Chapter 26: Chapter Twenty-Six

"Well you can't do it, so how else would I have a kid?" I asked him with a shrug. I knew I was pushing my luck, but I was much too drunk to really comprehend exactly how much.

"I will not allow it." Damien snapped as he stood quickly, making my head slam into the armrest with a loud thump. Damien's eyes widened for a moment as he began to apologize, but then stopped as he looked down at me, plainly enraged.

I winced as I sat up, feeling the bump on my head already begin to grow. The pleasant feeling I had from the alcohol was no more than a fleeting memory as the pounding headache set in. "Not really your decision to make, Lucifer." I snapped back, spitting his name out with disdain, squeezing my eyes closed as I massaged the spot on the back of my head. "How exactly do you plan on stopping me?" I added as I looked up at him, my heart pounding in a mixture of hatred and pain. Not only did he condemn me to a life in hiding, due to my parents blaming the murders on me. But now I cannot even have a child? The one thing I truly want in life?

Valerie always told me I was insane and that it was just a phase, but for as long as I can remember, I have always wanted a baby. Even more than a baby, I've always wanted a little family of three. So I can give all of my love to my child and my husband. Those dreams were destroyed when I was twelve, when Damien laid his claim on me. He destroyed me having any hope of it becoming a reality, but he could never stop me from wanting it.

"You think I will allow you to have the child of another man? You. Are. Mine. Because you are drunk, little girl, I will forgive what you've said." Damien said slowly as he kneeled down in front of me, sounding out every word like I was a child who couldn't understand what he was saying. He was giving me a chance to bow out and renege.

I looked into his eyes, no longer afraid of the ferocious animal that hid inside him, and spoke slowly so there was no question as to my sobriety. "You cannot stop me."

Damien looked into my eyes for what felt like an eternity before he snarled, showing me his teeth, then stood quickly. "You believe I cannot stop you? I'll show you differently, little girl." He said over his shoulder as he left the room, slamming the door closed behind him. After the door shut, I heard the sound of a lock being moved into place from the other side of my bedroom door.

I jumped up and ran to the door, trying to open it, to find that the door had indeed been locked. "Are you fucking kidding me, Damien?" I screamed through the door, knowing he would be able to hear me even if I whispered. With a scream I went to the other side of the room where my balcony was and looked down to find that there was no way I could leave this route either. From the balcony to the ground the distance was easily sixty feet. If I tried to jump, I would be lucky to survive. I went back to the bedroom door and tried kicking, hitting, and shaking the door. I knew it wouldn't work, the lock sounded like a bolt, but I couldn't give up so easily.

"You had a lock already installed on my door, and you purposely made sure I couldn't escape. This was for after my eighteenth birthday, wasn't it? So I couldn't run away after you came back for me." I said as I gave up with a dissatisfied grunt and put my back against the door, lowering myself to the ground.

Of course, Damien didn't respond to me.

After about two hours of me sitting against the door, waiting for Damien to unlock it, I realized he was going to keep me locked in my room. He wasn't kidding when he said he could stop me, and now I'm trapped in my room until he decides to let me out. I thought about what I'd said to cause this, but I still didn't think I was the one in the wrong.

"Damien, come talk to me." I said as I stood and waited by the door. I could hear him as he walked out of his office and stood by my door, but he still said nothing. "Fine, I'll talk first." I said with a roll of my eyes.

"Are you going to apologize?" His deep voice came from the other side of the door, clearly still very much upset. I guess another thing about vampires is they can live for hundreds to thousands of years, so it makes sense that he could stay upset throughout a humans entire lifespan. Although, it does seem a bit petty in my opinion, but it's not like my thoughts carried much weight with him right now.

"Are you going to open my door?" I asked him with a sigh. But he stayed silent, only aggravating me more. "You said you didn't tell me about Karin due to being selfish, right? Don't you think you're being selfish by denying me what I want? I can't go anywhere without you, because of the people you killed. I can't be with anyone else because you decided that I was yours, without giving me a fucking choice in the matter. You don't think it's possible that you're being selfish by telling me I can't have a baby?"

"I am not the only one who killed the vampires in your house, Bast. Try not to forget, you drove the dagger into Dana yourself. Repeatedly." He spat through the door. Even without seeing him, I could tell his eyes were blood-red. He waited a few moments before continuing; "Maybe I am being selfish about it. But you are asking me to allow you to have a child by another man. I told you I would be with you until the day one of us dies. Do you not think it selfish of you to demand I raise the bastard child of another man?"

"If you really loved me, you would care about giving me the one thing in life I want." I responded. I knew I was toying with his emotions by saying that, but I was past the point of caring about how he felt.

"If I didn't love you, I would have slaughtered you, the second you raised your hand to me. Learn your place, little girl." He growled threateningly, then walked back to his office, closing the door so hard I was surprised it didn't shatter.

"Go fuck yourself, you gloried leech!" I screamed as I walked into my bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I heard a ding as a message came through on my phone. I knew it was from Damien, but I couldn't resist opening it to see what he'd said.

'That's your job, little girl.' the message read. It took everything I had not to throw the phone against the wall, but I knew if I did, he wouldn't buy me a new one until I apologized.