A/N: Kate's pregnancy is from the book, Omen IV: Armageddon 2000. This is my version of what if Damien was alive during Kate's pregnancy.

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Chapter two: Reunited

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Several days had passed since the shocking news of Damien's return. Kate hoped it wouldn't take long for Father DeCarlo to leave Italy, and so when the door bell rang at twelve in the afternoon, she rushed to open the door.

"Father," she said relieved and opened the door wider for him to come in. Before shutting it, the journalist noticed a middle-aged woman standing near Kate's car. The woman stared coldly at Kate until she walked away. Perturbed, Kate quickly shut the door.

The priest hurried inside along with his tan trench coat that draped over his arm. Sitting down on the sofa, he placed the coat beside him. Kate, clad in a beige ruffle collar blouse and brown trousers sat next to the priest.

Father DeCarlo began, "I could not believe the news about Damien--," he hesitated, confused, his eyes narrowed. "I don't understand. The dagger was supposed to destroy him."

Kate said, "I've read Revelation 13. It says one of the heads of the beast seemed to have a fatal wound, but the fatal wound had been healed. That chapter is about Damien and after reading what it says, his resurrection makes sense."

"The scripture also says," Father DeCarlo said in a low, grave voice, "The whole world was astonished and followed the beast. That is what's happening now." He reached inside his briefcase and took out a black leather bible. Opening it to Revelation 13, he continued on. "And he was given authority over every tribe, people, language and nation. All inhabitants will worship the beast—all whose names have not been written in the book of life belonging to the lamb that was slain from the creation of the world." He closed the bible and looked up at Kate. "Damien will be even more powerful now, and he will demand that his disciples have the mark. I prayed the dagger would destroy him. Our only hope is the Christ child. I must do all I can to protect him. Kate, you're not safe either. Your sister...because she was your twin, Damien thought it was you in that car. Once he finds out your alive, he'll try to kill you again. And Peter, I don't think he ran away. I believe he's with Damien's disciples."

Kate's forehead fell onto the palm of her left hand. She squeezed her eyes shut, still in shock about everything that has happened, and the thought of her son with Damien made her hate him even more. Kate opened her teary eyes. "There's something you need to know."

"What is it?"

Kate's lips trembled as she fought from sobbing. "I'm pregnant."

Father DeCarlo was momentarily silent, though he didn't appear shocked as if he had known the possibility of a pregnancy would happen after that night she spent with Damien.

"I won't have this baby," Kate said adamantly. "I know you believe it's a sin to have an abortion but you must understand this is a different situation."

"You're right. The baby must not be born. Come back with me to the Monastery. You will be safe there."

"First I have to get rid of this thing."

"That can be arranged in Italy. You can't stay here any longer."

"I need to pack some things."

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"My Lord," said Paul to Damien while they rode down in the elevator. "Do you think it's wise to be near a crowd? What if someone else wants to assassinate you?"

Damien Thorn…handsomely and neatly dressed in a navy blue suit and tie. "Don't worry, Paul," Damien told him calmly. He smiled. "I have all the daggers. And besides, I was given a second chance by my father. I feel more power getting stronger each day. Remember what it says in the Book of Revelation…my fatal wound was healed."

Concerned, Paul answered, "And the prophecy also talks about Christ's second coming. You haven't forgotten the Christ child that was born."

"No, I haven't forgotten. We will find the child and destroy him. Right now, there are people out there who need me. I can give them all that they desire. Never again will they feel lonely."

When the elevator reached the lobby, they walked out and were escorted by several security aides. Outside, an enormous crowd of people stood behind metal barricades. There were also police standing by and ready to arrest anyone who either was a threat to Damien or didn't obey the rules. At first sight of the ambassador, the crowd cheered boisterously. People waved and as Damien walked up to the barricades, he gave them one of his charismatic smiles and began shaking hands. Paul stayed close beside him along with the security.

As they moved along the barricade, a young red-haired woman reached out to him, and when Thorn shook her hand, she looked at him, awestruck and she smiled. "Damien," the woman said in a soft British accent.

Damien held her gaze for a moment until he moved on. But as he moved down the block he looked back, she was gone. His cobalt eyes searched the crowd. He couldn't understand how she quickly vanished. He couldn't understand why this woman distracted him. Shifting his thoughts back to what was important; he continued on and shook hands.

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After Damien greeted the crowd, he and Paul had gone back to the office. Inside, they stopped short when seeing an unexpected guest.

"Damien, Paul," said the gaunt-faced middle aged woman. Her brown hair was brushed back into a ponytail. She stood from a chair and walked up to them.

Damien noted the woman's alarmed expression. "Beth, what's wrong?"

"Kate, she's—she's not dead."

"What?" Paul remarked as if Beth was out of her mind.

"I saw Father DeCarlo and I followed him to Kate's home. She opened the door and I saw her."

Paul answered, "That's impossible. She was in the car."

"I saw her!"

Damien silently walked over to his desk and sat down. Thinking for a moment, he looked up at the nurse. "If Kate's alive, then who was in the car?" His eyes skirted to Buher. "Paul, I want Kate but don't bring her here."

"Yes, my Lord."

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Kate set two suitcases onto the living room floor. "I'm ready," she said to Father DeCarlo. "Oh, wait, I forgot something." Kate had gone upstairs to her bedroom where she picked up the picture of her sister. She was suddenly startled by what sounded like furniture tossed around. Kate raced out of the room and when she hurried downstairs, she gasped at Father DeCarlo on the floor. Kate knelt over him. "Father!" She didn't know whether he was unconscious or dead, noticing blood seeping through his suit on the chest area. Kate's heart drummed. She looked up.

