Ugh, this thing gave me so much freaking trouble. But anyway, it's all good now, so whatever. (sigh) oh jesus, i'm so tired...I don't really sleep anymore, or any more than four hours at a time, which is to say night. I'm too caught up in my newest SP fic, which you can sorta get a gist of the plot if you visit my profile and vote on the poll. Believe me, it's funny and I won't put it up until I have enough votes, so there! *raspberry*

Disclaimer: Me no ownie. We've been through this before. Now shut up about it.

Heh, i want to dedicate this update to Fanficitonlover4allfiction, who read through the entire thing in thirty minutes and left me reviews for every chapter. God I love him/her (I really dont know.) Anyway, thanks and enjoy!!! Remember, the more you review, the faster I update.

Chapter Six
The Morning After

The next morning dawned bright and clear, and it was the sunlight that woke up Pip. He yawned drowsily, burrowing deeper into his pillow. A thought floated through his sleepy mind. Was his pillow always this hard? A smoky scent reached his nose, and he gave a dainty sneeze. A rumbling laugh sounded, and Pip felt it echo around his body. What in the world? Pip looked up, his eyes fluttering open. Bloody scarlet eyes met his.

Pip screamed.

Trying to squirm away, he went too far back, falling off of the bed. He landed on his back, moaning woozily. Damien rested on his side, looking down at the figure on the floor. He gave another chuckle.

"Your screams of terror could possibly be addicting."

Pip sat up, slightly pouting.

"I forgot that you stayed the night. And it was not terror, it was merely surprise."

"Riiiight." Damien grinned, his expression knowing. Pip ignored it, looking at the clock on his nightstand. 9:12.

"Bloody hell! I'm late!" Pip shot up, scrambling to fold the sleeping bag still on the floor. He stuffed books and papers into his bookbag, then hooked it over his shoulder, preparing to rush out of the door. Damien lazily snapped his fingers, and Pip tripped, falling forward on his face.

"What the-?!" Pip tried to get up, but Damien repeated the motion, and down went Pip again, sprawled on the floor. This time Pip had the good sense to remain on the floor, rolling over to face the ceiling.

"Damien, I really am very late."

Damien got up from the bed, going to stand over Pip.

"Two things before you go charging off..."

"Yes?"

"One, you're still wearing your pajamas."

Pip glanced down at himself, flushing.

"Oh, you're quite right. Thank you. Can I get up now?"

"No."

"Okay."

"And two..." Damien crouched down, his face close to Pip's. Pip stared helplessly into the other's dark red eyes.

"It's Saturday."

Pip was silent.

"...really?"

Damien nodded, letting Pip stand up unmolested. Pip looked more carefully at his clock, this time noticing the small 'Sat.' lit up in the corner for the date.

"So it is. Well...don't I feel embarrassed." Pip stood there for a minute, then put away his backpack. He stood there, fidgeting, as if unsure what to do next. Then a look of remembrance flashed across his face, and Damien gave an innocent smile as Pip threw a wary look his way. Damien knew what he remembered.

"Are we going to go eat? Because if I remember correctly, you did say something about me being fed in the morning."

"Oh, yes, I did."

Pip hesitated, looking at him strangely again, before moving to the door, opening it. Damien slipped on his shoes, following Pip down the stairs. A delicious smell wafted out from the kitchen, and busy sounds emanated from it. Mrs. Pirrup glanced up as they came in, a smile on her face.

"Hello, boys! Did you have a nice night?"

Damien gave her a winning smile, gazing at Pip from the corner of his eye.

"I know I did."

Pip's cheeks got a rosy tinge to them, and Mrs. Pirrup smiled unwittingly, turning back to the counter.

"Well, you boys are just in time; I just finished making breakfast. It's Phillip's favorite."

They sat down at the table, and she put a plate loaded with food in front of both of them. It was blueberry pancakes with buttered biscuits and freshly sliced peaches on the side. As Damien picked up his fork, Mrs. Pirrup slid gently steaming cups of coffee in front of them, the steam making curly shapes as it worked its way up.

Pip immediately dug in, being careful to keep in manners as he ate. Damien took it more slowly, savoring each bite. Pip had not lied; this was extremely good. He took a drink from his coffee. Mmm, perfect. This was some damn good coffee.

Mrs. Pirrup gave Pip a hug, kissing his hair.

