Kaylee and Damien (6th in werewolf series)

Chapter Twelve

"Don't tell me it's not worth trying for, I can't help, it there's nothing i want more. I would fight for you. I'd lie for you. Walk the wire for you. Yeah iIwould die for you. You know it's true. Everything i do, I do it for you." ~Brian Adams 'Everything i do'

By the time Kaylee fell asleep the next night, Damien had changed his mind. The day had been full of tears and pain. Not only Kaylee's tears and pain but the entire families. Charles and Rebecca had returned and Charles had apologized to Damien and to Jake and Angela and he had told Damien that his mother had been killed by demons and that was where his mistrust of Damien came from.

Damien had been surprised by how quickly the entire family had forgiven Charles for walking out. Jake had simply nodded at his father and with that simple movement all had been forgiven. Damien had watched the family lean on one another all day as they talked about their lost loved ones.

The women had cried while the men had done their best to seem strong and comfort them. Damien had stayed by Kaylee's side all day but even though he could sense her pain, she had not shed a single tear throughout the day as she had focused all her attention on little Gwen.

Only when Kaylee was wrapped safely in his arms that night, in the privacy and darkness of the bedroom did she cry. Damien had not known a person could hold that many tears. She had sobbed into his shirt as she had clung to him and told him stories about her mother and father and how badly she missed them.

Damien had felt that pain in his chest again and he realized it was heartache and sadness that put the pain there. His heart was breaking to know that this family and his beautiful wolf was in this much pain.

He knew he had to bring Raquel and Evan back to this family. His wolf needed her parents and he could not live with the guilt of knowing that he could have ended her pain and suffering but had done nothing.

He waited until the house was silent and he could hear the steady breathing of every member of the family before slipping silently out of the bed. He looked down at Kaylee's sleeping form and her soft pink lips and couldn't stop himself from brushing his own lips against her gently. He felt passion and desire course through him and he pushed it down. He had just wanted to kiss her just once before leaving because after he did what he was about to do tonight, he may never see her again.

He forced his feet to move from her room and he used the stealth that only a demon possessed to walked silently through the house without waking any of the sleeping wolves or the vampire. He walked out into the hot summer night and out to the barn where he knew he would find a shovel. He carried the shovel to the grave and went to work.

It took him nearly an hour to dig out the coffin that held Raquel and Evan's bodies. It took some time to maneuver the coffin out of the hole but he finally lifted it up onto the grass. He wiped his sweat and dirt covered face on the sleeve of his white shirt and climbed out of the hole.

He grabbed one end of the coffin and drug it deep into the woods. He found a clearing and sat the coffin down in the moonlight. His shirt was soaked with sweat and sticking to him so he undid the buttons the pulled it off revealing his lean muscled body and the black ancient script tattoos low on his stomach and across his back and shoulder blades.

The logical part of his mind told him he was making a mistake. He very likely would die bringing Evan and Raquel back and if he didn't then his father and brother would make sure he paid dearly, but then the 'human' part of his mind told the logical part to shut up. He would do this for Kaylee and her family and whatever penalty he had to pay would be worth the happiness that he knew Kaylee would feel at having her parents back.

He opened the coffin, and looked down at Raquel and Evan's perfectly preserved bodies. Immortals did not age or rot even in death, and for that Damien was thankful. He may be a demon and used to seeing horrible things but he did not like the sight of decomposed bodies... It was a sight he had never been able to stomach.