Damien dropped his arm and moved away from me as soon as Vincent and Sam left.
“Come...” He demanded, walking to the front door. Huh? We were going somewhere? Didn't Vincent make it clear enough that he wanted him to stay here with me?
“But--” I began to object. He turned around. He just gave me this dark, evil look. That was all it took. I blinked at him for a second before I slowly walked toward him. He turned around and I followed him out into the garage.
He got into a silver Viper, this car looked brand new too. Where did they get all the money for this stuff? I warily got into the passanger seat. He glanced at me, an annoyed look on his face. Maybe I should have got in the back seat? I looked back at him annoyed then shut the door hard. He was not going to make me feel bad just for sitting next to him.
“Where are we going?” I asked, beginning to realize there was a chance he would take me to the middle of nowhere and just leave me there.
“Back to the house, I need to get a few things.” He shrugged, revving the engine.
“What? But Venom could still be--”
“If you still think Venom is stronger then me, you haven't been paying much attention to anything.” He interupted me and sped out of the garage like he was drag racing.
“How far away from the house are we?” I had to ask, my heart lurching as he continued to make the car pick up speed.
“A couple hours.” He muttered.
Did it take that long to get to the new house the first time? It seemed like it was maybe half an hour at the most. Was he really that fast when running?
“Why don't you just carry me?”
He looked at me like I said; I like when you carry me, you should just carry me, I want you to carry me. He frowned at me, then turned his attention back to the road. Well if carrying me was faster, I don't see why he just wouldn't do it.
I sighed, sinking further back into my seat. The longer we drove, the quieter it got. It started to frustrate me. But I wasn't going to even try to make small talk with him and I think if I would have touched his radio, he might just break my wrist. I drummed my fingers on the ledge of my window. This was something I've always done when bored or nervous. Not long after, I noticed Damien doing the same thing. I stopped and looked at him. Seconds after I stopped, he grabbed the wheel tightly and whipped his head in my direction.
“You're so--” He stopped himself short as if actually thinking about what he was going to say and not sure if he wanted to say it. When did he ever stop and think about what he was going to say to me?
“Go on, finish your sentence Damien.” I encouraged. Kind of funny that I was purposely encouraging him to call me a name. “We both know what you're going to say, so just say it.”
He hesitated and it confused me. Why was he being like that?
“You're so stupid.” He muttered.
I sighed. “Well, you're a jerk...” I muttered back.
“Damn it, Kim. If you want me to protect you from vampires, you have to stop being such a brat!”
“Oh! Is that what you've been trying to do? No wonder I feel so safe around you.” I said sarcastically.
He glared at me and abruptly stopped the car. Well, it skidded before coming to a complete stop. I started to go forward, stupidly forgetting to put my seatbelt on. His hand smacked down above my chest, shoving me back into place. My eyes were wide as I stared at him in shock. What the hell was that?!
“Maybe if you didn't put me in such dangerous situations, I wouldn't be such a brat!” I challenged him. He rolled his eyes, stepping on the gas again. Jesus, was he just trying to scare me to death?!
“Maybe if you weren't such an idiot...” He muttered, getting back to 100 mph.
“Maybe if you weren't so rough with me!” I hissed at him.
“Maybe if you weren't so annoying, I wouldn't be so rough.” He glanced at me. Honestly, I wasn't sure what we were arguing about anymore. It was stupid.
“Fine. If I'm so annoying, then leave me alone.” I concluded, bitterly. He shrugged.
“That's not going to happen.” He stated bluntly, making me look at him a bit thrown off. “You're always all over me. You can't resist me. You can't keep yourself away from me long enough for me to leave you alone...” His smirk played across his face and not for the first time, I wanted to slap it off.
“You're so full of yourself!” I crossed my arms, turning away from him and this ridiculous argument. I didn't even want to look at him anymore.
We finally pulled up to the house. The outside looked fine, but I knew the inside was trashed. He didn't say anything, he just got out of the car and went into the house. As soon as he left, I turned on the radio and cranked up the rock station. I ignored him when he put something in the backseat, I ignored him when he got in the car, I ignored him when he glanced at me then at the radio and I ignored him when he let out a sigh and backed away from the house, whipping the car around so fast that I whacked my head against my window. I suppressed a groan. Asshole...
When we got back to the house, after that pretty erratic trip to the other house, I jumped out of the car before he hardly even had time to stop. I was just completely sick of him. I stormed into the house, wandered up the stairs and found an empty bedroom. I didn't know whose it was, but I was sleeping here.
