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Chapter 21
Song(s): Bela Lugosi's Dead (Bauhaus), Diamond (Izzy Bizu)
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Parish House of St. Patrick's Cathedral, 14 E 51st St, New York NY…
Muffling her scream against her balled up fist, Melanie swallowed hard as she watched the closed door to the office slowly opening.
"Are you alright?"
Nodding her head as she slowly rose to her feet, she lowered her eyes onto the corner of the desk and spied a pair of scissors.
"Would it be possible to have a glass of water?"
"Sure, if you need to call the police again, feel free" Clara spoke as she left the door to the office open.
Grabbing the pair of scissors, Melanie tucked them into the front waistband of her pants and adjusted her shirt. Hearing approaching footsteps, she rounded the corner of the table and folded her hands together over her front.
"I can't thank you enough for helping me. Are you able to tell me where the nearest library is?"
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John Lyons Residence, Winchester County, New York State…
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
Feeling the sharp thorn of the rose stem piercing into the flesh between her thumb and forefinger, the young woman felt the wetness of her blood running down the inside of her wrist.
"I'm going to kill you…"
Throwing her eyes up and onto Damien's profile as he growled out his threat, Kate felt his hand tighten around her own as Ann cleared her throat.
"No one here is a threat to you two. John and I would very much like to welcome you and ask you to trust us. You need to hear what we have to tell you."
"We have nothing to listen to."
Pulling Kate beside him, Damien stormed across the wooden floor of the library as Ann quickly stepped aside.
"You need to accept who you are Damien! Both you and Isabella will rule this world and over all your subjects. People will throw themselves at your feet. They will do whatever you ask of them, they will give their lives for you."
"This bullshit stops here and now. I am putting an end to it!" Damien shouted over his shoulder as Kate nearly tripped over the edge of the expensive rug.
"You can't end this Damien. It's already been set in motion with your birth and Isabella receiving your blood."
Halting at the door as she heard Ann's words, Kate spun around and marched back halfway across the room before feeling Damien's hands slamming down on her shoulders.
"What the fuck did you say?"
"You were chosen Isabella. Many fell before you but Damien's blood chose you. You were involved in a ceremony, and you were fed the Antichrist's blood via your eyes, ears, and lips. In fact, you sucked quite greedily at his blood when it coated my finger" Ann added as Kate violently shivered.
Tell me more…
"Where is John?"
Blinking quickly as Damien spoke John's name, Ann nodded her head before holding out a hand towards the double wooden doors behind them.
"If you'd please let me show you first? John will join us in a bit. I promise."
Taking up Damien's hand, Kate curled her fingers along his as he rolled his shoulders back.
I want to leave, but…I somehow need to hear all this
Walking alongside Damien as they followed Ann five feet back towards another closed-door room, Kate sucked in a deep breath as she watched the doors opening from the inside.
I…remember all this
Moving her eyes over the long-clothed altar, Kate felt her blooding run cold as she noticed a small white children's dress hanging on a black velvet hanger behind a pane of clear glass. Stepping closer, she could see tiny drops of stained dark blood along the collar as she felt a sudden wetness along her throat.
I was given Damien's blood, and it dripped along my throat and onto the collar of my dress
"Ave Satani, Hail Satan!"
"Ave Satani…"
Feeling her red lips twitching before parting in a small grin, Ann crossed her hands across her front as she watched Kate moving around the replica room that had been built in her honor.
Damien will become the greatest tyrant the world has ever seen
"Damien, both you and Isabella need to be kept safe. There are those out there who desire to have you killed, to end the coming of days and your rule. I'm sure you've already experienced some unusual things Isabella" Ann spoke as she nodded her head towards a white clad servant who kept her eyes down in a sign of respect.
"You…mentioned children."
Pursing his lips as Damien listened to Kate's question, he felt his irritation growing as he glanced towards the servant on the other side of the room.
Get John now
"You will have two. And if you two have already been intimate as I'm sure you have been, there is a good chance you are already pregnant."
Feeling her stomach lurch, Kate turned slowly towards Damien as she froze at the scowl on his face.
"If you'd like to do a pregnancy test…"
This is absolutely fucking insane!
"You can't die by any ordinary means, neither of you can. You both have never been sick a day in your lives…"
"ENOUGH!"
Screaming at the sudden burst of glass as each window in the room blew out with extreme rage, Kate slammed a hand down against her mouth as she felt the heat radiating off of Damien who stood next to her.
Animalistic, primordial, and monstrous to behold
"We are leaving right now."
