DAMIEN : OMEN II

The Sergeant's Daughter


=/-Two Weeks Later-/=


I sat in History class and I was bored out of my mind, which was unsual for me. I just had this feeling something was going to happen. I wwas zoned out for a while, and the next thing I knew is that Damien was standing infront of our teacher answering questions.

"Let's stick with dates, Thorn..." Our teacher asked questions I couldn't even answer.

"The Emperor's Death?" He asked, obviously expecting Damien to be clueless.

"Eighteen-Twelve." Damien said seriously. I smiled.

"Battle of the Nile?"

"Seventeen-Eighty-Nine."

"Thirty Years War?"

"Start..or Finish?" Damien smiled calmly, as if this was nothing.

"Start."

"Sixteen-Eighteen."

I felt somebody kick my leg. I looked over and saw Teddy staring at me. I narrowed my eyes. "What do you want, Foster?" I hissed quietly.

"Are you seeing this?" He asked smiling.

"Well, duh..." I said turning back to Damien. "I'm not blind."

Teddy rolled his eyes and looked back at the front of the classroom with the others. I held my head up with my hands, this was getting boring.

"The excecution of Marie Antoinette?" Our history teacher asked, knowing all of the boys would get this wrong.

I stood up, knowing I was 'Neff's daughter' and pretty much was immortal here. "October Sixteenth, Seventeen-Ninety-Three in Palace de la Concorde, France!" I shouted raising my hand.

Everybody stared at me awkwardly, and just as our teacher was going to say something...My dad walked in.

"Raynee, Thorn...come with me." My dad said sharply.

I looked at Damien and he looked at me. I walked towards the front of the class and stood next to Damien. We hesitantly walked towards my dad. I could hear the boys whispering things. I looked at the whole class threatningly, and they fell silent.

"Both of you, outside." My dad commanded us.

Damien and I walked out with my dad. I wanted to grab Damien's hand, but somethign stopped me.

"What were you doing back there, Thorn?" My dad asked as we walked down the hall.

"I was just answering questions, Sergeant." Damien said looking at the floor.

"You were showing off!" My dad stopped walking at looked at Damien.

Something snapped inside of me. "He was not, Daddy!" I said staring up at my dad with rage. I wasn't acting myself at all.

My father stared at me, shocked at my change of attitude. He sighed, then put his hand on my shoulder.

"Raynee, go upstairs to my office. We need to talk about...this." My dad lifted up my right hand, the bandaged one.

I looked at Damien and he smiled. I looked back at my dad and stormed off upstairs.


I stared out the window in my dads office, my arms crossed across my chest. I wished I could be sitting underneath one of the many autumn brushed trees in the courtyard, playing my guitar and spending time with Damien.

I smiled and hoped that vision would come true one day.

My dad walked in and closed the door.

"Raynee, do you know what that mark on your hand means?" My father said sitting down.

I shook my head, unwrapping my hand. "It's a birthmark right?" I said hesitantly.

My father nodded slowly. "Yes, but it's much more. Raynee, have you heard of the Antichrist?"

"Yeah, it's Satan's child." I looked at the 616 marked into my palm.

"That's right. Honey, I wanted to wait to tell you this until you met him." My dad stood up and walked over to me.

I felt my chest become tight. "Who, dad?"

"Damien. He is the Antichrist...and Raynee, you're his protector. That mark on your hand is the variant of the Number of the Beast."

I looked down at the number in my hand once more. I felt tears in my eyes. "Dad, thats prepsterous. Damien can't be the Devil's son, I've seen pictures of Robert and Katherine."

"No, he was adopted by Robert. Listen to me, Ray, you have to protect him. It's you're destiny and neither of you can escape it. I told Damien to read his bible, from this day forward you are his Disciple."

I walked over to the window and held back my tears. I tried to find the bright side in this situation, and looked back to my father.

"Alright. Where is he?"

My father smiled and walked over to me. "In his dorm, probably."


I bolted down the stairs and through the corridoors. My thoughts were racing, I needed to find Mark. I ran to the main entrance and saw Mark talking with some of the boys.

I ran up to him. "Mark, where's Damien?" I said quickly and out of breath.

He stared at me. "I don't know...why?" Mark sounded worried.

"I need to talk to him. It's very important."

All of the boys laughed and looked at eachother, smiling.

"Oh, shut up." I hissed sharpily. The boys all fell silent, I guess they knew I meant buisiness.

And, as if on cue, Damien ran by us. I looked at him...I could tell he knew.

"What's wrong?" Mark shouted after him.

I felt my chest go tight again and I began to run after Damien as fast as I could.