I fell asleep pretty quickly, with everything going on lately, meeting Sam, finding out my parents think vampires kidnapped me...well...and Damien being an even bigger jerk then usual, it's no wonder I was exhausted.
My eyes fluttered open. I blinked a few times to get my eyes to adjust. It was still dark, but seemed even darker then when I fell asleep. I didn't look around the room when I had walked in. I just had wandered the house until I found a room with a bed. Then I heard something that made my heart jump into my throat. The sound of glass being scratched across the room. The scratching became louder. Something, or someone was outside the window in this room. Where was the window? Did I want to look? I did a quick glance around the room, spotting the window, a curtain covering it so I couldn't see out. Luckily no one could see in though.
As the scratching became even louder I forced myself to jump out of bed and run scared out of the room. I stumbled into the hallway. There were rooms up and down this hallway, it reminded me of the other house. My first thought was, where was Damien? I needed to find him. My second thought; I hate myself for those being my first thoughts.
I walked down the hall, feeling cautious, when I came to a room with the door cracked open. All the others were shut. But wouldn't Damien completely shut his door? Why would he leave it open like this? I pushed the door open. My eyes adjusted quickly and I saw his silhouette on the bed.
I moved across the room silently. He was laying on his back. I went to touch his shoulder when my eyes decided to land on his face. The gash that had been on his face seemed to be completely gone. I wonder if there was a scar? I leaned closer, I couldn't tell in the dark. I was really close now, but still couldn't see. But I did see it when his eyes flew open. I gasped, trying to jump back.
He grabbed my arm before I could move away from him and he tugged, causing me to fall forward and land right on top of him. He smirked up at me as I squirmed to get out from on top of him. His arms wound around my body, making my squirming stop. His touch...I couldn't....it was intoxicating. I hated him! I hated myself. These thoughts of mine were not normal. He flipped me onto the other side of him and hovered over my body. I looked up at him, feeling angry and embarrassed. Damn him. He tilted his head at me, that smirk still on his face.
“Is something wrong?” He asked, amusement in his voice.
I furrowed my eyebrows at him.
“Well the fact that you pulled me onto you--”
His hand came up moving the hair out of my face, making my words come to a halt.
“I meant is there a reason why you came running in here with your heart jumping around your chest?” His hand moved down my neck, making my heart start doing flips. His hand came down onto my chest. What was he doing?! Then I realized his flat palm was feeling my heartbeat. Was this something I should be worried about? Was he trying to feel my heart so he knew how much blood was being pumped around in my veins? His other hand trailed across my cheekbone as his face began to inch closer. I bit my lip. Why me?
“Kim...” His husky voice let out, his face getting closer. I tried to back further into the pillow. “You're such an idiot.”
I could almost feel his lips against mine now. I wanted to make him go away, get away from those lips but at the same time I wanted to close the distance. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him! I did the only thing I could think of, I used all my strength to shove him off of me. To my surprise, his weight left my body. The bed tilted a bit and I heard a thud. I sat up, looking down at Damien who layed on the floor, so still it seemed like he fell back asleep. I frowned at him. What the heck?
“Damien? Are you okay?” I asked from the edge of the bed.
When he didn't answer, I jumped off the bed, landing beside him. I poked his shoulder.
“Hey? Damien?” Silence.
“Hmm?” He finally murmured.
“Did you just try to kiss me?!” I didn't realize what I was gasping until it came out of my mouth. My hand slapped across my mouth, trying to keep myself from saying more stupid things. A long second passed before he said anything.
“Did you enjoy it?” He continued to murmur.
“You didn't do it...” I found myself frowning at him which then I kicked myself mentally for frowning.
“You wanted me to.” He stated.
I hesitated and he was smirking again. I rolled my eyes.
“In your--”
He sat up, making me stop myself short. His eyes opened, looking at me. He stared at me. I stared back. His smirk disappeared, replaced by a serious look on his face. I frowned at him confused. Why was he looking at me like that? He blinked a couple times then scowled at me. I narrowed my eyes at him and he got onto his feet, turning around to leave. Then I remember why I actually came in here.
“Damien, wait...” I stopped him, standing up. He stopped by the door. “Can I stay in here so I can get a couple more hours of sleep?”
I saw him shrug. “I'm going downstairs anyways.”
“But, the point of me staying in here was to be with you.” I blurted out. God, I hate myself so much sometimes.
He jerked around at my words. His eyes were wide at first and then he was smirking at me.
“I didn't mean it like that.” I looked down at my feet. “I just...I heard something outside the window and...” I stammered, trying to process the right words. His hand planted firmly on my shoulder. I looked up at him. He flinched when our eyes met.
