Chapter 58: Chapter Fifty-Eight

I groaned as I struggled to move from under the blanket, but it felt like I was trapped with invisible bonds. My own mind was holding me prisoner, refusing to let me move or speak, unable to open my eyes or mouth. I could hear everything going on around me, and I knew if I couldn't say or do anything, Damien would die.

'Please you dumb body. Move, speak. Do something! If Damien dies... No! He can't die!' I screamed internally, willing my brain to do something, anything. The most I was able to get out, was that noise. That small inconsequential groan. I couldn't tell if it had any effect, as the surrounding room remained deathly silent. 'Please, don't let him be dead. Please.' I begged as I continued to try to open my eyes.

"Bast?" Sam's soft voice cut through the confusion, like a life raft being tossed out towards me to pull me out of the water that held me prisoner. I tried my best to grab onto it, but felt like my own mind was fighting against me, trying to pull me back into the vast nothingness that had enclosed me for what seemed like an eternity.

I felt my head beginning to pound mercilessly as I struggled to free myself of this proverbially impenetrable grasp. It took every ounce of strength and willpower I could muster, but I was finally able to open my eyes. I was greeted by Sam's bright blue orbs, looking into my face with a mixture of happiness and worry.

When Sam saw that I was trying to sit up, he tried to stop me, and push me back down. But I shook my head, trying to find Damien.

As much as I wish I hadn't, I finally found Damien. I felt my heart shattering as my eyes landed on his hunched over figure on the ground, at my bedside.

"He's not dead!" Sam gasped out, taking hold of my shoulders to hold me down as I began to fall. "He's not dead, Bast. But he will be if I don't get him blood. As much I feel like I shouldn't leave you alone right now, I need to. So please just stay here." He said as I climbed off of the bed to hold Damien in my arms.

I tried to speak through my tears, but found that I couldn't. So instead I nodded quickly before turning my attention back to Damien. His eyes were closed, his beautiful face frozen in a look of painful serenity. It tore at my heartstrings, knowing that he was so at peace with dying. All because of me.

"Please, Damien, you can't die on me." I whispered to him as I caressed the side of his face, like he'd done to me so often.

It felt like hours before Sam finally returned, carrying a man over his shoulder. He threw the man down at Damien's feet, before picking him up by the throat, as if he weighed nothing. I knew, of course, that to a vampire, this man was nothing more than a rag doll. "Bast, you should not be sitting so close." He said, holding his free hand out to me.

I reluctantly stood, carefully setting Damien back down, before standing and taking Sam's hand. Once I was safe behind him, he cut a small hole in the man's throat, causing him to scream out in pain. Sam held the man over Damien, so his blood flowed freely into his mouth. Almost immediately, Damien's eyes flew open, showing his eyes had both returned to their natural color. He put his hand on the back of the man's throat, and sank his fangs in quickly, drinking.

Sam backed up a few steps, holding me behind him, making sure Damien wouldn't try to attack me. Once Damien had finished drinking, he looked up at Sam curiously, then around him to me. When his eyes landed on me, he chuckled softly, a low and demonic sound like no other I'd heard.

"So is this death? What a cruel and unusual place." He muttered softly, tossing the man casually to the side before standing.

"Lucifer?" Sam asked, looking Damien up and down, as if he didn't believe his own eyes.

I couldn't wait for Sam to decide if it was safe or not, so I ran forward and jumped into Damien's arms, squealing with happiness. "I thought you were dead!" I exclaimed, kissing him softly.

"Aren't I?" He asked me, wrapping his arms around my waist, before sighing in content. "A cruel place to be sure, but since you are here my love, I reckon I'll quite enjoy my afterlife. Strange, as I didn't think a creature such as myself would have one."

"Damien you aren't dead!"

"I must be, kitten. You are awake."

I sighed and pushed against him, to put myself back on the ground. I walked back to Sam who'd remained still, watching Damien closely. I took a pad of paper and wrote down a quick note, then showed it to him. When he saw what I wrote, his eyes went wide in a look of quizzical amusement, then waited patiently as I wrote down something else. After reading what I wrote down, he nodded in understanding, then looked back up at Damien. "Come outside, brother."

Damien squinted curiously at Sam and I, but followed us outside nonetheless. Once we arrived outside, I waited by the front door as Sam and Damien continued further into the yard, a safe distance away. "What-" Damien started to ask, but was cut off as Sam punched him in the chest, sending him flying backwards into the cluster of trees.

"Bast asked me to knock some sense into you, seeing as how she would break her hand if she tried." Sam said to Damien, watching him as he stood and walked back towards us. He looked like he was about to attack Sam, but thought about it and turned towards me instead.

"I'm not dead?" He asked so softly I could barely hear it, but as he said it, his face was slowly breaking out into a smile as he laughed, and pulled me back into his arms. "Oh, Bast! You're awake!" He exclaimed as he hugged me a bit too tightly, causing me to whimper.

"Yes, you're alive and I'm awake." I said. I waited until he set me down before slapping him across the face, causing him to reel back, stunned. "You were going to leave me?" I yelled, pushing against his chest, but to no great effect as he remained still, his eyes filled with hurt as he watched me.

"I didn't think-" He started to say, but I cut him off.

"Damn right you didn't think!" I said, then wrapped my arms around him, pressing my face into his stomach as my tears began to fall again. "If you ever do that to me again... I don't know what I'll do. But it will be bad." I mumbled through my tears.

"I promise, I won't." He chuckled softly as he kissed the top of my head, breathing in deeply like he'd forgotten my scent.

" Little Bastet!" Sinclair exclaimed, as he walked up from the guest house with Divinity.

"Sinclair!" I said, wiping furiously at my tears before hugging Sinclair. I only hugged him for a moment, before jumping back and looking at Damien. I fully expected him to attack Sinclair, but I was surprised when he shook his head softly, with a slight smile. I looked back at Sinclair, curiously.

Divinity stood off to the side, until Sinclair finally released me, before stepping forward with a smile. "It looks as if this isn't bad timing after all. When did you come out of your coma?"

"Not long ago. Why would it be bad timing?" I asked her curiously, before giving her a quick hug.

"I've gathered all the ingredients for the potion. The only thing left is to mix everything. By this time tomorrow, Damien will be human." She said with a smile, looking between Damien and I before continuing. "Are you still wanting this?"

I turned to look at Damien, who was watching me intently. "Is it safe? So soon after everything?" He asked Divinity.

"I see no reason why it wouldn't be."

Damien nodded softly, then looked down at me, his eyes filled with love and affection. "It looks like we're having a baby after all."