Feeling the man's strong grip along her upper forearm as he growled low, Kate allowed herself to be pulled out of the room, stepping over the shattered pieces of glass just as they noticed two black suited men blocking the front doors of the house.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Perking her ears up as she glanced upwards to Damien's profile, she noticed his lips pulling back in a half snarl as she looked to the guards. Feeling him shaking free of her hand, she watched as he stepped forward with menace as he locked eyes with the guard on the left.
"Step away from the door Sir, if wish to keep your life."
Swallowing hard as she listened to Damien's threat, Kate kept back as she glanced over her shoulder towards Ann. Narrowing her eyes, she felt a cool breeze blowing past her cheek as she shivered with the intimate feel.
I felt you in his kitchen, surrounding us
And in the Chelsea Hotel
"Hold your breath."
Turning back around as she heard Damien speaking to the guard, Kate watched as he raised a single hand up and brushed the tips of his fingers alongside the guard's smooth cheek as he blinked quickly.
He's going to pass out
Staring at the guard's reddening face, Kate stepped forward just as another gust of cold air blew past her cheek again. Catching the whites of the man's eyes as he awkwardly slumped down to the floor, she winced as the loud cracking of his leg bone sounded across the foyer.
"Do you wish to join your friend then on the floor?"
Stepping up to Damien, she could feel the heat and heaviness of his strong back against her chest as she laid both her hands to rest on his shoulders.
"You foolishly believe in God, but not with your whole heart. You hear the Devil's directions Isabella, and He hears you" Ann smiled as she watched the second guard step aside with a bow of his head.
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Damien Thorn's Residence, W13th and Washington Street, Meat Packing District, NYC…
Standing on the street corner as she stared hard down the alleyway of thirteenth street, Melanie James held her breath and listened to the sounds of car horns all around her as traffic began backing up along the street.
I found you Damien Thorn
I found you Antichrist
Crossing the road in front of a bunch of waiting yellow taxi cabs, she caught the eye of one driver who simply stared without blinking. Keeping contact with his eyes as she stepped up and onto the curb, Melanie froze as she watched his eyes quickly roll back to showcase the whites of his eyes before he pressed his foot down hard on the gas. Turning back around to face the large run down looking red brick building that rose up in the Meat Packing District, Melanie moved a hand slowly across the front of her stomach and felt the hand of the scissors which stabled her nerves but not by much.
(Flashback)
Sitting still in the beige chair as she kept a watchful eye over her daughter playing on the floor with two dolls, Melanie offered a weak smile as the small child danced the toys along the edge of the rug.
"Damien Thorn is a gift to us Melanie. He is going to rule over this Earth and all his servants in later years. And your daughter, is going to be his partner, correction, is, his partner" Ann spoke as John standing beside her opened a black folder and withdrew a small photograph. Holding it out towards her, he gestured for Melanie to take the picture before folding his hands over his front.
"Damien Thorn. Our savior."
Staring down at the picture of the handsome eleven-year-old blue-eyed boy dressed in a school uniform between her fingers, Melanie felt Isabella's chin inching along her arm as the child glanced at the boy in the picture.
"Damien!"
Tearing up the picture between her hands, Melanie allowed the pieces to fall from her fingers as she heard her daughter's sad whimper of a cry at the destroyed image…
Pulling open the door of the building, Melanie held her breath as a sickening smell of mold and urine invaded her senses. Looking down at her feet, she kicked aside pieces of garbage and stepped over old newspapers and junk mail that littered the concreate floor.
A fitting den for the Devil's son
Glancing at the names scribbled on the dirty mailboxes, she narrowed her eyes as she spied his first initial followed by his last name in printed type.
"Found you."
Pulling open the door that led to the stairs, Melanie cautiously climbed each one as she held on to the cold railing against the wall. Sniffing quickly, she detected the faint smell of roses as she stopped mid step.
Thomas, you once told me that if a person smells roses, it could mean the presence of a female spirit
Reaching into her waistband, she pulled out the pair of scissors and held them firmly against her palm as she splayed the blades apart.
I will kill you Damien
If my daughter has not yet made contact with you, I will save her
And if she already has?
Swallowing hard as she gripped the hand rail with a tight grip, she stared up at the top landing leading to the third floor with a dry mouth.
"And here we go."
Hearing her whisper as she climbed the stairs quietly, Melanie pulled open the fire door and froze solid as her eyes fell on the sleeping Rottweiler that laid curled up on its side just inside the hallway.
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Damien Thorn's Residence, W13th and Washington Street, Meat Packing District, NYC…
9:23pm
Throwing open her door to the Jeep Wrangler, Kate slammed it hard behind her as she stormed towards the door of the run-down loft, not bothering to wait for Damien as he took a deep breath before glancing up towards the dark night's sky.