“Stop doing that.” He snapped, annoyed. I narrowed my eyes again. “I'll stay with you until you fall asleep, I guess.” He sighed.
I sighed back but relieved. I got into the bed, turning my back away from him. My head was spinning. I wonder what it would feel like to actually kiss Damien? I shook my head to get that bad thought out of my mind. No more thinking. Just go to sleep. But I laid awake for hours, feeling Damien's body next to me as he laid on his back with his hands behind his head until I finally drifted off into yet another deep sleep.
My dream started off slowly. A whirlwind of childhood memories flashing through my mind, until it abruptly stopped. It was as if my dream was suddenly set on pause. I was standing out side the Palace in our Public Gardens. The full silver moon was high in the warm summer sky. Fireflies were lighting up the trees in the distance.
I was wearing a big pink ballgown. I turned around going back inside. I had to give myself some air. I had to let myself have some alone time. I was heading back into my own ball. The clock hadn't struck midnight, so I was not yet 14. That's right, now I remember, it was for my 14th birthday.
I looked across the room to see my mother and father sitting on their throwns, drinking red wine and laughing with the adult guests. It made my stomach twist for some reason. I looked near the middle of the grand hall. My big brother Link was dancing happily with his at the time girlfriend. But I knew they had secretly got married not too long ago. I was there to witness it. I smiled at the sight of them.
(It was weird, at one point Link was my best friend. The horrible ending to his marriage turned him into one bitter man and an unforgivable traitor. If he couldn't be happy, no one else could be. He was never like that when we were younger. My almost 14 year old self smiled at him, my 17 year old self cursed him.)
There were many people that night. Dancing, laughing, drinking. It was all for me. I saw smiles on everyone's faces. There had to have been hundreds of people here. In the mist of all the chaos my eyes wandered to a very familiar face. Was that...No. It couldn't be. Could it?
His beautiful blue eyes met mine. Then he did something so out of character I had to do a double take. He smiled at me. A full on, pearly white, handsome smile. He nodded at me in acknowledgment, then turned around, walking out of the room. He looked to be about the same age as now. So even half-vampires couldn't age? Or maybe he wasn't at the ball at all? Maybe only in just my dream? It happened a little over three years ago, it seemed like a memory. Like a memory I had been repressing and only awakened inside my head as a dream. I pushed my way through the crowd. Okay, now it was starting to feel like a dream, I didn't do this at my ball. I know for a fact I didn't chase after the man with blue eyes...
“Damien!” I called as the laughing and music grew louder, making my jaw tighten. I finally managed to push my way to where I had last seen him standing. My eyes caught something on the ground. A trail of blood on the white tile floor, leading outside. I followed it, very confused.
“Damien?!” I called again, a little unsure this time. I stepped back outside. I had just been out here. I heard a noise from somewhere in the far off trees. I started walking towards the forest, then broke into a run. The sight I came up to made me stop dead in my tracks.
Venom held Damien above the ground by the throat. Blood oozed from his throat. His eyes were shut tightly.
“Damien!” I shouted now, surprising myself by how my shout echoed. “Fight back!” Tears welled up in my eyes. I forced them back, swallowing hard.
His eyes opened. I gasped when they weren't blue but a crimson color. Venom dropped him carelessly. He slumped on the ground. He didn't move at all. What was wrong with him? He wasn't dead. He couldn't be. Damien couldn't die!
“There's no one to save you now, girl...” Venom spat. He flashed over to me and grabbed my hair roughly.
“Kim!” Someone shouted, my body was being jostled.
My eyes snapped open now as I let out a gasp. I felt tears streaming down my face. I went to move my right arm to wipe them away. I've never woke up crying before. No dream has ever seemed so real. When I tried to move my arm, I finally realized someone had a hold of it. I looked up, seeing Damien looking curiously down at me with a hint of a worried look on his face. The worry disappeared quickly. He let go of my arm.
“I thought I was going to have to slap you awake.” His voice sounded happy that I was awake.
“You would have loved that, huh?” I instantly accused. His eyes hardened for a second.
“What the hell were you dreaming about?” He ignored my accusation, an amused smirk snaking across his face. I sat up, bringing my knees up to my chest.
“I'm not sure...” I muttered a lie.
“Well you've been saying my name for the past ten minutes.” He informed me.
That explains the smirk. My face had a faint blush to it, I already knew that much. But I raised my eyebrow at him.
“Maybe you were being annoying.” I shrugged. “Nothing new there...” I muttered but of course he heard me.
