DAMIEN: OMEN II / THE FINAL CONFLICT
The Sergeant's Daughter II: My Boy Hears Voices
I sat down next to Damien as we ate breakfast. I had helped my father make our food, just like always. Ever since Mom left, I had helped my father with almost everything.
We ate in silence for the most part. I kept my head down, only acknowledging Damien next to me. He looked at me.
"You sure are quiet. Is everything okay?" Damien gently put his hand on mine, making me look back at him.
I nodded. "Yeah...everything's fine. I guess I'm just nervous about tomorrow." I just stared down at my plate of eggs and toast. I had never really been someone who eats a lot. It would always worry my father when I was little.
"Ray, you shouldn't be nervous." My father said before taking a bite of toast. "I mean, it is important for the both of you, but it will be over fast." My father gave me a warm smile. I just looked down at my lap and remained silent.
Damien gave me a worried look. He leaned over closer to me and lightly kissed my cheek. "Please try not to worry about it so much, love."
I stared at him for a moment.
Do I say it now or should I wait? ...No, I need to get this over with. Oh, but what will Daddy say about it?! He'll think I'm insane!
Damien raised an eyebrow at me. I just blinked, looking around at the people around me. Paul hadn't said anything about my strange behavior. I took a shuddered breath.
"I...I think I need to tell you all something." I said, shifting uncomfortably in my seat.
Everyone froze, looking at me. I looked down, avoiding my father's eyes. Damien's hand wrapped around mine again and I relaxed a bit.
"Well, say it then." Paul finally spoke. "It can't be too bad."
I swallowed hard. Here I go.
"I have decided on something." I lifted my head up and locked gazes with Damien. "I want children."
My father nearly choked on his drink. Paul laughed jubilantly, smiled at Damien.
"That's great!" He said.
Damien just remained still. He hesitated. "...Now?" I smiled, still nervous.
My father interrupted us. "No! You're too young, Raynee. You're only eighteen...It's already bad enough that you two are getting married at such a young age!"
Damien looked at him. My father paused.
"I don't mean like that...You two are just too young." My father sighed, looking over to me. "It's just hard seeing you grow up so fast, Raynee. Prophecy or not, you're still my daughter."
Damien still had his hand on mine, stoking my skin lovingly. "Now, Sergeant, I'm sure she doesn't mean now. We have other things to worry about." Damien smiled at me and leaned his head into mine. I nuzzled up against him, feeling his familiar warmth. But only now, it gave me no comfort.
"Well, having a child now certainly wouldn't hurt you..." Paul began. My father looked like he was ready to throw a punch at him. "The prophecy does state that her and Damien must have a child."
"Didn't you just hear me, Paul?" My father said angrily. "Prophecy or not she's my daughter!"
I looked at both of them. "Dad! Of course I didn't mean now! Being married at eighteen is enough as it is!" I stood up from my chair, letting go of Damien's hand. "I'm sick of this 'prophecy' dictating my life!"
All three of them were just staring at me. I had never been one to stand up for myself, or even talk like this to my own father.
"The prophecy doesn't dictate your life, Raynee. It's important that you and Damien get these tasks handled as soon as possible!" Paul began saying. I just gazed at him. "You both could die and have no one to take over! For god's sake, you both saw what Richard tried to do back when you were just kids. We have the daggers, but anything could happen. Either one of you could be dead any day now!"
I stood there, feeling tears burn my eyes. I suddenly turned around and ran to the stairs and up to Damien and I's room. I heard no one running behind me, so I slammed the door hard as I darted towards the bed.
I landed upon it. I buried my face into the pillow on Damien's side.
Oh god, it smells like him.
I began to sob into the pillow, hoping no one would hear. Especially Damien.
About an hour later, I was awoken by the sound of someone entering the room. I immediately sprung up from the bed, rubbing my eyes.
"Who...?" I began to ask, but trailed off. I must cried myself to sleep, which I hadn't done in awhile.
"It's me, Raynee." I heard Damien say as he sat down beside me on our bed. He put his arms around me and I smiled. "I'm sorry about what happened out there."
I shook my head as I pulled away from his embrace. "No, It's my fault I shouldn't have said anything." I sighed, wiping the sticky tears off of my cheeks. "I just thought it-"
"I'm glad that you mentioned it. I didn't show much emotion...but, I was so happy about that. I wanted to pick you up and swing you around, but I didn't want to worry your father." Damien smiled lovingly at me. I couldn't help but smile back.
He still looks exactly the same...gorgeous blue eyes, his smooth hair that was the darkest brown and black I had ever seen, and his snow-white skin. I just loved every inch of him and I'm sure he feels the same about me. At least, that's what I hope.
"Raynee, you know I'd never let anything happen to you, right?" He said, breaking me out of my thoughts like he always does.
I nodded, smiling slightly. "Of course I do."
"I know I say it a lot, but I want you to know it. You're pretty much all I have..."
I felt my heart falter at his words. I leaned closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder. "I know. Believe me, I know how it feels to feel alone..."
Damien sighed and put his hand on my head. I closed my eyes contentedly, feeling safe.
At least for now.