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DAMIEN’S HISTORY 
 The hallway was black, I couldn’t make out anything, I could hear Damien’s quieteven breathing, drowned out by my quick paced breaths, and poundingheartbeat. He squeezed my hand gently and led me forward, I thought I wasgoing to trip but I somehow kept my balance, as I heard a doorknob turn, and thelow creak of a door opening. The musty smell of old books and tobaccooverwhelmed me. Suddenly there was a click and the room became brilliantlybright. My eyes squinted against the light as I became accustomed to the room. There was a huge, curved window to the east of me, hidden by cream verticalblinds. The western wall was more of an overflowing bookcase, than anythingelse. There was a desk facing north against the wall, and a light cream rugoccupied most of the open space. Damien let go of my hand, crossing the roomtowards the desk, turning towards me and leaning against the edge. His handunthinkingly stroked the varnished surface, while his thoughts must have takenhim somewhere far away. His eyebrows pulled together into a frown while hestared unfocused at his hand.I crossed the room too and put my hand against his face, pulling it up so that Icould look him in the eyes. His face relaxed as he focused on me, lifting the handfrom the desk and placing it gently on my waist pulling me closer to him. I smiledand stroked his face before I asked “So...I’m guessing this is the room where Mr.Gravel changed you?” That smaller part of my mind itched as it had done whenDamien said this was the Lunar Hotel. I could sense there was something it wastrying to tell me but I quickly focused back on his face. He smiled and nodded atme.“It was 1968, I was 19.” He murmured This information shocked me and my eyes widened in alarm. 1968?“But...Shouldn’t you?” I choked, unable to finish my sentence.He placed a finger to my lips, and his mouth pulled up into a smirk“I’m getting there Talia. Some patience please” he laughed at my dumbfoundedexpression. I always knew in my mind that this man was too marvellous to behuman. But getting my suspicions confirmed was something I was not expecting.“Terrence was my biology teacher at the time. He had always shown a greatinterest in me, saying I was his best pupil and that he had great plans for me” hecontinued. “I had no idea just how ‘great’ those plans were” he laughed darkly athimself shaking his head infinitesimally. “After a while Terrence started showingmore and more interest in me. Keeping me behind after class, doing variousexperiments with me, and asking me what I thought about his theories” hesighed, and then gave a small exhausted shrug. “I didn’t think anything of it atthe time” he whispered. I kept my hand on his face, staying silent, waiting forhim to carry on. He sighed and his eyes drifted towards the wall bookcase beforehe spoke.“He kept me behind after every lesson, each time he would thrust a differentbook under my nose, excitedly jabbing at ancient scientific beliefs, andexperiments he wanted to try. I would always roll my eyes at his ideas as theybecame more ridiculous and less realistic by the day. I always tried to explain therational reasons why his experiments wouldn’t work. But he never paidattention.” He frowned as he said the last part. “One day” he whispered, his eyesdropping from the bookcase, and staring absently at the floor.“He kept me behind after class. ‘Damien!’ he had hissed excitedly, I knew itwould just be another book, and another stupid experiment he wanted to put
 
into practice. ‘I think I’ve got it!’ he exclaimed. His eyes were so bright withexcitement, I didn’t want to hurt his feelings and just walk out the door, so Idecided to humour him. He leaned in closer to me, as if someone else waslistening ‘we can’t do it here’ he had whispered. ‘You’ll have to come back withme where I do my studying’. His eyes shone bright as he was speaking at me Icould feel the excitement rolling off of him. ‘Well thanks Sir, but my mother’sgonna be waiting and all that so...’ I had stuttered. His new attitude frightenedme a little bit, but he had none of it, he waved my excuse off with his hand andput his arm round my shoulder. ‘No, no, no dear boy! Just explain when you gethome. She’ll understand! Come now, we have much to do Damien’ I decided Ishould just get it over and done with. His enthusiasm did make me curious” Hechuckled at the memory. I couldn’t help but smile at the way he laughed. It wassuch an angelic noise.“He brought me back here” he pointed at the room with his chin as he spoke,before finally turning his gaze back to me and smirking. “I had the same reactionto the house as you did. And that was before it was crumpled and dusty”I smiled at him pleasantly, trying to keep a cool face and not show how weak atthe knees I felt whenever I stared into his glowing green eyes.“He had told me about mythical creatures and how they could be inducedthrough humans as I sat there. To be honest, I felt...bored. I knew this stuff wasmake-belief and in my mind I was worrying about what I was going to say to mymother when I got home late.” He breathed a laugh gently“As he spoke he was constantly darting about the room, fidgeting with differentpapers, and book pages, and test tubes filled with a clear green liquid. His eyessparked as he lifted up one test tube, as if it was some precious jewel. ‘This’ hehad said ‘is the future Damien; this will change our lives forever’ he whispered.And then he looked at me, a new edge to his face as he smirked. ‘Well, maybeyour life more than mine’ I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about; I justraised an eyebrow at his irrational ways, wondering if teaching had made him gomad. It wasn’t until he flexed his other arm, that I realised he had somethingbehind his back. I asked him what it was, confused. He grinned at me andbrought his arm forward. It was a needle, filled with the same green liquid thathe was worshipping earlier. I didn’t even have a chance to ask what it was. Heplunged it in my neck and my vision went black” He took a deep breath andexhaled slowly frowning at the memory. “When I awoke” he said with a smallsmile on his lips “I felt...well...brilliant” he breathed a laugh.“I could smell everything, hear everything and could see...” he shook his head inamazement “like I’ve never seen anything before. It was so...clear”He grinned at me then and pulled me tighter to him before pressing his lips tothe hollow of my throat. “You can’t imagine how I felt when I saw you the firsttime” he whispered against my skin. I shuddered when I felt the tremor of hisbreath as he laughed against my neck. His nose drew a line up the side of myface and he buried his head in my hair, running his fingers through it before hebreathed a sigh and leaned away. His eyes seemed peaceful and he smiledwarmly at me. “When I did wake up, he was there, leaning over me. I was tied to some kind of metal bed, but the restraints felt harmless. I felt so strong that breaking themwould be effortless. But I was more eager to find out what had happened to methan anything else. I shouted at him to explain. He spoke of a mythical creaturecalled a Lugat” his face twisted as he said the creature’s name.“He babbled on about it originating from Albania and that it was the mostharmless of his kind, feeding very briefly on its victims, and not actually killingthem” He made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat.
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