Gabriel sat down on the bed his nervous excitement was gone.
“I don’t have a good feeling about this” Dawn said closing the door.
“Don’t tell me we’re not going.” Gabriel said watching the daemon cross the room to sit beside him.
“We are but…”he sighed “I don’t know.”
“I've never seen another daemon stand and stare at you when you go all daemony” Gabriel said wriggling his hand to indicate daemony Dawn stared at him then burst out laughing.
“What’s daemony?” he grinned Gabriel shoved his shoulder.
“You know what I mean.” He growled as he realized he'd missed the daemons deep laugh.
“I do” Dawn said calming down.
“You haven’t laughed properly for ages.” Gabriel said quietly picking at a loose thread on his jeans. Dawn's fingers beneath his chin made him look up.
“Neither have you.” He said seriously.
“I don’t tend to” Gabriel said.
“There are times.” Dawn smiled “it’s rare but it happens.”
“Dawn” Gabriel said.
“I want to go home.”
“And me” Dawn sighed letting the vampyre go.
That evening Dawn was in the bathroom he used boiled water from the kettle to wash his face and hands he sat on the side of the bath and unrolled his note for the hundredth time.
‘Dawn’ it read ‘I am closer than you think, I'm looking over all of you. Take care from a very old friend.’
Dawn sighed and rerolling the note returned it to his pocket. Then rubbing his head he stood up the writing was familiar, not Amarantine's but someone else he growled to himself as the memory slipped away.
“Come on Dawn” Gabriel knocked on the door the daemon looked down at his arm the light bandage had pinprick spots of blood where he'd taken the stitches out of the smaller cut. Opening the door he stopped to look at Gabriel in a sleeveless black t-shirt and light, black cotton trousers. The clothes showed the vampyres slim form and Dawn smiled. Gabriel turned to see him.
“You okay?” the vampyre asked Dawn nodded. “You’re pale Dawn.”
“It’s not like I can top up my tan here sweetie.” Dawn laughed quietly.
“True but you weren’t pale earlier.” Gabriel stated strapping his swords to his belt.
“I think I'm just worried,” Dawn said as Sylver appeared at the open door.
“Ready?” he grinned.