Chapter 7

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Damian: It would be most appreciated. (sadistically grins and all the fan girls are in aw at his handsomeness!)

Me: You know Damian…you're completely hopeless….

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When Damian returned home there was a particular glow about him. Edward seemed to have a terrified look on his face. As if expect Damian's good news to be something bad. Damian hadn't taken the time to notice, he was in such a dazed state. Edward saw Damian land in his chair smiling like when he was younger.
Edward was told not to mention to master Damian what his real reason for being there was but he didn't want to keep it from him. "Um, Master Damian…" but before he could squeak it Damian interrupted him.

It was too late. "SHE REMEMBERED!" Damian shouted. A sigh of relief swept over him but then Edward became enraged.
Edward's body shook with anger. "Why did you have to open your mouth!" Edward was definitely taking a huge leap. He was so furious that he forgot that he had to keep emotions in check with the job.

Unlike his parents, Damian knew that there had to be a really important thing to lose his temper. "What's the matter?!" but he was still a bit shocked.

Edward still shook but an uncontrollable sadness came to claim his face. "Master Damian, your parents did not send me to convince you out of seeing her but to inform them when she did remember…what they will do after…I do not know," he said sadly.

Damian was shocked and was now infuriated. He stood up and boar his fangs. "THEY DID WHAT?!" his anger frightened even the most respected and feared vampires. No doubt Edward was inching toward the door. Then an sadness infused with the anger and Edward stopped. "They plan to separate me from her…don't they?" his voice was shaking almost as if tears would stream out.

Edward didn't want to answer but he knew he had to. "Yes, Master Damian…" his words dull with an agonistic feeling to it. Edward knew that his parents wouldn't hesitate to kill the girl.

Damian stood there for a while, silent, his lips still curled back into a snarl. "How can they do this to me? Everything I ever wanted has come true but now…I'll have to lose her because of it? DAMN THEM!" then Damian took a deep breathe. "Please refrain from delivering the news to them a little…I at least have to say good bye…then I'll make the deal with my parents…" Damian's voice was in a saddened plea.
Edward had never once been asked for anything so graciously by Damian. Even if he didn't Edward would have done it anyway. "Two days, Master Damian…that's all I can promise," Edward looked Damian in the eyes and knew that if it weren't for his presence Damian would have been crying and lashing out at inanimate objects till he bled.
Damian looked away. "I'm going to go to my room now, Edward. Please don't disturb me for anything…" the hatred in his voice was not at Edward, he knew that.

Edward bowed his head in respect. "Yes, Master Damian," Edwards tone was more sad than angry. Especially compared to Damian's.
Damian headed to his room but stopped as if remembering something he forgot. "She wanted me to say hello to you from her," he said then he walked into his room.

Edward winced as the door slammed shut behind Damian. He felt that part of the fault was his for not telling Damian, but Damian understood all too well that he would be going against his parents orders if he did so. Edward knew very well that Damian's anger and his own were directed at Damian's parents. He sighed in remorse on the day that they found the bag that contained the bloody towel that Damian had used to clean her wounds.

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Damian's Mother is gripping the towel in fury. "HOW DARE YOU HELP HER! She is inferior to us and she is also--" She shouted but was quickly interrupted.

Damian childish voice still in a bit frightening in a serious tone. "I don't care what! She's nice and I like her and there is nothing you can do about it!" he was indeed rebellious.

His mother in a angry shock. "She's dangerous! She's only good for one thing! And that's fo--" she didn't have time to finish her sentence before a miniature statue that Damian was standing next to was thrown at her.

Damian, obviously, being the thrower. "Don't you finish that sentence! She won't be eaten! I refuse!" Damian and his parents fought more and more about her. It was silenced once her parents had died and he had gone to the funeral. They hadn't brought it back up since.

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Edward took a seat in the kitchen. "Why didn't he just throw that towel away? Maybe in the fright of never seeing her again that he'd have her smell to track her back down. Either way, it was our down fall. But I still can't bring myself to believe that it would have been better if he had never met her," he said to himself aloud. It seemed to make more sense than in his head. He began cleaning to get his mind off the subject. Even though he knew it wouldn't work.

Damian sat alone and in his room. Looking out his window at the setting sun. (Yes people I make the sun thing a myth) His fist was clinched so hard that his hand dripped blood. His blood, the blood that separated him from her but kept them close. He opened his bloody palm and watched as the cuts, almost instantly, healed. He didn't know whether he should damn, or thank it. His parents and him being vampires and the fact that she accepted it. He licked his palm to rid it of the blood. His ability to heal had only accelerated over the years. A quite tear of anger, sadness, and helplessness slipped from his eye. It was only one. "Why? Why can't I be with you? Why are you so out of my reach? I envy and pity that ghost. He gets to see you everyday but he can't touch you. He can't imagine what I've gone through for the past 6 years not being able to do either," the pain in his voice was obvious because there was no one in the room with him. She had haunted his dreams for the past 6 years and now he had to give that up again. "I wish I could say I wish she hadn't remembered today but I loved the feeling of having her in my arms again…" he gave a sad, short laugh. "I just wish I could've had the chance to do it more often…" he said as he shut the curtain to the last bit of light there was left. Just like his heart, he had to shut out the last bit of caring he had left.

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Author Fun

Me: sniff sniff Poor Damian….
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Author's Apology: I'm sorry it's so short!