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Hidden Homicide
CHAPTER THREE
Pip I have a proposition for you. These words could make anybody shiver; especially since they were spoken from the beautiful pale mouth of the Devil's son. I brush my hair away from my eyes and glance up at Damien with the most innocent expression I can alter; but he sees through everthing. Through people's souls and hearts. If they're broken Damien will know; Damien always knows.
Sometimes there is a wish inside of me - that I'm sure Damien also sees - that he wouldn't be able to see the impurity inside of me. There are so many sins in me that I wish no one can see. But they all see them, that's why they all hate me - well, I assume this is why.
"What is your idea, Damien?" I ask.
Damien smiles at me. Not an evil smile, or a smile that shows pity or humour, or something that bares anger inside of me. It's a genuine smile that suprises me almost. Damien never smiles so softly; and in a way - it's frightening.
"My idea, Pippers," He starts, the old nickname he gives me brings a flush of blood to my cheeks, steaming them slightly as I glance to the floor in happy shame. He laughs slightly and ignores the avoidance of looking at him. "Is that you learn to stick up for yourself.. I can teach you this, Pip - but on one condition.." His voice trails off hesistantly.
I gulp and look up, if Damien trails off it's never a good sign. "..What?" I ask, my voice dipping in a deeper British accent then what I had the last time he came to see me. I flush a deeper and hotter red at the memories of Damien's previous visit.
He's smiling, which only makes me look away again. Avoiding his eye contact.
"You come to Hell with me." He finishes finally. My head snaps up and my eyes widen. I shake my head desperately, beginning to place my hands over my legs and clutch onto the material of my shorts. Hell? The place where tortured souls and slowing agonising screams fall through the firey depths? HELL?
I gulp again and resist the urge to sob. "I- I can't possibly go to Hell, Damien.." I mutter, "If I did that would deny my chances of getting into Heaven." I whisper, my voice getting quieter toward the end of each word. Damien sighs softly.
"Somehow I realised your reaction wouldn't of been the one I wanted." He sighs again, and places his hands over mine, prying them from my shorts and bringing them to his lips - kissing my palms and fingers with delicate feelings I assumed he didn't like to show openly. "But it's okay, Pippers," He whispers, letting my hands fall onto my legs with a gentle slap as he cups my cheeks, "I'll protect you." He ushers softly.
The blush on my cheeks was beginning to fade; but after such soft words ushered from him, my blush grows back and I sigh softly, but don't get the chance to exhale it; as his lips press to mine. My eyes widen for a few seconds then he parts his lips and closes his eyes - I follow his steps and close my eyes, too, opening my mouth a little as his tongue prods at my bottom lip.
When I allow his tongue entry, I hesitate as I feel the slipperly muscle brush against my own in attempt to move it. I allow it to wrap around mine and I allow myself to weaken in his grasp as he drops his hands from my cheeks to my hips, confident.
We pull away, and I pant. He doesn't, because I assume he's used to being out of breath. I smile at him, a weak smile as I fall to his shoulder and close my eyes. "Oh Damien," I sigh, "I've missed you ever so much.."
Damien nods against my head and I sigh softly as he brushes his fingers under my shirt. "I know, Pip," He whispers; but not an answer I want - I want him to have missed me too, but I know he's not a very open person even if he seems straight-forward. "I know," He finishes in another whisper.
I sigh and fall against his chest, finally allowing him to wrap his arms around my waist as I hold onto his shirt.
"Why are you back?" I ask softly. I assume by the way I say it Damien will think that I dislike his attention - which is completely wrong, because I adore his attention and the fact that he always comes to me. Protects me; the one person everybody hates.
Damien sighs against my hair, brushing the strands across my face and shifting my hat on my head as he leans against it. "I saw you, Pip. Nobody deserves to be alone - especially not you.." Damien replies softly, stroking his hand under my blouse. I sigh against his chest. "But - I don't know how long I can stay.. hopefully for until your time is done," Damien mutters. I shiver slightly. "Thankfully I got into an argument with my father, so.. he can't be sending me back any time soon.." He says finally, finishing his explination.
"So you're staying with me..?" I ask.
Damien nods against me and pulls away finally, "Let me see you, Pippers," He demands softly. I look up at him, finally ashamed of the bandages, cream, plasters and various other health help over my body. More on my face that makes me ashamed.
His fingers brush over the bandage around my neck at first, and then glances to the plaster over my cheek and one over the lid of my eye - frustrating me whenever I blink. He pulls my arm from around him and examines that too, the various cuts I had artistically worked with are bandaged up. But then Damien begins to unbutton my blouse, removing my bow tie and jacket and throwing them aside forcefully as he glares at the bandages on my shoulder down to my elbow on each arm.
Cartman's injuries don't hurt me at all anymore, but the look on Damien's face does. He glares at the bandages and plasters with a soft, hurt look in his eyes - clouded, too, with anger. I stare at him with concerned eyes and he glances back with the same look - but heavier.
"Damie-" He cuts me off with a shake of his head. I nod curtly and curl into him, frightened to know what he's thinking. But not frightened of him. Damien sighs louder; and I'm not sure how many times he's sighed - but it's been quite a lot.
"Who did this?" He asks suddenly. I shiver, because he's voice is calm, but low. That's never a good sign. I brush the anger away and shiver against him again just thinking about it.
"That doesn't matter, Damien.." I reply softly, trying to protect Eric - for what reason I'm not sure. Damien lets out a small snarl, and I've realised I've angered him quite a bit. Damien shakes his head against me again.
Another sigh, followed by a growl. "Pippers," He whispers softly, "Who did it?" He asks again. I clutch onto his shirt and tug on it, desperately praying he'll forget if I change the subject.
