Title: That Look In Your Eyes
Pairing: Damien x Pip
Raiting: T
Author: Crazyneko09
Disclaimer: I don´t own the characters in this story.
Chapter: Prolog
A/N: So here it finally is. The beginning of a new story that came to my mind.
I already have chapter one and two in progress. I can't wait to hear what you think, but I'll continue even if you all hate it, cause I've fallen in love with this story, trust me, it's going to get a lot better and exciting. And don't worry if you have questions, most of them will hopefully be answered in later chapter, as the story continues a lot will be explained that would give too much away yet.
Nightmares
The sun was shining back then, making it the perfect day to go to the beach.
The kids of South Park, Colorado had other plans though. Eric Cartman was throwing one of his well known parties and everyone wanted to get in.
Everyone except for a certain blonde who was dragged here uninvited by a boy that couldn't possibly be any more different from the innocent British boy.
Black short hair that stood up slightly, dark eyes with the tiniest bit of red in them. Mysterios and lonesome Damien. From the very first moment Pip had been nice and just very Pip-like to the boy. Treating the new student like a friend, he had shown him the whole school and tried to make his first day easier than his own had been. Of course something like this would have drawn the attention from the other students.
How dare Pip keep the newcomer all to himself? He, who had no friends in school, except maybe Butters who was nice to everyone.
And so jealousy had finally taken over them, when they came up with a plan for the blonde boy standing now in Cartman's backyard.
Since the very first moment that Pip set foot on the garden they had been nothing but mean and back-stabbing to him.
Just minutes ago Clyde had told him that nobody wanted him here, making sure to trip the blonde up on the way though to the garden. Stumbling Pip had tried to keep balance, but failed ungracefully as he fell to the ground.
The other's were smirking as Pip wiped his hands on his jeans. Standing on his own two feet again he made sure to run as fast as his skinny legs would allow him to. Always searching for the black haired boy in the crowd of people who all gawked at him.
He almost ran into a surprised Wendy, who looked up at him concerned, "Pip is everything…", but he was already walking away, seeing Stan glaring at him from behind the girl.
He had to find Damien. And then he did.
His heart sunk to his feet and he gulped.
Damien was standing right next to Cartman. Leaning against a tree the boy looked up in the sky, obviously not listening to the boys who were talking about a game that was about to be sold next week.
As they saw Pip approaching they smiled cattily.
"Well, well who do we have here? I don't remember having invited you".
Pip winced, of course they couldn't just let him off like this.
"Hello Eric", he mumbled, as he turned to Damien, who had finally stopped looking into the sky.
"Damien", he tried getting the boys attention.
The black haired eyes looked back at him. Pip let out a sign of relief.
The students around them watched the two unlike boys curious.
Damien took two steps towards Pip, his eyes staring holes into the blonde, who seemed slightly intimidated now by the boy's evil aura.
"Damien?", Pip was shivering as he looked up in those dark eyes, with no warmth in them.
From around him he could hear someone shout, "Come on Damien, finish that loser".
He saw Cartman laughing and took a step backward.
"Damien please!", he could swear to see sparks in the other's eyes now.
"I think I've told you before Pip", he could finally hear Damien talking," you shouldn't get on my nerves. Go home".
Pip could only stare, "But Damien, I thought we were friends", bravely he took one step toward the boy.
A sad smile appeared on his face as he looked at the crowd of people who hated him.
"I like you Damien".
Damien's eyes looked surprised and Pip hoped that everything would be okay now, but then Damien's eyes darkened even more, until Pip thought that there was no white left.
His hands seemed to be on fire. Pip could feel the heat and froze.
"I don't need friends and I sure as hell don't need you!", Damien screamed as he pushed the blonde away.
Normally this would have ended in a scratch, but with Damien's hands still burning, the blonde screamed as he fell to the ground.
His coat that was probably already too warm for such a sunny day, had been burned as it made contact with the flames.
Hastily the boy threw it to the ground. The shock was still there as he searched his body for any wounds or injuries.
Tears shining in his blue eyes he looked up, but the devil had already left.
Damien woke up panting. Those blue eyes, would they ever stop haunting him?
All the hurt, all the pain. He had to go through this nearly every day since he left South Park back then. The blonde boy was haunting him in his dreams, making sure that Damien would never forget the look, he put in those beautiful eyes. Damien couldn't understand why he had those dreams in the first place, he was a demon, god damn it!
His whole existents was evil, he didn't do good and he didn't feel remorse, but still years later, he just couldn't forget the boy from back then. He had hurt him. Pip had been the first mortal who had been nice to him and Damien had taught him a lesson that he would never forget. Don't befriend with demons.
The way that the word "friend" had left the blondes mouth so easily, it had made him angry.
Friends? What a pathetic excuse for boredom. He didn't need friends.
They made you weak and vulnerable, that way he only had to take care of himself.
He wouldn't have to worry about someone else. But then, why couldn't he forget that certain boy?
Damien signed, as he threw the covers to the ground. Still in his boxers he left the bed.
Looking in the mirror right next to the wooden door, he examined himself.
His hair with the new dyed red tips at the end, that made him look even more demonic, were standing to all sides. His dark purple eyes had a provoking gleam in them. His body had changed most from back then. Damien had become wide shouldered and tall.
He had muscles, were they should be, but he was far from being a muscle wonder.
He didn't need a six pack to make the girls and boys in hell drool.
As he crossed the huge room with all the cupboards and the enormous corner sofa and the little bar with various alcoholic drinks on them, he finally made his way to the dresser.
A red giant, that he got as a present from his father once, because he loved everything red.
He picked out a jeans that was supposed to look like has had its days, with its washed out colors and some holes in it, even thought it has never been worn and a black belt.
He smirked, "Perfect".