Chapter 43: Chapter Forty-Three

When I woke up in the morning, the sun shining brightly, the wind blowing softly through my open balcony. I felt my heartbeat quickening as I lifted my hand, and saw the ring on my finger. I felt nothing short of giddy, remembering I would take Damien's last name. After standing and dressing quickly in Damien's shirt, and a pair of galaxy colored shorts, I walked to the balcony. No matter how many times I'd stood on this balcony, the sight that greeted me was just as awe-inspiring as the first time I saw it.

To my right, I could see the meadow, the various colors and flowers appeasing to the eye. Even from up here, I could smell the flowers, bringing a smile to my face. To the left was where the tree line began, leading out into a vast forest that spanned dozens of miles. I giggled when I saw the tree Damien had been thrown through, the night before.

I closed my eyes as I sat on the chair, enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing through my hair, the sun beating down softly, giving me warmth as nothing else could.

'I won't be able to do this anymore after Damien turns me.' I thought, but I wasn't as upset about it as I thought I should be. I knew I wanted to be with Damien, and I will gain far more than I could ever lose, by becoming a vampire. 'I'll still be able to enjoy the sunlight, but not as freely as I can now. Does it really matter anyway? I can imagine Damien will keep me otherwise occupied throughout the years.'

"Your beauty never ceases to amaze," Damien said softly from behind me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned around to see that Damien was leaning against the balcony door, watching me enjoy the view, a soft and loving smile on his beautiful face. He was wearing only a pair of black sweatpants, his short black hair still messy from our passion the night before. His bright blue eyes shining brilliantly as he looked down at me, watching me as I took in his appearance.

I giggled when he said this and turned back to face the view, trying to hide my blush. Damien sat in the chair opposite of mine, set two cups down on the table between us, and took my hand in his. We sat on the balcony for a while, enjoying the serenity of the moment. Neither of us spoke for a while, lost in our own thoughts.

I reached over and took one of the cups off the table, not realizing I'd grabbed Damien's cup by accident, and was greeted with a mouthful of blood.

"Ugh!" I exclaimed, standing and spitting the blood over the side of the balcony, then grabbing my cup to wash down the taste. Damien turned his head to the right, trying to hide his amusement from me, but his dimple gave away his recreation. "I'm glad you find that funny," I said, smacking his arm playfully.

"How could I not? You will be craving that taste soon, you realize?" He responded, turning back to face me, leaning back in his chair as he looked up into the sky. I followed his lead and did the same, putting my legs on top of the railing, closing my eyes before sighing in content. "Kitten, do you know when you would like to marry?" he asked after a few minutes.

"It has to be after my birthday, but that's as far as I've gotten," I responded, looking over at him curiously.

"Why is that?"

"I can't marry you until I'm eighteen," I said, then laughed. "I can't believe it's only been a month since the first day I went to work with you."

Damien nodded in agreement, his eyes clouding over in anger as he thought about it. "The number of things you've gone through, after deciding to accept me, words cannot describe how sorry I am." He said softly, looking down. I felt my words catch in my throat when I saw how much pain he was in. I wanted to do anything possible, to alleviate that pain.

"Damien, I love you. And that isn't going to change. I'm not upset about what's happened, after all, those things are what helped me decide I wanted to be with you." I said as I stood, then sat in his lap, cupping his chin softly. He kissed me softly, then put his head on my chest, wrapping his arms around me.

"I love you more, my little kitten." He said before standing and carrying me back inside. He walked with me in his arms until we reached the kitchen, where he set me down on the counter, before pulling out various things to make breakfast.

I reached over and refilled my coffee as I watched him, enjoying every little movement he made. Sometimes I honestly couldn't believe how beautiful he was. His tall and muscular frame, accented by his muscle and handsome face. Being born in 1752, I knew he did a lot of manual labor, most likely on a farm. As I thought about his age, I found myself realizing just how old this man really was.

"Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed suddenly, causing Damien to rush to my side, worriedly.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his eyes wide in concern.

"You were born the same year that Benjamin Franklin flew the fucking kite!" I exclaimed, my mouth open in a mixture of surprise and amusement. This outburst caused Damien to laugh harder than I'd ever seen him laugh before. His voice booming so deeply, it felt like an earthquake in my bones. "Please tell me you didn't wear one of those dumb wigs?" I asked, after waiting for his hysterical laughter to stop.

He didn't respond but instead continued making breakfast, still chuckling softly. I watched him for a few moments before realizing he wasn't going to answer my question. So I pulled out my phone and looked at events from the year he "Died."

"You were turned the year our twelve president was born! And if that isn't enough, you were walking this earth during the American Revolution!" I said as he picked me up and carried me into the dining room.

"Is this really the first time you've truly thought about my age?" He asked, still chuckling in amusement as he watched my reactions. "Then I'd suggest you not think about how old Sinclair is." He mumbled, just loud enough for me to hear it, before taking a bite of his bacon.

"Oh, shit," I mumbled, now unable to think about anything other than Sinclair's age. I shook my head and tried to focus instead on my breakfast. "Why would you do that to me?"

"Because it's hilarious. Why else?"

"How did you get stuck with the name Lucifer, when everyone else was getting named some weird shit like Wolfgang or William?"

"How did you get stuck with the name Bast, when everyone else is getting named Samantha, or Emily?" He retorted, raising an eyebrow.

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