Chapter 13: Chapter Thirteen

After dressing and brushing my hair out, I stepped out of the bathroom and into a scene straight out of a movie. I hadn't fully paid attention to the gore and carnage in my room before, but I couldn't ignore it now. The bodies were thrown about, necks ripped open, hearts torn out, or daggers sticking out of their chests.

Damien was leaning against my desk, wearing a new suit with a red tie, his foot right next to one of the men he killed. He was reading through a stack of paperwork as if he wasn't surrounded on all sides by blood and dead bodies.

I looked over at Dana's body, her eyes wide open, staring blankly at where I was when I stabbed her. Her face still held an expression of surprise. She didn't think I had the ability to kill her, but she should have known. If you push someone hard enough they would either push back, or tuck their tail and cower. But I was never one to cower.

"Misses Bast, what else would you like me to pack?" Sam said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned to him, blinking a few times to clear my mind. Sam was standing by my dresser with a few packed suitcases, and one open on the bed. I hadn't paid much mind to him before, but as I looked at him now, I realized how attractive he was. He was only a few inches shorter than Damien, but still towered over me. He had shortcut blonde hair with deep blue eyes, and an unnaturally beautiful face. His overall appearance was much more welcoming than Damien's. Where Damien was gorgeous but terrifying, Sam was beautiful but friendly or, so he seemed.

Damien saw the way I was taking in Sam's appearance, and took me into his arms, standing between Sam and I, his eyes flashing red. "Kitten, what else would you like to bring with you?" he asked me, trying to sound soft, but his voice betrayed him as his jealously was evident.

"Just my clothes, there's nothing else here I care about." I said as I put my head against his chest, sighing heavily.

"Sam." Damien said over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off of me as he took my hand and led me over the bodies, out of the room.

"Yes, Sir." Sam said, picking up the suitcases and following us out of the room.

"Aren't you going to take care of that?" My mother shrieked, standing in front of us, at the base of the stairs.

Damien began to reply, but stopped once I squeezed his hand. "Take care of it yourself." I spat at her, looking over at my father who was sitting at the table, counting money. It was no doubt the money Dana had given them.

"And where the hell do you think you're going?" She asked me, noticing Sam standing behind us, carrying my suitcases.

"Away from you." I said and shoved her hard, making her fall on the ground. My father jumped up and ran to her side, making sure she was okay before looking at me, not even trying to hide the hatred in his face.

"You putrid whore! Who do you think you are?"

I took Damien's hand and continued out the door to where his car was parked. There was another expensive car parked behind his, where Sam put my luggage and drove it to Damien's house. "Do we have to go now?" I asked him as he opened the passenger side door for me.

"No, where would you like to go?" He asked me as he got in beside me, and buckled me in.

"I don't know, but I want to be outside." I responded. He nodded and started driving, without another word. "Damien, in the shower earlier you said you couldn't, not yet. Why not?"

He chuckled as he parked the car and held my hand, leading me to a park. I walked with him into the park and sat on a swing, he leaned against the pole, watching me as I began to swing. It felt really familiar, but I couldn't remember why. "Do you remember being here?" He asked me after a few moments.

"I know this place is familiar, but I don't fully remember."

"This is why I said I couldn't yet. I made a promise that I wouldn't have you, until you turned eighteen."

"Who did you promise that to?" I asked him curiously as I cocked my head to the side at him.

"You, kitten." He said as he grabbed the chains of my swing, stopping me. "Your parents forgot to pick you up from school one day, so I stayed with you until they arrived. We sat right here on this swing set, you were still a young thing, nearing seven. You told me I was the prettiest man you've ever seen and asked me if I would marry you." He said, the memory bringing a smile to his face. He gave me a soft push before he continued. "I told you I would marry you, but only if you still wanted me to once you were eighteen. You were pissed at me so you said, if you can't be married to me, then I am not allowed to have sex with you until you were old enough to marry me."

"I do actually remember that!" I exclaimed, the memory now vivid as I recalled it. "You don't consider what you've done to be sex though?" I asked him, trying not to blush.

"Well, I asked you specifically what sex was, and you told me it was the thing adults did to make babies. I have done nothing that would make a baby with you, so no."

"That is so immensely fucked up!" I laughed out. "It doesn't weird you out at all, to want me, even after watching me grow up?" I asked him as I jumped off the swing and hugged him, looking up at his gorgeous face.

"You have to remember something, kitten. No human being that is currently alive, was around when I was born. I've been around to watch millions die, and millions more born." He said kissing my forehead as he picked me up and carried me to the car. "It's nearly midnight, you need to get some sleep."

I felt a pang of sadness when I heard what he said. I couldn't imagine how lonely he was at times, knowing he would outlive every human alive. "I'm not tired at all, but I am hungry." I said as he set me down in the car.

He drove us to a restaurant that was open twenty-four hours, sat across the booth from me, and waited until after we ordered before saying anything more. "I know you want to ask me something."

"What is your real name?" I asked him, as I took a drink of my sweet tea. "I know you can't have kept the same name, not over two hundred years."

"The name I was given at birth? Lucifer Damien." He said, looking down at the table.

"You know when you came to my house that night, I thought you were the actual devil." I said with a giggle as I stretched out. "Do you think there is something wrong with me?" I asked him softly just as the waitress brought our food out.

"Why would I?" He asked me.

"I wanted to kill Dana, because I needed to kill her? Or better yet, because I enjoyed it?"