There's no escaping this
I've just seen what he can do without touching anything
Blown out glass, getting a man to hold his own breath until he passes out and dies
Ripping open the door to the stairway, Kate felt Damien's hand on her wrist as he pushed her aside.
"Look…"
Glancing at his outstretched fingers, she moved her eyes towards the floor and quickly stepped aside, bumping into him as she avoided the puddle.
"Is that…blood?"
Squatting down, Damien dipped two fingers into the darkness before rubbing the thick liquid against his thumb.
"Yes."
Feeling her breathing growing shallow, she allowed Damien to take her hand as he carefully opened the door. Climbing the stairs, Kate kept her eyes on the stairs and was surprised to not see anymore blood puddles or even droplets.
That wasn't enough blood for a body to bleed out
Maybe…an animal died? A rat?
But eaten by what?
Breathing out slowly as the anxious feeling deep within her stomach started to die with every closer footstep towards Damien's loft, Kate kept her eyes straight ahead as she heard Damien fishing his keys out from his jeans pocket.
Stepping back as he allowed her to enter first, he closed the door firmly behind him and watched as Kate disappeared around the wall of the kitchen.
"This is all your fault…."
Hearing her low words as he leaned his shoulder against the wall kitchen, Damien narrowed his eyes as he felt his upper lip twitching in irritation.
"You think I want any of this? You think I want to be known as the son of the Devil? As the Antichrist? To be responsible for countless deaths that are going to occur because of the fact that I was born?" the young man growled as he watched Kate slam the stainless-steel door of the fridge. Roughly pushing her way past Damien's arm, she avoided his hand as he turned around to face her.
"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"
Roughly shoving her hands against the man's solid chest, she watched as he fell back slightly before he tightly gripped both her wrists, holding her steady as he stared down into her face with rage.
"Be careful Isabella."
Shaking her head as she heard his low menacing growl deep within his voice, Kate shoved him hard once more as she strode purposely towards the loft front door.
"You're not worth it. None of this is worth it!"
Sliding the bolt of the door open, Kate stumbled backwards as it quickly slid back into place, locking the door with her still inside. Reefing on the handle, she swore loudly as it refused to budge an inch. Slamming her balled up fist against the metal door, she turned and spied Damien staring at her intently, refusing to blink.
"Open the door Damien."
Hearing her shaky whisper, he took a step forward as he watched her step back against the door.
"I said…OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!"
Breathing out slowly as her scream died down, Damien remained silent as a dozen clicking sounds started to sound off all around the loft. Throwing his eyes around the room, he heard Kate rushing towards the floor to ceiling windows as she tried to pull on the locks.
I'm being sealed in here with him
Feeling her legs giving way, Kate fell to her knees as she felt the familiar cold breeze blowing against her cheek.
Why me?
Why did you choose me Satan?
Feeling a sudden force against her legs, she twisted onto her back and cried out as what felt like invisible hands began pulling her across the concreate floor towards Damien. Laying on her back as he stood over her with narrowed eyes, Kate tried her best to steady her breathing as she felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
"I didn't ask for this either Kate. We can try and find a way to end this together but leaving me, as you know, is not the answer."
Spying Damien's outstretched hand as he leaned down towards her, Kate rolled over and sat herself up just as a weak fist banged against the locked door of the loft.
Someone is out in the hallway
Someone followed us
"Stay here."
"You can't die by any ordinary means, neither of you can"
Hearing Ann Rutledge's voice in her mind as she watched Damien slowly walking towards the door, Kate held her breath as the fist weakly banged again.
"Damien…"
Hearing the deadbolt being slid across the lock, Kate climbed to her feet as she debated whether or not there was enough time to grab a butcher knife from the kitchen directly in front of her.
"ROT IN HELL DAMIEN THORN!"
Hearing the woman's scream as Damien fell backwards on the floor, Kate rushed forward and grabbed the heavy black camera off the table in front of her and as she turned back around towards the door, she felt it falling from her fingers. Hearing the crash of the device at her feet, the young girl stared with an open mouth as Melanie James raised her pair of bloody scissors high above Damien's head.
"MOM?!"
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Thank you to Pwashington and Brightcat for your reviews! And to everyone else for following and reading!
I will be updating this story on the 30/31st of each month now instead of the 2nd
P.S. Sorry for neglecting this story. I don't intend to, and will be trying to get a storyboard together and posting schedule so that I can get back to posting on the 2nd.
Brightcat – I was really surprised when I started this story two years ago that Damien was not shown a lot of love on the site in terms of written stories. I aim to update on the 2nd of every month, and I totally support binge reading!
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