A/N: aww, I got no reviews last chapter ) ; oh well, heres another one, hope you all like it better then the last.
Tired from last night's excitement, Pip rests his head down on his office desk. After spotting Damien outside his apartment, he was far too shaken up to go to sleep. Now that he knew Damien was coming after him again Pip felt that he could never let his guard down. If he did for even a second then he was sure that Damien would pop up behind him and swallow him up in the shadows, bringing him back to Hell with him again.
He couldn't even think about sleeping.
Not that Lucas would let him fall asleep anyway. After Damien disappeared Lucas went on a tangent, screaming about how stupid he was for letting him get so close without him even noticing. He also included some insults toward the entire demon race in his ranting. He was raving on and on all night. There was no way Pip could have fallen asleep with him carrying on like that.
On his desk sat a coffee cup that was half empty. This had to be at least Pip's third cup this morning. He was so tired, he just wanted to go home and sleep this horrible nightmare away. Though he knew that no matter how much he slept he could never dream Damien away. It seems as though he'll never go away until he got what he wanted. There was no possible way any of this could get any worse.
But perhaps Pip spoke too soon.
Sharp giggles and squeals came from the water cooler besides Pip's cubical office. Three of his female co-workers circled around each other, gossiping and laughing like little girls. This normally wouldn't interest Pip in the slightest but a certain name caught his attention."Did you see the new guy? Damien, I think his name was. He's so cute!" One redheaded woman said.
"Cute?" Sneered the blond, crossing her arms. "Your crazy. He's gorgeous!" The brunette women beside her agreed with a dreamy smile on her flushed face. She cupped her cheeks as she gazed far away."Yes, he's so handsome. If I wasn't married I'd-" Pip stopped paying attention there. He had no interest in their fantasies. They were grown women, they should act like it!
But they had said something about a guy named Damien. It couldn't be his Damien, could it? Had he followed him into his work place to get closer to him? Pip trembled as a cold chill ran up his spine. Tears pricked in the corners of his eyes. 'He followed me here!' He thought. 'First he follows me home and now he's come here!' Pip thought that he might need to quit his job just to get away from Damien.
Quit his job, move to a new city and perhaps even get a new name. All this to get away from that creep.
Tugging at his hair, Pip slammed his head down hard on his desk. 'He's ruining my life!'
After work, Pip was determined to get home without running into the new guy. He hadn't met him yet and he wasn't sure if it was his Damien. But he wasn't sure if he should try and find out. What if it really was him? What then? Would he quit his job and run home or would he be forced to face him? He would have to ask Lucas about all this when he got home.
He still didn't know why Lucas didn't just come to work with him. Since he was Pip's guardian angel, only he could see him. So what was the risk of him following Pip to work? He didn't know, but perhaps it was best not to ask Lucas. Especially not after last night. This morning he was still pretty upset. It was probably best he not tell him that he thought the new guy was Damien, it might upset him even more.
For an angel, Lucas was pretty frightening. Perhaps even more frightening then Damien sometimes.
When it was time to clock out for the day, Pip bolted up from his seat and ran out of the building. He took no chances of running into Damien. He made sure to only stop running when he was completely out of view of his office building. The only thing he didn't count on was running the opposite direction of his apartment. He was now standing in a part of town he's never seen before.
A street sign to his right read 'Sweet Street.' But there was nothing 'sweet' about this street. Small, run down buildings stood shabbily next to one another with broken windows and missing bricks in the walls. Leaning against one of the ally walls was a dirty old hobo taking a swig from his booze bottle and cuddling up in his newspaper blanket.
An old, run down car pulled up on the corner and a women dressed in a much to revealing outfit stepped out. She took a moment to scowl at Pip, knowing that he was to clean cut and decent to belong in a place like this, and turned to stand on the corner. She made a somewhat sexy pose in hopes of attracting a new client. The car sped away.
Pip turned his head away from the woman and homeless man so they wouldn't see him grimace. He did not like this place. Not one bit. 'I have to get home,' he decided. He looked both ways before crossing the street and running down the sidewalk. He had no idea where he was going but he figured he'll find something that looked familiar enough so he could find his way home.
It was clear that he could not go back the way he came. He might run into Damien if he went back towards the office. And what if Damien had followed him? He had to keep moving if he wanted to get away.
It seemed that the farther he ran the worse his surroundings became. The street that he was on now was ten times worse then Sweet Street. Little gang members sat on stoops, hooting as a little girl that Pip was sure was a stripper walked by. Hobo's littered the sidewalk like trash and Pip could swear he heard gunshots in the distance. He had a bad feeling about this place.
Just then, as Pip was passing a dark ally way, someone grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back. Pip gasped in surprise, instantly thinking that Damien had caught him. But when he turned around he saw a man with dirt colored hair that hung over his black eyes and sunken face. He was the same height as Pip but much thinner and his skin was ten times paler.
"G-give me all the cash you got!" He demanded. His voice was trembling far worse then his hand was on Pip's arm. In his other shaky hand, he held a sharp knife. Pip's eyes widened. Where was Lucas when he needed him? Not wanting to be hurt, Pip reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He cursed when he found that he had no money in it.
The man cursed at him and raised the knife up high over his head. "You bastard!" He screamed as he brought the knife down. Pip gasped again and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the knife to penetrate his skin. When nothing happened for a long time Pip opened his eyes. The muggers eyes were wide as they looked up at his own raised arm. He was forced to drop the knife when the man holding him painfully squeezed his arm. He cried out in pain.
There was a horrible cracking sound and Pip knew that the man's arm was broken.
"Damien!" Pip called out. Tears sparked in his eyes as he covered his ears with his hands, trying to block out the muggers screams. Damien snarled at the man in his arms, bearing his sharp teeth. With his free hand he used his sharp nails to claw at the man's neck and throat so he couldn't scream anymore. Pip had to look away from the horrible sight.
With one final show of his powers, Damien shoved his hole arm through the man's chest and ripped out his still beating heart. He crushed it in his hand and let the man fall to the floor. He fell on his knee's first, then face first into the ground by Pip's feet. The blond watched in horror as the man's blood pooled around his feet, soaking his shoe's with blood.
Then, quickly before Damien could stop him, Pip ran out of the ally way and down the street, leaving Damien all alone with the mess he had made. The mess he made trying to save him.
