Chapter 47: Chapter Forty-Seven

"Damien, I'm sorry." I whispered, looking down at my hands. I could feel my lip trembling, my emotions threatening to get the best of me.

"You said you were going to explain, Bast." Damien snapped, his fists balled tightly, still refusing to open his eyes. “So please explain to me why, while I was literally burning myself to save you, you were making out with him?”

“It wasn’t like that.”

I tried to take his hand, it seemed like his physical touch was the only thing that could bring me comfort. It didn't surprise me when he jumped up and crossed the room, getting as far away from me as possible, but it did hurt. It felt like a slap across the face, or even worse, it felt like my heart was literally breaking.

"Are you going to sit there and cry, or are you going to speak?" Damien yelled, still refusing to look at me. Instead he had his back to me, facing the door. It was like if he looked at me he may lose his control.

"Damien, I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, loosing the battle against my emotions as they finally overtook me, tears streaming freely down my cheeks.

“Are you sorry because you did it, or are you sorry because you've feelings for him?" He asked me, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I don't have feelings for him." I responded, willing myself to stop crying.

“Don't!" He yelled, punching the door so hard, it flew off of his hinges, and split into two as it fell onto the floor under the stairs. "Don't lie to me."

“I'm not lying Dami-" I started to say, but was cut off as Damien had pinned me down on the couch, his hands on either side of my head. His eyes were red, and quickly turning purple as he snarled at me, his fangs fully elongated.

“Wether she is yours or not, I simply will not stand for a man putting his hands on a woman." Sinclair said from the doorway, surprising both Damien and I.

“I suggest you stay out of my sight, recreant. The only reason you are still walking this earth, is due to my woman."

“Do you believe she will stay with you, even after how you are treating her?" Sinclair asked, mockingly. He was purposely tempting Damien, the reason for him doing so was lost on me. Did he want to die? "I have the ability to change the emotional and mental status of those around me. I knew you'd never believe her if she told you, so I gave you first hand experience with my abilities. I’ve been affecting you since you stepped out of that car. Anger, jealously, sorrow, and anger again. You don’t have a wide array of emotions for me toy with. Makes it a little boring.”

“Sinclair!” I yelled, fuming mad. If Damien weren’t on top of me, I would have tried to slap him. Would I fail? Yes. Would it hurt me? Also yes. But it would’ve been worth it.

This seemed to resonate with Damien as he suddenly turned to face Sinclair, then looked down at me. When he saw what he was doing, his eyes reverted to blue as he looked down at me in horror. "What have I done?" He said breathlessly as he stood and took a few steps back. "Bast..."

I stood, and took a few trembling steps back, not sure of what to think. Was all of this anger really caused by Sinclair? When he affected me, he said he only increased the doubt. That means this anger was there before, he'd only amplified it, right?

“Are you still mad about me, for wanting a baby?" I asked him. The last time I could think Damien was this upset, is when we had the fight. So that anger was still there, just buried. That's the only thing I could think of that would still have such anger to tap into.

"No, my love." “Damien.

“Sinclair increases emotions and thoughts, he doesn’t just create them out of nothing. What else is there that has you this enraged?”

“Bast, please stop. I’m not angry at you.” Damien said, trying to close the distance between us.

"You are! That's the only thing that makes sense. You're mad that I want a baby, and you can't give me one, aren't you?" I said, shaking my head as my sadness and regret was replaced with anger and betrayal.

"Well that's just not true." Sinclair cut in, as he sat on the couch and turned on the tv, not seemingly particularly interested in the conversation.

"Why are you still here?" Damien snapped, taking the controller and flipping the tv off.

“What isn’t true?” I asked.

“Well first, the anger I tapped into was due to this meeting he needs to call, not you Bast. And secondly, You can have a child together. " He said, holding his hand out for the controller. When he realized Damien was not going to return it, he rolled his eyes with a growl. "It's not easy, nor is it by any means cheap. But you can impregnate your little human, if that is what you desire." He added, turning his head to look at me.

I felt my heart jumping with... well I don’t know what. It was a lot of things. Happiness, joy, confusion. I looked at Damien to see what his reaction was, but he didn’t have one.

“How?” He asked Sinclair.

“If I knew how to give myself the ability to impregnate a human, I wouldn’t be a recreant. You have to find the witch. I don’t know her name, or if where she lives. Last I saw of her, was over 150 years ago.”

“I suggest you find her.” Damien said before motioning for him to leave.

Once Sinclair had left, Damien turned to face me. He didn’t come any closer, but he didn’t move any further away either. “I am so sorry, Bast.”

“I was tricked by his ability too. Now do you see?”

“You had no choice. It was like my anger became sentient and took over, I imagine that is how it felt with you?”

“Pretty much.”

“If Sinclair is able to find this witch, is this still something you want?” He asked me, his eyes remained glued to the space directly behind my head. At first it looked like he was staring at me, but he wasn’t. He was staring past me.

“I want a new bedroom door.” I responded, crossing my arms. Damien sighed softly, then turned and walked away. He came back a few moments later with a door identical to the one he’d broken. “You keep an extra in case you get pissed. Nice.” I said spitefully, shaking my head.

Once he’d finished attaching the door, I stepped forward and closed it, leaving Damien on the other side. “Until we know that Sinclair isn’t toying with our emotions, it’s best if we stay separated.”