His Shadow (Damien/Darkiplier x OC)

Chapter 11

*Sofia's POV*

I lifted my gaze to see Damien leaning against the door frame. We couldn't hear anything from inside, but we had to stay close by in case something happened and they needed our help. They were trying to speak to the dead after all. 

Damien was the closest one to the door, I was standing just a few feet away, leaning on the railing, and Abe was sitting on a chair nearby. We hadn't said a word since Celine and Y/N had disappeared in the dark room. The whole floor upstairs was dark, no light reached the corner that Celine had chosen. There was a narrow path that led to the room where they had locked themselves in, I had no memory of this part of the manor. 

I realized that as I had let my mind wander, so had my gaze, looking around the room and hallway. I felt a pair of eyes on me so I turned to look back at the mayor. Damien quickly looked down, his cane suddenly becoming very interesting. A coat of pink dusted his cheeks as he forced himself to look down and avoid my eyes. We hadn't spoken a word since Celine had won the argument and taken Y/N. The air was still dense and uncomfortable. But my pride kept me from apologizing or saying anything to him. I wasn't as furious as I had been when he took Celine's side, but I still felt as if he had broken my trust. I could not shake the feeling that something was very wrong with this whole situation, but I couldn't do anything about it. And they were siblings after all, they needed to support each other. 

But Y/N is your friend, I thought angrily. It's natural that you are so protective. 

Maybe a little too much, another part of me argued. 

I sighed, closing my eyes and threw my head back, trying to relax. My neck cracked as I moved my head, trying to relive some of the tension. I could feel Damien's eyes on me again, but I didn't open mine. He was struggling to form words again, but I knew he would just look down again. A lump in my throat formed as I realized how horrible this day was becoming. Mark was dead, we didn't know who had done it, his body was missing, Celine was back and claiming there was something more to it, Y/N was doing God knows what, and now my fiancé and I didn't know how to speak to each other. I didn't want this to turn into something bigger, we were about to get married for God's sake! 

And yet I couldn't bring myself to say anything. I knew I was being immature, but I was scared. I didn't want to lose Y/N, or anyone else, and Celine's plan was dangerous. Too dangerous. We don't know what can happen. 

"Sofia." 

My eyes snapped open when Damien said my name. 

"Yes?" I asked, looking at him. He looked relieved that I had answered, but the coldness in my eyes told him how I still felt. Even if we had spoken briefly, seeing Celine and Y/N into the dark room made my anger spike once more. 

"I'm sorry." Was all he said, his eyes pleading. 

I didn't say anything, I was afraid I would break. I had too many emotions that had built up during the day. 

My fiancé took a deep breath and I had just realized that he was fiddling with his engagement ring. (Do men have engagement rings? I don't know but it's for the fluff) My breath caught as I realized that my hand was slipping towards my own ring without me realizing it. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to upset you, or choose you or Celine. I love both of you so much, but we needed to do something," he said as he came closer. His brown eyes looked beautiful even with little light around. "I can't lose you, please."

Tears were burning in my eyes now. He had been so afraid of choosing either his sister or his fiancé, and I hated that I had put him in that situation.