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Finally... I got through to Darvire in my 'interrogations'... No! Not probably in the way you're probably thinking. He's finally talking to me, as in the way we first met. Although we weren't talking like 5 year olds. I'll recount what went on inside the room. Maybe that will untangle my wrapped up emotions.

I shut off the recording devices outside the Enclosure Room, then set the cameras on a loop--a little trick I learned from Cati--so Darvire would be walking around... sitting... and sleeping... while he would be talking to me all the while.
I slipped my identity card through the slot, and had the camera read my iris. Automatically, I had Cati (who was in Building 2, in a room, on a complex set of computers, recapping my every move; she was not a happy camper, what so ever) erase the data that I had ever entered that room at o'12 hundred hours. The metallic door slid soundlessly open. Darvire got up from his cot. This room was not meant for comfort. Just housing for people who 'didn't deserve for proper respect'(as the Mistress would put it).
"Why are you here again?" His voice sounded hard, but I knew he was relieved that I was here. He thought they were recording everything and the cameras were working.
"The camera's on a loop, and I shut down recording system. We're free to talk... About anything." I sat down at the metal table with shackles bolted on it and the floor, and folded my hands. I scratched my knuckles were metal had been welded onto my bones. "I'm sorry... I didn't know..." I started confessing. I dared not to look at Darvire's marvelous red eyes. He was cute when he was little... And now he was just more good looking... Odd. I haven't had these feelings... Since... Something in my brain stopped me from remembering my past.
"Talitha..." His words made me look up at him. He looked tired. His red shirt under his black matrix jacket was dirty. "You've changed." He sniffed. "I can tell from the way your blood smells." I remembered the cut on my forehead, above my right eye. That was from capturing him. He sat down on the table. "What have they done to you little Talitha?"
Near him, I actually felt little. Everyone else--even Cati--I felt powerful around them. I had totally forgotten the reason I had even came into his room. "I-I..." I faltered. Could I trust him?
"You're not used to me, are you? Not used to my... presence." Darvire cut in my thoughts. He seemed so reassuring, and solid.
The microchip right below my ear suddenly buzzed: "Lith, come on! Ask him your stuff, and get out of there! I can't hold this loop forever. The People will notice soon enough!" Cati. "Okay, okay..." I mumbled. Darvire's eyes turned to slits and starred me down. "Who were you talking to?"
"Just Cati... Telling me to hurry." I just gestured to my ear. "I'm not supposed to be here Darvire."
"Then go."
"But..."
"Go."
"Do you trust me?"
The question caught him off guard. "It depends if you trust me."
I realized I did.
"Lith..." Cati warned. "Security 101 heading down towards you. I am NOT getting Unknown Third caught up in you little escapades..."
"Security are coming to check on you." I said to him. "I will see you tomorrow." I got up and quickly turned to leave.
Darvire suddenly appeared in front of me, and grabbed my wrist. "Do you?"
"I-uh..."
"Do you trust me?" He asked me in a rushed voice, full of hopefulness.
I nodded, unable to speak. Darvire let go of my wrist. He had been telling if I was telling the truth by my heart beat. I had been 'trained' to not let my heart quicken when I lied in lie tests, but Darvire was a Vampire. His specialty was blood. He would of caught the slightest change.
"Good bye." I said, and finally went out the door.
"Thank you." Darvire whispered as the door closed.

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