Little Witch || (Devil's Night fanficion)

[24] Mission: Saving Damon

(Clarification: if you feel like the story is jumping too fast, it's because the canon story fills in the rest. I'll still try my best to pinpoint where we are in the books but let me know if you don't get it.♡)

DAMON

I stumbled into my old bedroom, and I was pacing, restless. I checked the windows, and they were bolted shut, as if I was a damn 10 years old and my daddy didn’t want me to run away.

I looked outside, and saw men and cars loitering around on the driveway and front yard, with flashlights and walkie-talkie. I couldn’t get too far even if I was able to break out the window, and I was sure that Anderson fucker was waiting around to get to me again. 

I checked on my wound, removing the hand towel from my side, it was completely soaked with blood, it was the third one already. Goddammit. 

I growled and tossed away the towel, grabbing a random shirt and pulling it on. I needed to find a way to leave, before I passed out from the blood loss. There were guards outside the door, they stopped me from leaving earlier. The idea to get along with my father’s plans was creeping inside my mind, but I shook my head. Fuck him. I wasn’t getting back with Arion or with Winter, I was going to marry Lily and she was going to have my kids, whether my father liked it or not. 

I needed a weapon at least, so I stomped to the ensuite bathroom, and threw my fist into the mirror above the sink, making the glass break into smaller pieces, I didn’t mind the pain, my knuckles were already fucked up anyway, also because just some days ago I almost broke my hand by punching a wall at Lily’s apartment. I grabbed a washcloth and wrapped a shard of glass with it, heading to the door. Suddenly though, I halted, feeling my head light and spinning, little dots dancing around my eyes. Shit, I was getting weaker as time passed, the room was getting darker and blood was seeping through my shirt and down my pants. I let myself fall onto the bed. Just one minute to rest. Just one fucking minute, I told myself, until everything became pitch black.

Well that minute was damn long, because when I came back to it, the room was actually pitch black, the sun having set down and I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel something weighing on me. A body? The warmth seeping through my clothes, the scent filling my nostrils  completely and even before she spoke, I could immediately recognize her just by the way her body fit into mine.

“I’m dead and you’re the first thing I see…must be Hell…” I whispered, with a tired sigh and I could hear Lily scoff. “Well, at least I know you’re fine…” She said, with a faux annoyed tone. I found the strength to sit up, I wasn’t surprised to see she was here, saving my ass. This little brat was a goddamn menace but fuck, I loved her. I immediately kissed her lips, her own smaller hands holding my face, she was so warm. 

“God, if I wasn’t so weak, I’d fuck you right here…” I growled under my breath, and I could feel her shaking her head. “Romantic, truly, but we gotta go.” 

I asked her how the hell she got up here, and she explained to me Banks and the others helped her, she gathered them all and came here. She used the crawl space in the wall from the cellar to the attic and then she climbed across the roof. Was I surprised? No. She was way too impulsive sometimes. I was surprised she used a hidden way instead of calling out to my father and demanding me back. Yes, she was the type to do that, I knew using a back door wasn’t her plan.

Lily helped me up, and we stumbled to the bathroom, silently. “Goddammit, you got stabbed again…seriously?” Lily scolded me, and I remembered when I went to her and she stitched me up after Rika stabbed me. Back then I had left her, I was so caught up in my revenge. But not anymore, I wanted her and her only.