Chapter 63: Chapter Sixty-Three

"Lucifer, are you awake?" Divinity's voice asked softly from the other side of the bedroom door, rapping quietly.

"I'm awake," Damien grumbled lowly, putting on his pants quickly before crossing the room to open the door.

"I apologize for the interruption, but your time has come to an end. Why don't you come downstairs, I have everything ready in the kitchen to blend the next batch." She said, acknowledging my presence with a soft smile and a nod, before turning to head back downstairs.

"I'll be back in a few minutes, kitten. Why don't you watch some TV?" Damien said, crossing the room to give me a kiss on the forehead, before following Divinity downstairs.

I did as Damien suggested, and watched TV while he went downstairs to extend his time as a human. I knew that he had to begin turning a vampire, in order for it to work. But the sound of his guttural scream echoing thought out the house brought tears to my eyes. It took everything I had not to run to him, but I knew there was nothing I could do. It was best if I stayed put.

I tried to turn up the TV, to drown out the sounds of the hell Damien was enduring in the kitchen, but I couldn't force myself not to worry about him. I settled for sitting out on the balcony, with the TV blaring in the background.

"Why are you sitting out here?" Damien asked from behind me, making me jump up startled.

"Trying to keep my sanity, how are you?" I asked, standing to pull him into a hug.

"I'm fine, kitten, really. I know it must have been horrible for you to have to hear it, but I'm alright. Becoming a vampire isn't exactly a fun process, but it won't kill me either." He said, kissing the top of my head before taking my hand to lead me downstairs, where he had a pot of coffee brewing as well as a kettle of hot water.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked after pouring two cups of coffee, handing one to him. "I wish we could go out in public to enjoy our time. Being a wanted criminal sucks." I grumbled to myself as I started making breakfast.

"Speaking of, we have a plan for taking care of that for you." Damien offered as he reached around me, helping with breakfast.

"What's that?" I asked, turning to face him quickly. I had all but given up hope about getting through this, and the fact that Damien and I never conferred about it, left me unsure of where we stood with this situation.

"The details are not set in stone just yet, but we have a good idea how to finish this situation once and for all." He said, making me groan in frustration.

"Could you be any less vague?"

"I could, but I don't want to get your hopes up just yet. As soon as we know, you'll know. That's a promise." he responded, giving me a quick kiss on the forehead.

When we'd finished eating, we took a blanket and a thermos of tea, then sat in the meadow.

"So, if we have a boy, what do you want to name him?" I asked after a few minutes, refilling my mug.

"He couldn't be a junior, I wouldn't want to force a child to live with a name like mine." He said after a while of thinking in silence. Until he spoke, I wasn't sure if he'd actually heard me or not.

"Well we could name him Damien, so he could still technically be a junior. I know you probably wouldn't like this idea, but I was thinking..." I trailed off, biting my lip softly. I liked the idea, but at the same time, I wasn't sure how he would feel about the idea at all. But in my head, it was a noble notion.

"What is it?"

"What if we named him Alexander, you know because Sinclair's name is Alexander, and he's basically the only reason we are even having this conversation."

Damien considered this for a few moments, his eyes closed as he looked up at the sky, enjoying the soft breeze before speaking again. "It's a good idea, but I think we should ask Sinclair what he thinks about it before we make any decisions."

I voiced my agreement, then set my cup down, so I could lay in the meadow, and closed my eyes. I felt Damien lay down next to me, then pulled me into his arms. "So what about if we had a little girl?"

"Hmm, I'm not sure. Do you have any ideas?"

"I wish I did, but no."

"I was thinking, how are we going to get married if I can barely go in public?" I asked, sitting on top of him, looking down at him with a grin.

"Well, I have the power and money to make sure no media stations get a hold of it. And the friends that I invited to your birthday slash baby shower, we're sworn to secrecy, so they can attend if you wish them to."

"Do you want a big wedding?" I asked, biting my lip, before leaning down so our faces were inches from each others.

"The way you ask, indicates you do not?" He asked softly, furrowing his brow, looking up at me curiously.

"I want to marry you, but I never really saw myself with a big elaborate wedding, like with a big elaborate dress, or stuff like that. I think I'd rather keep it smaller and more personal. But you didn't answer the question."

"I've always pictured a big wedding, but I can respect your wishes, I understand that you'd like a smaller wedding."

"Babe, you always do what I want. At some point in time, what you want needs to take precedence over what I want." I said with a sigh, shaking my head.

He smiled softly, putting his arms around me, rolling us, so I was underneath him. He smirked at me, showing his dimples, before leaning down to give me a hard kiss. "Your wish, is my command, kitten."

I laid back, stretching out as best I could from underneath him, then wrapped my arms and legs around him. "While your heart still beats, your wish is my command."

"Is that so?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, an impish grin slowly spreading.

I slowly ran my hand down his chest, until it met the hem of his shirt, then hooked his shirt and pulled it up slowly. "It is so, unless you have an issue with that?"

He took off his shirt, and laid on the grass, turning his head to watch me as I stood and undressed. Once I remained only in my bra and underwear, I sat back on his lap, and leaned down to kiss him. He began to pull down his pants, but stopped suddenly, wrapping me in the blanket quickly, then standing and looking towards the driveway.

"What's wrong?" I asked, trying to redress, but found it nearly impossible while trying to keep myself confined within the blanket.

"I thought I heard a vehicle coming up the driveway." He said over his shoulder as he walked towards the driveway, then turned around quickly, his eyes bright and wild. "Get in the house, now!"

