Wake Up (Damein/ Darkiplier Fanfiction)

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Paige:

Everything was dark. I couldn't see nor hear anything. There didn't seem to be any ground beneath me, but I didn't have the feeling that I was falling. Slowly, I curled my body into a ball, sobbing. I felt the cries leave my mouth, I knew that I should be wailing, but no sound left me. My throat was dry and my lungs burned. 

"Paige?" I heard Damien call, then Celine echo him, sounding closer. 

I tried to call out, tried to make even the smallest of sounds. 

pathetic. 

unworthy. 

you don't deserve to be alive.

you should've listened when you had the chance. 

gotten rid of everyone when you had the chance.

done what i said. 

you're worthless.

and now i'm stuck with you, 

forever, 

me, with the pathetic girl

who couldn't hold her shit together. 

"Paige. . ." I pried my eyes open to see Damien standing above me, a blue hue surrounding him. Celine stood behind him, the same aura surrounding her, but red. Damien squatted to my level and grabbed my hand. "Come on love, we're going to make them pay. we're going to be on top of the world." Damien shared a smile with Celine as I let myself be lifted, noting with little attention that I seemed to be giving off the same haze as Damien and Celine, a purple glow adorned the exposed skin of my arm. "That's my girl." 

We stood facing each other, Damien having a conversation I couldn't be bothered to listen to with Celine over his shoulder, his eyes focused on mine. His hair was tousled, not perfectly styled for once. Under the blue glow he was emitting, he seemed sickly pale, as did Celine. His suit was wrinkled, and a glance at Celine and myself revealed that our dresses were in no better shape. 

Damien's hand on my chin brought me to reality, "Whatever it takes to keep her mine and you safe sister, I'll do it." Damien's voice was solemn, a promise that hung in the air. 

"Even if it means. . ." Celine trailed off, seeming uncertain. I mentally kicked myself for not listening, they obviously were discussing plans. 

"Whatever it takes." Damien finished, his voice traveling in this plane of nothingness, then leaned down to press his lips to my forehead. "Whatever it takes." He whispered against my skin and I let my eyes close. 

Back At The Manor:

"What the hell is going on? Where is Celine? Where is Paige?" William straightened his hat as he came barreling into the room. 

"She's gone- and so is everyone else." The grounds-keeper pushed past William and Abe, making his way out of the cursed house. 

"Wait a minute! Where the hell do you think you're going?!" Abe grabbed the man's shoulder, stopping him at the top of the stairs. The gardener turned to him, pointing a finger at his face, centimeters from his nose. 

"Away from here. This place is cursed!" Stepping back, the man lifted his hands up, palms facing the ceiling. "If you had half a brain, you'd all do the same." Turning sharply, his hands fell to his sides, and he made his way downstairs, hoofing it out of the house as quickly as the aged man could. 

"Don't walk away from me. Where's Celine? Where's Paige? Where's Damien?" William found himself panicking, he needed to know where the love of his life was, where his family was, where his best friend was. 

Chef looked ecstatic as he turned to William, "I've spent twenty-five years cooking for these uppity fucks. I'm not about to die for 'em. I quit! Bitch!" With that, he made a vulgar hand gesture and walked downstairs, laughing as he kicked the rug out of place in his rush to leave. 

"I know things seem far beyond your control right now, but such that it is for all of us here. I shall take my leave, and I implore you to do the same." Benjamin pleaded to (Y/N), Abe, and William as he placed a hand on Williams shoulder.

"I won't let my friends die in this god forsaken house! And if you all are too much of a coward to do the same, you would best leave before I kill you myself." William's voice rose in volume as he talked, truly feeling the panic in his chest as he struggled to come to terms with the situation at hand. Knowing he didn't have many options, he walked off, only to have Abe follow him and place a hand on his shoulder.

"Now you hold on a second. I've got more questions-" William shook off Abe's hand, Benjamin and (Y/N) watching with slight fear for Abe, knowing that William was not in the right mind.

"Get your hands off me!" William snapped, turning for a split second to meet Abe's gaze with a look furious enough to kill, before turning and storming down the adjacent hallway. 

"What the hell's going on here?" Thoroughly confused, Abe muttered before following William. Benjamin turned to (Y/N), a sympathetic look crossing his face.

"I know he's in pain. And I know you might be too... But we need to leave this place. There's only death here now." Benjamin walked off, leaving (Y/N) after turning back to look at them several times. Once he made it down the stairs, Benjamin fixed the rug the Chef rumpled before leaving, softly closing the door behind him for what he knew was the last time.

Alone, (Y/N) didn't know what to do with themselves. They stood quietly for a second, taking everything in as much as they could, staring at the path that everyone had left them though. Left them all alone, with nobody to console them.