His Shadow (Damien/Darkiplier x OC)

Chapter 4

*Sofia's POV*

I woke up as the first rays of daylight hit my face, coming in through the open window that led to the balcony. The black curtains were off to the side. I groaned internally as I tried of open my eyes fully. No matter the circumstances, waking up was something I loathed with a passion. Well, getting up more like it. But as I tried to sit up and stretch my joints I felt an force pull me back. A huge smile lit up my face as I realized it was Damien, who had decided it was not time to get up. 

"Why are you trying to leave me?" he asked in a morning voice that sent shivers down my spine. 

"Just trying to stretch a little," I giggled as his arm tightened around my waist. "I just need to wash up."

"No." 

I sighed but the smile never left my lips. Even if he was behind me and I couldn't see his face, I could clearly see his pout. 

"Stay a while longer please," he mumbeled into my shoulder. "It's early and no one will be awake right now."

It was true. My gaze shifted to the clock on the bedside table. It showed 5:30 AM. 

"I guess a few more minutes wouldn't hurt," I said as I shifted onto my other side to face my fiancé, who had a smug look on his face, his eyes still barely open. 

"A few more hours you mean."

"No," I closed my eyes in annoyance. "I hate you."

"That's not what you said last night if my memory serves me right," he said with a smirk. "It was very different actually."

I jokingly slapped his chest as my cheeks went aflame. He could be sweet when he wanted to, but I knew he had gotten his cockiness from hanging out with Mark too much. Speaking of which I had forgotten we were in his home. Memories of having fun at last nights poker party (and the fun afterwards) made that warm feeling grow in my chest again. I didn't want it to end. 

"Okay I will stay but only if you keep quiet." I murmered as I cuddled back into Damien's bare chest. 

He hummed happily as he pulled the blankets up higher with his arm, then bringing it back to my waist, pulling me in closer to him. "Fine with me. "He kissed my forehead and a few minutes later his breathing turned even again. I smiled, admiring his features. Maybe staying in bed wasn't so bad after all...

*****

I woke up a few hours later to a very different sensation. My eyes snapped open when I tried reaching out to Damien but just grasped air and bedsheets. He was nowhere in the room and the room and his side of the bed was cold, as if it had been empty for a while. I sat up pulling the sheets to cover my chest. I passed a hand through my hair as I looked to the side. The clock read 1:15 PM. 

My eyes widened as I scrambled to get out of bed, but still keeping the sheets on my body. The cold air hit the skin that was left uncovered. I looked behind me to see that the balcony door was open a few inches. And off to the side, near the bathroom door, was our suitcase. It was open and some articles of clothing were spilling over the side, including a piece of Damien's suit that he apparently decided not to wear. I told you he was the one that took 2 hours to get ready, he never decided on an outfit. 

I waddled over to where my clothes were and choose some high waisted simple pants that flowed out near the bottom with a white tunic like top. I loosely tied my hair back with my tie, opting not to tie it around my neck. I left my face bare, no makeup and no jewelry. I wanted to be comfortable, as if I was back home with Damien. I shuffled on some loafs, no heels for the next week for me. 

I decided that my appearance was somewhat okay and headed out to see what my crazy friends would come up with today. 

*****

I walked down the stairs towards where the party had been last night. There were still some bottles and glasses out but it seemed that both the butler and chef had been busy making sure the place wasn't a mess. 

'I should look for Damien,' I thought as my hand trailed along the wall as I admired the paintings. But as I kept seeing a new painting or decoration I found myself thinking about Mark's whereabouts. He was the owner of this beautiful mansion after all.  As I was walking down the hallway I saw a figure also walking by slowly. I sped up my pace to meet up with Y/N. They were looking around the place as well, just as intruiged with all of it as I was. 

"Hello Y/N," I greeted with a nice smile. "How did you sleep last night? You were pretty crazy during poker. I'm pretty sure no one has ever beat Damien that bad before."

Y/N giggled along with me as they gave me a thumbs up. Even after all this time I didn't know if their lack of talking was becasue of shyness or simply not being physically able to. 

We started walking and gapping at the manor as headed to the main room. 

"What do you think will happen today?" I asked my old friend. "I mean Abe, William and Damien went pretty far last night, as well as someone else." I raised my eyebrows with a playful smirk on my lips as I looked at Y/N, them returning the look with a barely audible chuckle. 

They  opened their mouth, much to my surprise, and were about to say something when we were both startled out of bodies as something heavy and big fell right in front of us. We both looked down in fright, but terror quickly overtook my features as I saw what, or more precisely who had landed at our feet. Y/N face lost all color and they froze as I let out a yell, almost scream. 

My childhood friend was laying at my feet, his limbs at unnatural angles and his dull eyes open. Mark was dead. 

OOOOOOOH. slightly shorter chapter but i thought that would be a good place to end. i am really starting to enjoy writing this because i love our soft boi Damien. UWU. i hope all of you are enjoying this book as much as I am. Please comment, vote and share this story! I will be updating Our Origins soon but i have been pretty obsessed with this story. once again hope you enjoyed, keep reading and love yall!

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