What You Did
Pairing: Damien x Reader
Warnings: Language, Angst.
Notes: I was writing the next part to ‘Unhealthy obsession” when this popped in my head. And it will be a 4-part series hehehe.
There isn’t much that you remember. Just a loud ringing in your ears and this horrible pain in your abdomen. There was a flash of light, something red, wet - blood maybe. Your’s? You’re not sure. Just that what ever happened caused you to be in this void of a place.
Everything sounded echoed, like the darkness lasted on for miles and miles. Honestly it terrified you, but wherever your turned there were no exit. You wanted out. Wanted to go home.
But no, that was never meant to happen to you, was it?
You whip around, facing where that very familiar voice came from. Standing there, with a blue outline was Damien. He looked…different. Full of sorrow and something else that you couldn’t name at the moment. Relief flooded you when you saw him.
“Damien!” Hurried steps later and you’re being held tightly in his arms. But once again, something seems off. “What’s going on here? What happen?”
Damien hesitated to answer you, looking in pain at what was need to say. The words left his lips in a horse whisper. He didn’t want this for you, you didn’t deserve this.
“You’re - We’re - dead.”
You went stiff. Slowly, you pulled away from the man you trusted more then anything, and looked at him. You were dead?
“The colonel sought to that.” Damien paused, shaking his head. Once again, something seemed off as he hesitated. But then he gripped your shoulders tightly. Looking at you with hope and desperation. “But it’s not too late for you - you can still go back.”
“B-but, what about you?” Silence and a sad smile was your reply. “No!” You shake your head. “I won’t go back, i can’t leave you in this…This place!” As you said this you gestured around you. “ Not with out y-”
“I WILL NOT -!” Damien takes a deep, shaky breath.”I will not lose you…I’ve lost everything thanks to Mark. I will not lose you too.”
You didn’t question what he meant. A part of you already know, and only voice int out loud or asking will only cause more pain to Damien. For a brief moment, you wonder where Celine is.But that thought is soon cast out by Damien’s next words.
“You trust me, right?”
Once again that odd emotion flashed in his eyes as he hesitated. What was wrong?
“Listen. Y/N. Your body is still out there, as broken as it may be. You - we have the chance to go back. Together.”
He agrees. There was no thinking it over, you wanted to go back. With Damien. His hands move from your shoulders until they were cupping your face gently. He placing a lingering kiss on your forehead, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, finding it too painful to kiss you on your lips - especially with whats planned in his mind right now.
That’s when your vision start to blur, and Damien slowly drifts away. The sound of creaking is heard in the background, along with that high pitched sound you heard when you arrived.
“Everything will be okay. I promise.”
Next thing you know, you’re waking up in your own body.
When you stand up, you’re greeted by the Colonel, looking and sounding a bit delirious and baffled about you coming back to life. But then came the heart wrenching cries for his friends as he placed Damien’s cane down and he left looking for them.
You turn towards the cane, and slowly you reach out for it. Hesitating only a moment before carefully holding it in your hand. You never expected for the image of your hand to suddenly change into a male’s hand. A strong pressure overcame you, almost like you were being squeezed in a juicer.
Then you were look at the image of Damien looking down at his cane. No, not an image. Pain exploded in your chest at this revelation. Your eyes start to burn, voice shouting out to the man in front of you -the one who now has control of our body.
“No…No, Damien! Don’t do this to me! You promised!” Briefly you get the feeling he can hear you. “ You promised! You said both of us would get out of that place…you said…” You trail off, squeezing your eyes shut before you pounded on the glass. Hoping for something.
“I trusted you!”
But all you got was blurred vision, hoarse voice and a heavy heart. The glass cracked under your fists against it, once, then twice. Part of it was missing, an opening that you don’t think Damien noticed. Even as he looked up at you, guilt and pain showing for the last time on his face.
Rage consumed him and he was gone. Along with Everything that could have been.