A/N: I do not own the omen, I only own my oc's Chapter 1: Reunited I was young girl when I ran from him, it was all too much. That's what I keep telling myself anyway, when in actuality I knew it was for him. It was all too much for him. I couldn't remain there, knowing that it was me who brought him down. I mean it's not surprising that the antichrist's lover would be a figure of such controversy. The condensation clouded the view through my visor, it had been three years since I left him, I've heard from research and local papers that he'd been doing well. He was well known among the citizens of America. Luckily I myself am in London, it seemed to logical to return to my roots. It also seemed logical because I knew he'd never find me here. Or so I hoped. I picked up the speed of my motorbike, foot pressed against the fuel pedal. I felt a pang of guilt as I splashed numerous passers by on the pavement. I had just finished a day of courses at university, Oxford University that is. I never planned on going to college when I was twelve and Damien was thirteen, he said I didn't need to and as long as I had him then I would be fine. I believed him, until I was fourteen and I realised I had to leave, for me but mostly for him. The pulled up outside the apartment building, I leaned my weight to one side and planted my foot against the pavement. I unstraddled my bike and jogged up the steps to entrance, when I was inside and sheltered from the heavy rain I removed my helmet. Wavy locks of black spilled down my shoulders and a single strand dangled down across my pale face. My icey blue irises locked on to the elevator which like the day before had yellow tape across the entrance marking it as broken. I sighed and reluctantly moved towards the stairs, I was on the top floor and making my way up was going to take some time. I did eventually reach the floor of my apartment and twisting the key to unlock the door revealed my apartment. It was a moderate size, larger than a normal university student's flat. I shut the door behind me and made my way towards fridge, the fridge was stacked and a bottle of J2O caught my eye and I made a grab for it. I pulled open a draw with a tug and my hand locked with the bottle opener, proceeding to shut to draw again with the hip I made my way towards the counter and just as I was about to open the cool bottle a knock from the door echoed through my house. I stood frozen still, it was about ten at night. My family were dead, I had no friends and I payed the rent only yesterday. I edged my way towards the door, my hands locked with the brass door handle. I wiped open the door, before me stood that boy. The one which plagued my thoughts with dark brown hair and dark eyes, pale skin and a mind no other could match. It was Damien Thorn, the antichrist, my one. "Why are you here?" The words would hardly form together and became quiet and intolerable, he seemed to understand me though. He opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it again changing his mind, his eyebrows furrowed and forehead creased.
"May I come in?" I don't know why I didn't send him away, perhaps a part of me always wanted him to turn up out the blue. But I stepped aside, inviting the boy I loved so dearly inside.