You're not alone.

Kate spun around to see Paul a few feet behind her.

Paul grinned. "Kate."

Before she could utter a word, someone grabbed her from behind. Her screams were muffled by a cloth. And as the chloroform dulled her senses, Kate slipped into unconsciousness.

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Kate's eyes blinked open. At first her surroundings were blurred as if whatever she saw had been hidden behind a dense fog. She strained to see, lifted her head and when assaulted with dizziness, her head fell down onto the pillow. Kate felt like she was pinned to the bed and still unable to see where she was, frightened, Kate wanted to scream. Finally the fog cleared. The journalist saw that she was in an elegant and immaculate bedroom. Lamp lights were on and it was dark outside. The room looked eerily familiar and now her fear escalated. Once the overwhelming dizziness and nausea subsided, Kate mustered all of her strength to get up. After she accomplished that task, Kate sleepily stumbled towards the door. Opening it, she walked out barefoot into the dimly-lit hall. The dizziness returned but Kate continued onward to the stairs, stepping down carefully.

Reaching the first floor, she heard voices emanating from the living room. Hesitating near the French doors, she then proceeded inside and stopped again. There in the short distance was Peter. He stood near the black velvet sofa and eyed her with disdain. Sitting on the sofa were Damien and Paul.

Damien rose, smiling as he started towards Kate. "Hello, Kate. Welcome back to my place."

Kate ignored him, clenching her teeth in anger and tightening her lips. She stared at Peter. "Peter," she said in a pleading tone, hoping he could forgive her, hoping he would see who Damien Thorn really was. But Peter didn't say a word and continued to stare at her bitterly.

Damien said wryly, "He's my son now. I've adopted him. Did you really expect Peter to say, I've missed you mummy and give you a hug? He's very disappointed in you…and so am I. I expected Father DeCarlo to kill me but you? Well, Kate, as you can see, you failed." He gestured for Paul to give him something and when Paul handed it to him, Damien held up the picture of Kate and her sister. "It makes sense now. Your twin sister was in that car. And you made sure her death wasn't televised so my disciples wouldn't know."

"You bastard!" Kate growled.

Damien's hand leeched around her neck. She stared into his icy eyes that seemed to be probing inside her mind. Furious, Kate grabbed his arm and trying to wrestle it off her neck. "Let me go!"

"You're hiding something." His eyes narrowed, probing deeper until… "You're carrying my child," he said, surprised.

"Yes," Kate snarled. "And I'd rather die than have this thing!"

Damien released his grip around her neck.

"Kill her Damien!" Peter shouted.

Thorn was silent, thinking while keeping his eyes on Kate. "No," he answered to Peter. "I won't kill her. You want to have a brother or sister don't you Peter? The child will be special…just like you."

Kate rolled her hand into a fist and as she was about to strike him, Damien caught her hand, forcing it back down to her side.

Kate yelled, "If you don't kill me, I'll do it myself!"

Damien smiled impishly. "Kate Reynolds? That's not nice. What kind of mother are you? I won't let you harm the child. You'll stay here until it's born."

"You can't keep me here!"

"Oh, yes I can."

Kate stared into Damien's eyes again and felt his power, stronger than it was before. She could not run or do anything. Frozen, trapped and drawn into his hypnotic gaze.

Damien said, "You'll stay here and won't do anything to harm the baby."

In a trance, Kate slowly nodded.

"Good night, Kate."

She left and walked robotically into the hall. When Kate had gone back inside the room, she sat down on the sleigh bed.

I have to get out of here!

Kate had been aware of what she wanted, but every time she would have thoughts of escaping, she gasped from sudden pain, like tiny needles jabbing every inch of her body.

Damien, what did you do to me!

Kate, feeling hopeless, screamed and as she laid on the bed in a fetal position, she sobbed.

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The curly red-haired woman entered her home. She stopped inside the foyer when hearing the television. Her mother was awake, or it was possible she had been sleeping and left the television on. As she walked up a few steps, her mother hurried out into the foyer.

"Tara!"

Tara Moffet stopped and sighed.

"Do you know what time it is? It's eleven O' clock. I've been worried sick about you."

"Mum, I wish you would stop treating me like a child."

Sally ignored her daughter's comment. "You don't say a word. You could call and let me know where you are and when you're coming home."

"I told you I was going to see Damien."

"I'm tired of hearing his name. That's all they talk about on the news…Damien Thorn."

"Mum," Tara's eyes were wide with excitement. "You know what happened to him. It's a miracle he's alive! Of course they'll talk about him. Nothing like this has happened since Jesus rose from the dead."

The pudgy Sally Moffet shook her head. "It's a hoax, that's what it is! He's doing this so he can take over the world. Every where, people want to see him as if he was Jesus."

Frustrated, Tara replied, "Why do you have to be so negative about every thing! I believe God brought him back to help the world."

"I don't believe it."

"I'm going to bed, Mum. Good night." Tara had continued up the steps and when she walked into her room, she switched on the light and tossed her pocketbook onto the bed. Before undressing, Tara opened a cherry wood trunk at the foot of her bed. She reached inside and pulled out what looked like an album. Sitting down on the bed, Tara opened the album with numerous pictures of Damien she had taken. Flipping through the pictures, she stopped at one of him taken outside his office when he was talking to the press. She caught his smile, something she hoped for. Tara recalled shaking his hand earlier and immensely excited about touching him. His eyes. His smile. She glided her fingers across his face and again she uttered his name, "Damien."

TBC