid to anger her, but wanting to help at the same time.

His fangs shrank and he smiled gently.

"I am sorry you had to see me in such a state. Really I am. But I couldn't let them harm you. Forgive me, I shall leave you alone now." he smiled sadly and strated to rise.

Denthe heard what Damian had said. An overwelming urge came over her to slap him, but she didn't. It felt like she couldn't move because of the blow near the base of her neck. What had that girl hit her with? It felt like a very hard heel of a boot.

"I don't want you to leave." 

A faint whisper that p*censored*ed through her lips. And she meant it.

Damian froze and looked back at her. "You're hurt." It was a statement, not a question. His eyes softened into a light blue and he leaned forward, pressing his lips against her throat. He didn't feel the pulsing blood this time, only the pain of the blow she had recieved. His lips tingled against her soft skin, and he pulled away, smiling happily to himself.

"There will still be a light bruise tomorrow, but the pain and breathing should be gone and easier." He said, knowing she probably would slap him in a moment. But he'd take that over her being hurt any day.

Denthe felt the pain ease away. She sighed with relief before narrowing her eyes. Clentching one hand into a fist, she raised her elbow up and snapped it open to her arms fullest extent. But it stopped a few centimeters from his jaw.

"So close, yet so far away," she hissed. "But, thanks." She lowered her arm and stood up.

Denthe shook her head, but as she tried to straighten one of her legs, the knee gave out and she sank down slightly. "Ow..."

Denthe frowned. "Behind my knee joint. One of the girls kicked me there and I went down."