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Katherine's P.O.V:

Eventually we got everything loaded up into my car and I wanted to know where my soon to be husband was staying. "Is that everything?" He asked bringing me out of my thoughts.

"For now" I replied smiling at him as he groaned. Laughing I asked him "do you need a ride?" Hopefully he would say yes.

"Yeah, I do actually."

"Where're you staying then I'll drop you off on the way."

"The Mount Key." I raised an eyebrow at him. Of all the places he could have stayed why on Earth would he choose that one.

"Are you joking?"

"No; why would I be?"

"Damien how 'bout you go to the hotel, grab your stuff and come stay at my place for a night?"

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"All right then." Yay! I thought he was staying with me. Well it kind of wasn't a big deal considering we were getting married in about a week. We climbed into my car in silence and we sped away towards the hotel. The ride there was short due to my insane way of driving. Soon I pulled up with a screech of the tires in front of the doors and he got out; a little bit shaky might I add. Then he told me to go park by the side.

I spent my time filing my nails and listening to the Beatles while I waited for Damien. Soon I saw him coming out suitcase in hand. I rolled down my window. "Need any help?"

"No, but I still want you to get out of the car."

"Why?"

"One because you're driving is terrifying to even me. And secondly because if I'm with you then maybe the receptionist will go inside and stop trying to make me notice her."

I glanced at the doors to the hotel and in fact there was a woman standing there blowing kisses at him. For some strange reason I felt like going over there just so I could rip her to shreds. I ended up laughing and replied with an okay and he just shook his head at me. But far from his expectations the woman now simply started calling out to him the moment I stepped out of the car. I snickered at his dismay it turns out he thought of this because he suddenly pulled me in his arms and I felt his lips on mine.

Damien's P.O.V:

That bitch that called herself a receptionist started blowing kisses and calling out to me the moment Kat stepped out of the car. I heard her laugh at my obvious troubles, grinning I pulled her close and into a searing kiss. I felt her soft lips move with mine and saw within the corner of my eye the woman slump over in defeat and walk back inside. I broke away from Katherine reluctantly and looked at her she had a faint pink on her cheeks, and her eyes were soft but she also had the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.

I couldn't help but smile at the true beauty in front of me and I leaned down to brush my lips against hers before I said to her "get in the car and you're not driving." She laughed lightly, before nodding and getting inside. I got inside the car and started it up, not before I took her hand and held it in one of mine moving my thumb in little circles on the back of her hand. At that precise moment I realized that Damien Thorn, the Anti-Christ was madly in love, and nobody could take Katherine Krueger away from him.

Katherine's P.O.V:

"Just take the back road and when you see the white house with a green roof pull in." I said not wanting to have to tell him to turn every few seconds.

"You got it." He winked at me when he said that. God he was so handsome, even that little wink took my breath away. I just relaxed for the whole ride which wasn't very long to tell you the truth. I was lost in the steady rhythm his thumb was making stroking my hand. I didn't even notice we were there until Damien started talking to me. "Katherine, we're here aren't you coming"

"Yeah," I said dreamily he looked worried about me so I said "I'm fine Damien really." I wasn't about to explain that he was making me lovesick.

"Alright then." I helped him put stuff from the car to the house and soon we were done. Suddenly I remembered Kelly saying that Satan had called.

"Hey Damien?"

"What's wrong?" He looked so concerned about me it was quite cute actually.

"Nothing's wrong it's just weren't you supposed to call your Dad back?"

"Oh right could you just um, go for a second you might not be allowed to hear what he has to tell me." I nodded and decided that I'd go outside and take a walk wondering what Satan could possibly want to talk with his son about London.

Damien P.O.V:

I really hoped that whatever my father had to say wasn't unpleasant. Quickly I grabbed the phone and dialed my home number. "Hello?" A female voice answered on the other end. Everyone knows that my mother was a jackal but really she was a shape shifter who just so happened to be in her animal form when she had me. So of course the bones in her grave were a jackal skeleton.

"Hey Mom, listen is Dad there?"

"Is this Damien?"

"No this is the other Anti-Christ."

"Don't play games with me Damien; your father will be inside in a minute." I loved my mother to death but even I knew when she said cut it out if you didn't you may as well kiss your head goodbye.

"Alright Mom…"

"So I heard the news."

"What news?"

"You know so what's she like? Is she pretty? Nice? Fun to be around?"

"Mom slow down yes she's great can you just get Dad now please?"

"Fine." I could practically hear her pouting from Hell. Honestly I don't know how she ended up with my Dad.

"Hey son."

"Hey dad so what'd you want to talk to me about?"

"Right well no point in delaying would you be able to get married in two days and move to London on that same date?"

"Yeah of course."

"Great, so is Katherine with you now?"

"Yes, why did you want to talk to her?" I really hoped he didn't seeing as she wasn't actually with me.

"No her father wanted me to tell her to call him." I sighed in relief and heard the door open then shut.

"That it?"

"Yeah it is; see you in two days son."

"Bye." I hung up the phone and quickly took a ring box out of my suitcase.

Katherine's P.O.V:

I walked in through the door expecting to see Damien where I left him. But when I got in he wasn't there. I wandered into the living room where the lights were dim and my crystal chandelier was alight. I felt gentle hands spin me around and soon I was facing the man I'd been looking for. He smiled at me before he leaned down and kissed me short quick kisses, but they were unbearably sweet. Then he did the one thing no one would ever think Damien Thorn would do. He dropped down on one knee looked straight into my eyes and placed a small, black velvet box in my hand then he asked for my hand in marriage.

What other answer could I give? There are no words to describe this feeling (plus our fathers were forcing us into marriage anyhow) and as I said yes he scooped me up in his arms and spun me around. At the same time he was stealing quite a few kisses and putting a ring on my finger. The ring was silver with a beautiful ornamental flower that had garnet stones set in it. The moment it touched my skin it embedded itself in my flesh. I didn't mind though because to me; it was a symbol of our undying love for each other and that's the way it will stay.

Of course I had to leave it to Damien to ruin the moment. "By the way your Dad wants you to call him, and we're getting married in two days."

I sighed thinking I'll have to live with this for the rest of my days. "Do you know the number?"

"Yeah, and both our fathers get to take you dress shopping." I can't believe that he could say hat with a straight face.