Waste It On Me

Oh and Another thing

Oh and another thing.

A month has passed since I've woken up and getting back into a somewhat normal routine is exhausting to say the least. Damien has been super busy tending to the aftermath of killing Fane, his lackey's that escaped into the night come out every so often stirring up trouble in town, killing innocents. I'll watch the horrific acts being reported on the news every now and then cringing at the hidden crime scenes, Damien and Victor have been trying to deal with it, humans are starting to grow suspicious about what's actually happening.

What's worse is that rouge wolves have come into town, Now with the news of Victor circulating throughout,  the rouges have gone berserk….sniffing their way out of the caves down by the sea and into town. We all fear that with the uprising of the feral vampires Fane created and the wolves emerging it's all a matter of time before a war is to erupt.

"Kahlua" my name is spoken from the doorway, my head lifts from the book I'm reading as my eyes adjust to the sun light floating into the room from the window. Damien is leaning against the doorframe smiling at me as his dimples appear.

A smile forms on my lips as my eyes search for his, already staring back at me. My heart flutters as his eyes rake me over, taking me in.  "Damien." I answer him back, letting my eyes do the same. He's dressed in a black and red suit leaving me to guess that he was in another meeting, I hear him sigh and I bring my eyes back to his. Waving him over I pat the couch beside me, He's been non stop dealing with this aftermath and I can see the toll it's taking on him.

Damien walks over to the couch and plops down beside me, he lay's his head on my lap while bringing his legs up to lay on the couch. He's facing the door so I can't see his face and I frown. "How'd it go?" I ask timidly, lifting my hands to rake my fingers through his hair.

"I really don't want to talk about it." he mutters, groaning out the last bit as I scrape my nails against his scalp. "Okay." I respond, mentally grinning at hearing his groan.

I sit like that for awhile, thinking back over what has all happened. It's still hard for me to believe that Damien is mine, my soulmate. We still have yet to complete the bond, bigger things are happening right now. My back is completely healed now, of course the scars are still there and more prominent than my older ones but I'm happy they're healed, over the last month my back has itched so much because of the healing process driving me insane.

"I'm sorry." Damien's sudden apology brings me back into the present, my hands still as I stare down at the man lying in my lap. "What?" I breathe out, wondering what he's talking about. He flips over so that he's facing me, I breathe a sigh of relief to not see a mask hiding his emotions. Instead I see shame, my eyebrows scrunch in confusion as I push back his hair. "I'm sorry you're being dragged through all of these, I wish…I wish this was different." he says, I see the wheels turning in his head.

"I'm not." I say, in truth I'm not sorry I'm being dragged through this. This is my new reality, I've accepted it. This reality is my life with Damien now, I feel it won't always be like this, but if it is I'll be with him through it all. I thought I wanted it easy, but easy never needed him. And I need him.

 

"It would have been easier never knowing you existed Damien, but I would never take meeting you back. I need you and I love you." I say strongly, I hear the thick emotion in my own voice as I speak the truth.

He tries to speak but I cut him off, "Don't say you're sorry again, I do not wish to hear it Damien. I'm not sorry that we're going through this, or what we've been through…" I'm cut off this time by a pair of lips, reaching up I clutch his arm that’s holding the side of my neck, keeping my head in place. "I love you." Damien whispers against my lips, I keep my eyes closed as I savor this moment.