"When did you get here?" I ask suddenly. He jolts slightly, out of shock.
"Pip," He growls. Obviously I was mistaken, he feels the need to hold the subject until I tell him; but he knows who it is. He just wants to know if I'm willing to protect myself, or willing to protect the one that hurt me. But he always hurts me, so what's the problem?
"E-Eric," I sigh in a stutter. Damien nods and parts away from me brushing himself down as if I dirtied him. He glances down at me and offers his hand.
"Would you like to come with me?" He asks.
I look up in awe and confusion. "Come where, Damien?" I ask softly. He smiles to me, a flash of misbehaviour running through his eyes and then hiding. I resist the urge to shiver at the beautiful look.
"To teach this boy a lesson."
I nod.
How could it hurt?
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It turns out what Damien insisted on doing to Cartman did hurt the large boy. Hurt him into a hospital bed - as Joe would say. Unfortunately, Damien insisted that I wasn't present at the time and had sent me away.
I sigh as I sit on Damien's livingroom settee. Damien sits beside me with his hand over mine. But so many images run through my head. Damien's cool fingers brush through mine, entwining together as he sighs.
"I'm sorry," He says softly, resting his head against mine. I nod slowly, not completely bothered by the harm he inflicted on Eric, but the fact that this will earn me a greater disliking before - but I am thankful for Tweek and Craig being friends in my life; and Kenny and Butters - they are all quite helpful.
The five people I will always protect in some way or other.
"That's alright, Damien.." I reply simply, giving his fingers a small squeeze, "I assume it's best if we were to go back to school though Damien.." I mutter quietly. Damien smiles.
"But it's the school day over.."
I blush to myself, "I have to be at an art exam - and I-.. I am the model, Damien.." I stutter. Damien's eyes widen slightly and a hint of a possessive flash runs across crimson eyes before he glares down at me and then relaxes.
"Alright," He replies, picking me up by my hand and walking me out of the house and toward his car. We both get in - well, he opens my door for me and I get in and then he walks back to his own door and sits himself inside of the car. "I'll stay." He explains.
I nod, "Okay, but please don't do anything drastic, Damien.." I mutter in a gentle, humoured response. Damien scoffs and shakes his head, black hair falling into his pale face and I smile - I love when he does that; for a reason I don't know.
The drive is quiet, and when we finally reach the destination, Damien stops the car quite abrupt and I'm thankful for the tight grasp of my seat belt. I glance over to Damien's face and the way he squeezes and releases the steering wheel.
"Damien?" I pipe up softly, un-fastening my belt I lean over to him and brush my fingers against his arm, causing him to jump slightly and glance at me.
"Sorry.." He replies softly, "Let's go shall we?"
I nod and step out of the car at the same time as Damien, both of our doors create an echoed slam. I smile to him from over the roof and skip around to meet him. Yes, skip. Damien takes my hand in his because I think he notices my shivering.
I glance at the entrance around the back of the school where Craig and Tweek are, I smile at them and walk forward, hand in Damien's. "Hello, Tweek, Craig.." Craig glances up from his spot on the floor and smiles simply, nudging Tweek and squeezing his hip - Tweek squeaks and glances up also.
"Ngn! O-Oh Hey, Pip!" He stutters, twitching a little at the sight of Damien, he nods softly to Damien and Damien nods back, and then nods to Craig who returns the greeting gesture. Damien pulls me forward into the school and I quickly say goodbye to my friends before falling back into step with Damien.
"Why are you in such a rush, Damien?" I ask.
He grunts in response. I sigh and glance at the floor to my Mary Janes and then to Damien's simple black trainers with a small red embroided: 666. I smile at his shoe and glance up the hallway, pausing and stopping Damien.
"What?" He asks, a hint of worry in his voice.
I smile at him, wider this time. It feels quite nice to smile. "We're here, Damien.." I tell him. He nods and leans down, brushing his lips to mine. I press mine back to his as he presses his to mine in a soft way. We pull away and he rests his forehead to mine.
"I'll be at the back, Pipper.." He smiles.
I nod simply and pull him inside.
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The exam doesn't take as long as it did a couple of days ago. They're all quite younger than myself and Damien so I thank God they don't know who I am. But one of them is Kyle Broflovski's brother who glares at me - I assume it's because of my British heritage, that seems to be the main reason nowadays.
Damien notices this and stares at me with protective eyes, making me smile slightly and flush. Ike Broflovski is his name apparently - as I find out at the end of the session. Oh dear, session sounds like a .. oh nevermind.
When the lesson finishes Damien stands up, brushes himself down - in habit - and steps forward, extending his hand out to me and helping me up.
"You really should take up my offer, Philip," He whispers in my ear, brushing his hand against my naked side. I shiver slightly and clutch the large sheet to myself and glare at him with a sigh.
"Escort me?" I ask with a smile.
Damien nods and takes my hand, walking me into the classroom opposite and locking the door as I change. I feel quite self-concious around him; but he's seen me like this before so I forget that he's there and I dress myself, starting with my boxers and then my shorts and slowly buttoning my shirt - but leaving my bow tie and jacket. I sit my hat on my head and sigh as I run my fingers through the ends of my hair.
"I should cut my hair," I tell him.
He shakes his head, "I like it." He replies simply with a shrug. I step forward and lean against him as I pull up my long knee length red socks and slip on my Mary Janes. Damien watches me and smiles.
"You wear such odd things in such a cold environment.." He says, a teasing shimmer in his eyes. I nod slightly and smile up at him.
"I'm just used to it by now."
Just like everything else.
The beatings.
The hatred; but that's all going to change... That's all going to change.