Suddenly, Zylvan growled and her arm shifted under the blanket. "Die, scum," she said loud enough for Damon to hear. She rolled over again, but she moved into the couch and had to stop in mid-roll.

Damon looked up,alarmed.

"I am not scum,"He growled,his pupils dilating.If only she was looking at him 

Zylvan smiled as she seemed to hear him, but her eyes remained closed as she dreamed on.

-Time skipping to morning... kay?-

As the night slowly faded into the early morning rays of the new day, the rain had stopped and there were some clouds in the sky. Zylvan, as usual, slept in on this Saturday morning. She was still on the couch with the blanket that Acheron had covered her in was now in a heap on the floor. One arm was hanging of the couch and she was drooling slightly on her pillow.

Damon was lucky he never went anywhere without his ring,or he'd be a pile of ash until sundown.He got up,the room still misty.He felt brave,and went into her kitchen,well,more like glided,and got a gla.ss of orange juice.He put it on the table nearest to her,before getting one for himself.After drinking it,he washed and put the cup away,since evidence wasn't needed or wanted.

((It's funny,because he doesn't know her name yet XD)) 

[[XD That is funny!]]

Zylvan woke with a snort and glanced around. Asheron was probably out with his friends while their parents were at work. She sighed and lifted herself off the couch and slowly made her way to the stairs that lead to her room. She was still in her clothes from the day before.

When she was in her room, she grabbed a new change of clothes and plodded to the bathroom where she shut and locked the door so she could take a shower.

((Hiya Crimfais!!))

Damon suppressed a laugh,as it was evident that she couldn't see him.He bolted up to her room,and sat on her bed as he cleared the mist,waiting for her to come out of the shower 

As Zylvan showered, she couldn't shake the feeling that somebody was watching her. But from a different perspective. Narrowing her eyes, she finished her shower by shutting off the water and wrapping a white towel around her body.

She dried off quickly and put her clothes on; which where the same as every other days. [[Teh clothes in her picture, basically]] With her hair still wet, she walked out of the bathroom and into her room to put a comb through it. But she miscalculated the distance and ran into her bed. Zylvan stumbled and her hands made contact with Damon's arm.

A cold chill ran up and down her spine.

((Sure,))

Damon retracted his hand,now wet

"Hello,there," 

Zylvan narrowed her eyes. "What are you doing here?" she asked. Her voice cold and distant.

"What's with the hostility?"Damon asked,looking innocent

"I have to watch over you," 

Zylvan snorted at the sound of his innocent-sounding voice. She went to smack him, but she missed. Grumbling, she turned away from him. "I can look after myself." Then she walked to her dresser where her brush was kept and let it tame her wild, wet hair.

But one thing is for certian, Zylvan Stormfeather is not a morning person.

Zylvan growled and thwaked Damon with the smooth edge of the brush. Her hair was now tame and lay - still wet - against her head, neck, and shoulders. "Back off," she said before wandering out of her room.

Damon only laughed,following her out of the room.The mist returned,smothering them.

"Anyway.Have any plans?" 

Zylvan stopped dead in the middle of the hall. Her hands were clentched into fists. And her eyes were narrowed until they were only gray slits. "Why do you care, scum?" she growled.

[[Chanceh! I just had an idea, but I want to know what you think of it;

What if Zylvan was like a witch?]]

((Ok,))

"Just asking.Oh,and can you please stop calling me 'scum',please?"Damon asked,sa he flitted to her side

"I can show you things no one else can,so why are you so hostile?" 

OoC://

So your cool with it?

BiC://

Zylvan lips suddenly flicked up into a smile. Red and black magic swirled around her fists. Using her sense, she figured out that Damon was right next her her. Spinning around with the speed of a vampire, the back of her fist made contact with his jaw.

"Hihoshi," she hissed as fire exploded from her skin. [That is japanese for Firestar]

Then she took off down the hall. Damn! How she hated the vampire.