Damien's POV
"I'm doing this because..." I stutter my sentence a second time. My voice traiks off as I look around at the two guys in front of me.
The disappointment in their eyes.
It's tearing into my soulless heart.
Yeah.. Soulless. Us cold-blooded, blood thirsty, vein hungry, vampires actually do have hearts. They don't beat, which makes us soulless.
"Damien?"
I look up to the small black haired boy. The child who is my world, but isn't biologically mine. The child who can get anyone in the depths of hell to become an angel. The child whom will never compare to any woman I have been with and will ever be with. The small child with pale white eyes. His eyes never have, never do, and never will be any other color, other than pale and white.
"Oli. Hi baby. Do you have any idea how late it is? You should go catch some rest." I smile nervously.
"Damien, why did you hurt her?!" He screams in a voice of pain. Fear. Disappointment.
"I.. I.. Oliver you wouldn't understand. You're only six. Now please, go get some sleep." I plead.
This is what I'm afraid of. He's a smart child. He's six, reads at a seventh grade level, and he is responsible and independent.
I knew it was going to happen some day.
I knew he would find out.
My baby. He can't see me. He can't see her. He can't see what I've done to this girl. His mother.
THE END
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