DAMIEN : OMEN II

The Sergeant's Daughter

I woke up the next morning back in my room at the winter apartment. I knew this because of the bright coral-pink walls I wake up to every morning. I noticed I was wrapped in my fleece blanket tightly, and my arm stung evertime I attempted to move. Altough, I wasn't completely under my bedspread. It was still neatly made and I was just laying ontop of my comforter. I figured I just laid down and went to sleep.

Then I remembered the events of last night. I had been stabbed.

I looked at the clock on my table and sighed. It was only nine forty-two.

I then shifted my gaze to the window, I stared at the snow falling onto the ground. It looked freezing outside, and I was glad I was in here where it's warm. The snow was so beautiful though.

It was the same color as Damien's skin.

I blinked a few times, turning over on my back. I was met with a burning pain from my wound. When I looked up to my ceiling, I saw Damien was sitting up in my bed looking at me. He was still wearing his uniform, but without his jacket or tie. Had he been watching me this whole time?

Damien smiled. "Good morning, Raynee. Did you sleep well?"

"What are you doing up so early...?" I asked him, my voice was strained. Probably from all the crying from last night.

Damien just continued to smile at me. "I stayed up all night."

I laid my head back down on my pillow and stared up at him. "Why?"

"I wanted to make sure you were okay...I was worried." Damien put his hand on my head and caressed my hair gently. I inched closer to him, still wrapped tightly in my blanket. He sighed contentedly and I closed my eyes.

"How is your...wound?" Damien asked next. I could tell he was timid to ask about it.

I opened my eyes and looked over to my shoulder, sitting up in bed. "I don't know." When I looked over to my shoulder, I finally noticed I was still in my uniform as well. I guess I was so tired I forgot to change.

Everything was hazed...I could hardly remember being stabbed.

I wasn't wearing my jacket either, just like Damien. As there was a blood stain on my blouse. I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it down to look at the wound. Damien blushed seeing me with out a shirt an dI couldn't help but smile at him.. I stared at the bandage tied around my arm, tapping the blood stain slowly. I looked up at Damien, almost pleadingly. "Damien...I'm scared to look."

Damien looked at the blood and brought his hands up to it cautiously, holding my shoulder gently in his hands. "Does it hurt?"

I shook my head. "Not right now."

Damien began to untie the once white bandage aorund my arm and the bloody gash was revealed. I looked at it, and Damien was now examining it.

"It's not that bad..." He said. I scooted over even closer to him. "It's not even deep. I'm surprised."

"It hurts now." I said still looking at the many blood trails running down my arms. They looked like tiny crimson rivers. Damien looked up at me and I smiled weakly.

He put the gauze on the table that sat beside my bed and turned back to me. "Leave it unwrapped for a while...it'll help."

I nodded, then hesitated. "...I'm afraid to lay back down." I felt my cheeks turning pink and I could tell Damien took notice. He grinned that usual grin he gives me.

Damien shifted posistions, so that he was kneeling now. "Here. Lay your head down in my lap.."

I laid down on my back and did as Damien suggested. Now I was staring up at the ceiling...I sighed and Damien, once again, began to stroke my hair.

I swear, I'll never cut my hair because of this. Damien loves doing this too much. Not to mention, I love it when he does it. In return I held Damien's other hand. He was so pale...I think even paler than I am. I smiled.

I held his hand close to me, sighing and feeling complete. It felt like this was right. Or simply made to be.

I closed my eyes and managed to clear my mind of anything bad. Although, what unnerved me was what Paul asked us last night.

'Are you two ready for the marriage?'

Marriage?

Okay, I knew the prophecy like the back of my hand, thanks to my Dad. I have to get married to Damien, have kids like a usual housewife...except I'm in love with the antichrist. But, I think Damien and I are still too young to be united in such a mature way.

Damien is thirteen and a half...I'm thirteen.

We're going to be with eachother for the rest of our lives without a choice. So what is a few more years going to effect?

I managed to open my eyes and look at Damien.

"Aren't you worried?" I finally said after a moment of, once again, being mezmirised by his pale skin.

Damien just stared back at me. "About what?"

"We have to get married pretty soon...doesn't it worry you at all, Damien?"

He just chuckled. "We're already together as it is...you said that yourself."

I remembered what I said that night at the lake and at the dance. I blushed again.

"Alright, fine...But what if someone tries to hurt us again?" I said glancing at my bloody shoulder, the exposed wound showing no signs of healing yet.

Damien sighed and looked out my bedroom window for a moment, pausing and watching the snow as it fell. He looked back down at me after a minute or so. He smiled a comforting smile, like the night Mark was killed. Only this time, I wanted to see that smile.

No, correction...I needed to see that smile.

Damien finally spoke. "I'm always with you. We're both protectors of eachother." He placed his hand gently on my forehead. "We'll be okay...we have Paul. And your father when he's around."

"But what if we have children!" I said abruptly. I assumed Damien would think I was crazy for asking such a question this early in our relationship.

I knew it was too early to even be mentioning even the word 'children' in our relationship. But we are getting married...possibly when we both turn fifteen. Or fourteen if Paul insists we do it sooner.

Damien fell silent in response to my question. I could see the blush rising to his cheeks again, I could tell he was without words. Speechless, to be exact.

"Children...?" Damien repeated. I couldn't help but giggle at his reaction.

"Yes, Damien. I said 'children'." I responded, our mood a bit more positive. Damien sighed deeply and I could tell he was realising the seriousness of the situation.

After a moment, he finally managed to look at me again.

"How many?" Damien asked next. He seemed so fascinated about the idea of us raising a family together.

I laughed and playfully nudged his cheek. "How ever many we want..."

Damien smiled me. I smiled back, as always.

I sat up in bed again and Damien put his arm around me. I sighed, and laid my head down on his chest and nuzzled against him lovingly.

He's still so warm. I can feel his heart beating...

I was nearly falling asleep in Damien's arms again until he snapped me back to reality.

"Raynee..." He spoke my name and I looked up at him. Damien looked me straight in the eyes and blinked. He looked very serious, and it struck me as odd.

"I just realized something..." Damien said hesitantly under his breath.

"What is it?" I asked.

Damien abruptly pulled me closer to him. I actually found myself gasping because of this action. We both held onto eachother, and Damien and I both locked gazes.

I almost knew exactly what he was going to say. I was sure I would feel tears start to sting my eyes, but I didn't. I instead smiled, knowing our lives with eachother were begining now.

Damien smiled back at me and I felt hopeful for the future. No matter how much destruction and death is put up agaisnt us, I know Damien will remain faithful to me and the prophecy.

"Raynee, as long as you're with me, we'll be okay. We'll watch over eachother...just like your father said. And as long as you're mine..."

He looked at me, pausing and gazing at me lovingly. After awhile, Damien smiled. And the words he said promised me the world.

"..You and I'll be safe and sound...and I'll never let you go."

I smiled and looked into Damien's beautiful, colbalt blue eyes. The ones that made me fall in love with him when I saw him for the first time. The eyes that made me melt the day we met, and the eyes belonging to the boy I met in my father's district of the school.

Damien Thorn

The boy who I love more than anything or anybody, the boy I'm engaged to, and most importantly,

The boy who I can call mine.

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