"I have to go to work now, but I'll be back in a couple of hours. Your friend can stay as long as he wants, but don't burn the house down, alright?"

"Okay, mum. Have a good day."

"Thanks, sweetie." She picked up her purse and car keys from the countertop. There was a slam of the front door as she exited, then a car engine and the sound of crunching gravel as she left. Damien leaned back in his chair, sipping his coffee. Pip did the same, his eyes closed in delight.

"Your dreams are very interesting."

Pip's eyes flew open, and he choked, spraying the coffee an impressive distance. Damien looked at him over the rim of his cup, hiding a smile at his excessive display.

"W-what?"

Damien took another sip. "Dreams are fickle and difficult things. Nightmares especially. Most people just focus on one thing, like their demons, and the background or everything else is blurry, undefined, or just not there. But you, your nightmare had everything, down to the sharp rocks on the ground. I'm impressed."

Pip looked down shamefully. "So you really were there?"

"Obviously." Damien gave Pip a hard stare. "You woke me up by slapping me across the face. How the fuck do you expect me to not try to find out what the hell caused you to do that?"

Pip's eyes widened. "Oh, God, I'm terribly sorry! I swear to you, I didn't mean it!"

"I know that. That's why you still have your body in one fucking piece."

"Oh...okay."

Damien gave him a long glance. "You must really be scared of your classmates."

Pip blushed. "No! Well, not really." He admitted. "I'm not afraid of them. It's just..."

He looked down. "I feel a bit sad sometimes."

"Why?"

"Because no one seems to like me here."

Damien leaned forward, his eyes piercing. Pip looked up, instantly caught in his fiery gaze. "Why do you put up with it?"

Pip looked sadly at Damien.

"I cannot hold a grudge, Damien. It's simply not in my nature. And besides," his voice grew soft. "If I hate and hate, what is left in me to live happy?"

Damien stared at him, his eyes unreadable. He stood up suddenly, startling Pip.

"Where're you going?"

"Wherever I want."

Pip made as if to stand up too, but was stopped by an invisible force, which seemed to chain him to his chair. Black smoke gathered around Damien, and he grinned at the young blonde.

"Thanks for breakfast." His grin grew wider.

"And about last night. Was it good for you too?"

Pip flushed bright red, his mouth open as if to respond, but Damien was already gone, his deep laughter fading on air.

Damien sat on the roof of the town's hospital, looking out at the city sprawled beneath him. The wind tugged at his raven hair, hiding his face from view. He gave a soft sigh, and the wind below grew stronger, sending a man below flying. He was impaled by a metal rod at a nearby construction site. People started to gather around at the dying man's last screams, and Damien made a snipping motion with his fingers, sending a load of iron industrial bars downwards. The crowd screamed, scattering, but most were too late, and were crushed by the heavy metal. Damien stretched languidly, and a small earthquake ravaged the site, causing a giant sinkhole to form. The construction site crumbled, the metal screeched and moaned, and sank thirty feet. Just in case there were any survivors.

What a wonderful way to start your day. Damien laughed. He lay down on the roof, listening to the sirens of ambulances and the screams of bystanders who had been caught in his sinkhole. The hospital was sure going to be busy today.

He wondered lazily what he was going to do about Pip. Teasing him was fun, looking at his blushing face was even more delightful. He wondered if he should go back tonight. Pip and him certainly weren't going to meet up again if he was up here on the hospital roof, so he couldn't be invited back. He grinned, looking up into another perfect cloudless sky. Fuck being invited. He would invite himself. He laughed, and a hidden pocket of underground methane in the sinkhole exploded, turning half of the nearby police force into crispy human bacon.

A/N: Ahhhh, I love Damien killing people....I'm such a sadist. 3

Damien: (sarcastically) I'm so glad I can provide for your bloody needs.

Me: Yes, that's why I love you so, my pretty pet.

Pip:I'm not too sure I like how those people died...

Me: (evil grin) But I know how you liked waking up this morning...all warm and shit.

Damien: Oh, really now?

Me: Oh, yes, my beastie, he did.

Pip: N-no! No I didn't!!

(Damien grabs Pip)

Damien: Can I play with him now???

Me: Let him go, my evil pet. You only have to wait a couple of chapters.

Pip: What?!?!

(Damien sighs, letting him go. Pip runs off.)

Damien: You better have something good in wait for me.

Me: I do.