By the time she had opened her eyes, he was next to her, having fought off his own discomfort for her sake. This was Rachel and something in him explained that despite his actions that night, despite their lips touching, she was going to need him like she always had when she woke up from the horrible nightmares that gripped her, the ones he had always wished that he could take her away from as easily as he had stolen her from out of Laurent\'s grasp that night while she ran. To hold her gave him some comfort, that one day she would be a normal human girl again, void of nightmares that were so fresh and raw on her body and in her mind.
The sun was high in the sky when her eyes finally flashed open in terror, a look that always pulled silently at him. The dog sat staring at the couple from the other couch, and her cat slept purring. He had been sitting next to her for more than a couple of hours by the time she awoke, knowing that she could have woken up at any time and when she did, he would need to be there ready.
He reached out and grasped her face like he always had, directing her eyes and her head gently towards him while she grasped onto his shirt like a dying human who wanted nothing more than to live. Like always, he shushed her and pressed their heads breifly together and wrapped his arms around her small frame until she let her warm neck lay against his shoulder like a small child. Gently, he reached out to her mind with as much control as he could manage and tried to calm her with his own mental touch, trying to avoid the sticky thoughts of her dreams. She was breathing hard again, the air pulling laborously into her lungs and her eyes flicking around to absorb her surroundings, making sure she was safe. He was accustomed to it all.
For a long moment, he whispered her name, trying to pull her out of it like he always did. He put his lips to her ear and said her name sternly with a natural accent, putting distance between himself and any thought of Laurent\'s tricks. Only Damien knew her real name. Only Damien called her by it with such a strong accent that usually made her blush. No one knew that he did this for her. No one knew that she woke up every night like this and this was part of their life together, her holding onto his shirt and scarred skin and he squeezing the memories from her head. He purposely had never told anyone. The reason why, though, had escaped him at that very moment.
"It\'s ok, Rachel. It was a dream. You\'re safe. It\'s me, Rachel. You\'re safe, see? You\'re safe now. It was just a dream," the vampire cooed, rocking her gently in his arms. "You\'re in my house, see? Lestat\'s on the floor and Delilah\'s in her bed. Breathe, Rachel. Just breathe."