His jaw tensed as he scratched the back of his head. I couldn't help but stare at his muscles. I frowned at myself. Damn my dirty mind. I shook off the thought, looking at his face and meeting his eyes. He jumped slightly, almost, almost falling backwards off the bed.
"I thought I told you to stop that." He snapped at me, a look of annoyance crossing his face.
"And what is it that I'm doing exactly?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"You keep," He paused, frowning deeply. "looking at me...."
What?! Jesus, this man has a lot of nerve! He stood up now, heading for the door. I crawled out of bed after him, following him downstairs.
“I can't even look at you now?” I asked, coming up behind him as he opened a door leading into a room downstairs.
He turned, looking at me. His eyes searched my face before he slid into the room, shutting the door on me. Okay, so I got a little mad at his sudden silent treatment and decided it was a brilliant idea to kick the door really, really hard. This wasn't a good idea at all considering I was barefoot. I let out a yelp, limping my way into the living room. And I, like a crazy person, began talking to myself. I didn't even notice a smirking Damien standing in the entrance of the living room.
“Oh, sure Kimberly, that was a great idea! Try to kick a bloody hardwood door down with your toes! No wonder he calls me...” I looked up as I slowly let myself finish my sentence. “An idiot.”
I closed my eyes, slapping my hand over my face. I heard him laugh at my expense. His laughter sounded closer then it should have been . I opened my eyes, peeking through my fingers at him. He was sitting on the couch next to me, looking at me, amused of course. He rolled his eyes, pulling my hand away from my face. Was that a small hint of an actual grin on his face? Not a smirk?
“Is your foot going to be alright?” He asked, concerned?!
I bit my lip. He hit my forehead lightly.
“”Don't do that either.”
I gaped at him.
“What?! The only reason why my foot hurts in the first place is because you keep telling me not to do anything that I would normally do!”
He raised an eyebrow. “So it's my fault you have anger problems?”
I tried to punch his arm, he seriously must have flexed because I let out another yelp of pain, leaning forward holding my hand. That wasn't fair! He sighed.
“I'm guessing that's my fault too...”
“Yep...” I muttered, still in pain.
“Let me see.” He demanded, reaching for my hand.
I turned away from him, refusing to let him near my sore hand. He grabbed my shoulder, to turn me towards him. He let out a frustrated sigh now.
“Don't be so damn stubborn, Kim.” He pulled harder and I turned to him. But then I instantly moved away from him.
“Don't touch.” Was all I said to him.
He rolled his eyes then I turned away from him again. I felt movement and I stood to leave the room. I gasped when his arms came around my waist tightly, lifted me and fell back onto the cough. I squirmed in his lap.
“I just want to make sure I didn't hurt you as badly as it sounded.” He grunted as I continued to squirm.
He locked me against him and squirming was doing absolutely nothing. Suddenly he pressed his face into my neck and I felt his sharp teeth graze my neck. I stopped moving all together. My heart jumped and bounded around, as if trying to jump out of me and run away. I swallowed. I felt his smirk against my skin. He lifted his head, looking at me now. I looked back at him. Those eyes. Damn those eyes of his.
His hand ran down my arm, causing my body to shiver with pleasure. His pupils dilated as he felt this. His hand finally landed on top of mine. He laced his fingers with mine. For the second time in just a few hours his lips were inching closer to mine.
The sound of the door opening made me jump away from him. It didn't help that Damien had been pushing me off of him even before I heard the door opening. With his pushing and my jumping I ended up on the floor, looking like an idiot.
I glowered up at Damien, who quickly looked away, scratching the back of his head again, pretending that didn't just happen. Something moved in the corner of my eye. I glanced seeing a hand in front of my face. I looked up at Vincent, who smiled a bit too knowingly for my liking. I took his hand and he pulled me swiftly to my feet.
The too noticeable smile plastered on his face made me wince. Sam was leaning against the wall staring at us. Damien stood up behind me, leaving the room so fast I almost missed it when he punched Sam really hard on the arm as he walked by him. He had hit him so hard Sam almost ended up on the floor but he was able to easily keep his balance.
They both watched Damien leave, then turned to me. Vincent was still grinning and Sam sighed, shaking his head disappointed. I could just see the questions bubbling up behind their eyes. I let myself sink back into the couch, digging my head in my hands. I knew what they were thinking; me and Damien were growing on eachother. Didn't they know we hated eachother? Didn't they know he liked to torture me like that? Didn't they know they were crazy for even thinking like that?! They had no idea. Me and Damien couldn't stand eachother...And that's exactly what I kept trying to keep convincing myself....
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sorry it took so long to update! I've been really busy the past couple weeks. ill try to update again soon. as always vote/comment/fan/enjoy :)