Wake Up (Damein/ Darkiplier Fanfiction)

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Paige: 

I slept. I slept soundly and fully and with no dreams. I slept like I hadn't in weeks rather than hours.

I awoke to thunder. I let my eyes trail over the room with lavender details mixed with pale greys and cold wood. I rolled to my side, before hearing yelling from downstairs.

"What the fu-OH!" I heard Chef yell. I shot up in my bed.

"Last chance, drop your weapon!" Abe called as I jumped to my feet and fixed my gown. I strained to hear the conversation, actions becoming jerky at the word weapon. 

"Master's prized vase!" Benjamin cried and I threw open my door, the volume of the voices upstairs increasing greatly as I did so. 

"Everyone please! I know we're all on edge, but can't we resolve this amicably?" Damien, always the mediator, asked as I took the starts two at a time. 

"On edge?! This psycho tried to shoot me!" Abe yelled. With a gasp and a final step, I stumbled my way to the front door, where guns were drawn between William and Abe. 

"William..." I whispered, drawing the attention of Benjamin and Damien, Will and Abe still glaring at each other, Chef standing in the corner and watching everything happening, (Y/N) watched with a concerned look on their face. 

"That's a bold-faced lie. I was merely doing some light target practice." William fixed his grip on his gun, glaring at Abe. 

"Abe...?" I whispered in a soft broken voice. Cold anxiety wrapped around my stomach, my broken heart squeezed painfully. 

"Inside?!" Benjamin looked at me, face white. I waved him off. It was fine. It would not be fine when this ended with another person important to me dead on the floor. 

"Well, yes, I couldn't go on the ground now with that bloody chef in my way, could I?" William and Abe stood in a deadlock. They weren't giving up. 

My hands reached up and started to tug on a lock of hair, wrapping it around my fingers, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. 

"Damn right you should remember that, Private! Besides, you're not my boss anymore." Chef crossed his arms. 

I shivered as a warm hand met mine and pulled me back away from the scene a few steps. I knew it was Damien, but I was too focused on the appalling scene in front of me. 

(Y/N) quickly turned at my moment, focusing on my for a second, before turning back to the argument. 

"It's Colonel, you know." Will speak through gritted teeth. I needed to say something. They needed to stop. This couldn't continue. 

what are you going to do? 

"Enough of this horseshit! You knew I was onto you and you were trying to whack me off before I could finger you... As the murderer!" Abe yelled, his voice echoing throughout the room, making me flinch. 

A warm arm wrapped around my waist, bringing me comfort. 

"I will not be called a murderer in my own home!" William's finger shifted on the trigger. I sucked in a breath, prepared for the loud bang of the gun..

"Stop!" A voice, a beacon of hope, yelled.

The grand front doors swung open. A beautiful woman with short dark hair and a long dress stood in the doorway. Her pale skin seemed to glow as she took a step in the house.

"What are you doing?!" She yelled at the two men holding their guns. 

Her voice was familiar and I almost collapsed at the relief of seeing her. Everything would be okay. I turned my head to look at Damien, his attention was focused on her, his sister. His arm slid up to my shoulders, pulling me closer.