I didn't know what was wrong, or what had him so worried, but I didn't want to wait to find out. I gathered myself and stood, as rapidly as I could, then ran into the house. Once I was inside, I went upstairs to dress, then went back down to the kitchen, where I pulled the curtain to the side to see what was happening. I tried to calm my heart when I saw there were two policemen standing outside, talking to Damien. The conversation went on for about fifteen minutes, before the cops finally shook Damien's hand, and went back to their cruiser.

Damien waited until the policemen had disappeared down the driveway, before he came back inside. He immediately came into the kitchen, as if he'd already known I was in here watching them. He pulled me into his arms, rubbing my back softly, then kissed the top of my head.

"You're alright, kitten. Calm down." He mumbled into my hair, pulling back to look down at me with a soft reassuring smile.

"How did they know? My parents told them I was dating Jacob, right?" I asked, trying hard to calm my ragged breathing, but to no avail as my head was spinning, trying to figure everything out. How did they know to come here? Did one of my friends tell them? Damien said they were all sworn to secrecy and wouldn't tell. Was he wrong?

"Yes, it seems one of your party goers may have told them the address to where you were last seen." He said with a soft growl, his upper lip twitching as he spoke.

"I'm sorry, Damien. I don't know who would do that. I thought everyone that was here was trustworthy."

"It's not your fault. Don't apologize for the transgressions of others."

"We should wait to get married, until I'm not wanted anymore." I said, pulling myself out of his arms to grab a bottle of wine. When I began to pour myself a cup, I remembered that I might be pregnant, so I set it down and poured myself a cup of iced tea instead. "Or I should turn myself in, and just get this over with." I mumbled in a voice that I thought was low enough for him not to hear, but from the look on his face, I knew he'd heard every word.

"Don't you say such things!" He exclaimed, crossing the kitchen, taking the cup out of my hands. He tried to pull me back into his arms, but I took a few steps back and shook my head. "Bast, we've already got a few good ideas of how to deal with this. I know it's hard to wait, but I swear I will not stop until you're free."

I bit my lip and looked down at the ground, taking a deep breath before looking back up at him with a slight nod. "Okay, you're right. I just don't want to get you into trouble, because of me."

"Don't think such things, my love. You bring nothing but happiness to me, and that will never change." He said, offering his hand to me, then leading me into the garage. "Let's go for a drive, I know you're getting tired of being in this house for so long."

I nodded happily and got into the passenger seat, buckling myself in, bouncing up at down with excitement. "Yes!"

Damien chuckled as he started the car, then backed quickly out of the driveway. "Do you want to go anywhere specifically?"

"No, can we just drive around?" I asked, leaning back to look out the window. My thoughts inevitably went in the direction of our child, and all I could think about was how he or she would look, or if he or she would be normal. I know the vampire in Damien was pushed to the back, but does that really mean it wouldn't affect our child? "Damien, do you think our kid will be normal?" I finally asked, turning to look at him.

"What do you mean?" He asked me quizically, trying to watch me, while watching the road.

"Well I know you're not a vampire, but you still technically have a vampire inside of you, right?"

"Yes... I suppose you're right. It is still there, but I don't believe it would affect our child." He said, then stepped on the gas and turned around to head back to the house. "It's something Divinity should know, let's ask her."

"I can't believe we didn't think about asking before, but it makes sense that she might not be fully human, right?"

Damien didn't respond, but he pursed his lips as he hit the accelerater. When we arrived back at the house, he didn't stop at the front of the house, but continued to drive through the grass until we reached the guest house. He got out of the car quickly, and waited for me to circle around to him, before he knocked on the door. Divinity opened the door almost immedietly, wearing only a small pair of shorts and a thin silk shirt that showed her nipples clearly. When she noticed it was Damien and I, she chuckled and put on a shawl.

"So you finally thought about what the child might be?" She asked as she motioned to the living room, ushering us to the couch.

"That seems like something you might have touched on, without us having to ask." Damien retorted, refusing to sit, his eyes alive with rage as he glared at her.

"I considered it, but you didn't seem too concerned about it." She responded with a shrug, sitting on the couch across from me, looking down at her nails, not the least bit bothered by his anger.

"What will our child be?" I asked, taking Damien's hand, trying to calm him down. I tried to pull him to sit down next to me, but he refused to sit.

"There is no definitive answer, as in the past multiple things have happened. The child was born with fangs and a bloodlust, another was born completely human." She said, refusing to look at Damien, but keeping eye contact with me.

"So basically...you don't know how our child will turn out." I said slowly, putting my hand to my stomach, feeling a sudden nauseuousness coming over me.

"No, as there is no definitive science to it. Just as weither you will have a boy or a girl, you won't know until it happens."

"You will be the first kill I make, once I've reverted." Damien suddenly said, holding his hand out to me, his eyes not leaving Divinity as he led me out of the door and back to the car. He drove back to the house without another word. As soon as we were in front of the house, he slammed the car into park, and walked into the house without so much as waiting for me.

I ran after him, trying to catch up, but I just ended up tripping on one of the steps and scraping my knee. It seemed like my cry of pain was the only thing that brought him out of his funk, as he instantly turned around and rushed to my side.

"Are you alright, my love?" He asked me softly, looking over my scrape before helping me to my feet, and carrying me into the house. He didn't set me down until we were back in my bedroom, when he set me on the bed.

"I'm okay, but are you okay?"

"I know this will upset you, but if our child is not human, I will not allow it to live. This is not up for debate, Bast. It is a fact. Do you understand?"