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Damien was about to brush the tear threatening to fall from Kaelan's almond-shaped eyes, but refrained himself from doing so when she did it herself. He heaved a sigh of content with her answer, hoisting her up with a firm grip. Damien's hand snaked towards Kaelan's until he felt the solid and rough texture of the pistol's hilt. He then peeled it off her slender and still trembling fingers, securing the beast of a thing in his own. Who would have thought that something with this size could end one's life in a flash? A very destructive and yet small object. Damien had learned long ago to avoid anyone who possessed that weapon. He had always had a tough soul, yes, but no one's foolish enough to go against a material created for the main purpose of harming individuals. Given, the gun could serve as a protection... but to the other person it was being used to it was the complete opposite of that. Suddenly old bullet wounds seemed to resurface from underneath Damien's skin. He was tempted to cup his hands to his side as if blood still oozed from it, but held them back. This was not the right time to recall the past. At the moment the most important thing was to get Kaelan out of here. She would not recover from the shock with man's body in the background. Heck, she might even see it even if they weren't here anymore; the scene forever unravelling in her mind.With his free hand Damien intertwined his fingers with Kaelan's. "Let's go, then. I'll get you out of here. Okay?" His voice was reassuring and uncharacteristically soft. Careful not to step on the man blocking the way, he led the two of them down the stairs.
Kaelan felt Damien take her hand, and helped her to her feet. She was almost immobile, but with his guidance, she could do her best to follow his hand. This was a completely different Damien than to the one Kaelan had witnessed before- he was sweet, caring and gentle, and she wondered if he let people see that side of him often and why he hid it. She gulped as they stepped over the body, her heart seizing up again. Kaelan doubted she would ever get over the terrifying event, but somehow Damien's presence comforted her, promised her that things would be okay. His words barely got through to her, but she allowed him to lead her out of his house. "W-where are we going?" She stuttered, not wanting to remove her hand from his. She was in a state of fragility, and the only thing seemingly holding her on the brink of sanity was Damien himself. Her skin against his was a warm action, and she wasn't going to let go unless he wanted her too.
Before they completely made their way downstairs, Damien checked if the other men were still there. Fortunately they had fled already. Probably at the sound of the gunshot. He worried that his neighbors heard it, too, and that it would raise suspicions. So before they could even report it to the cops, Damien beat them to it. Still holding Kaelan's hand, which was slippery with sweat and as cold as that of a corpse, they headed down the hallways to the kitchen. He was about to pick up the telephone when the doorbell rang. Glancing back toward the front door, he realized that the door was left ajar. His heart picked up speed again. Who was it, now? For sure it wasn't the other men, because they would have just burst through the house without any warning. If it was one of his parents they would just simply walk in as well. Puzzlement registered on his hard-edged facial features. A sense of alertness swept over him. Setting Kaelan down on a chair, Damien tucked the pistol into the back of his jeans and let his shirt fall loose. Once again he held her shoulders gently before saying, in his comforting voice, "Just stay here. Okay? I'll check it out. If worse comes to worst... just run." He nodded his toward the back door, giving her a hint of what to do next. "And don't wait for me. Please, save yourself Kaelan." At the word 'please' the plea in his voice was hard to miss. Damien didn't like the idea of Kaelan escaping on her own, but what he didn't like most was for her to get caught in the middle of this anymore. With one last look he twisted to his feet and sauntered off.(view spoiler)
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Before Kaelan knew it, Damien was gently pushing her into a soft, cushioned seat and she forced her ears to listen to his words. A horrified expression passed over her delicate features when he implied the fighting may not be over, and Kaelan bit her lip. She had to be strong- to be brave. With a little nod, she knew her gesture was a lie. Damien had saved her life today, and she wasn't going to run out on him. She would never forgive herself if he got hurt. Kaelan wrapped her arms around her legs that were now tucked under her chin, amber eyes gazing up at Damien. He looked like an avenging angel- or James Bond. Either way, he looked really sexy- Kaelan! She scolded herself for letting her thoughts stray in such a drastic moment, and she averted her eyes, a light blush creeping up her cheeks. The situation they were currently in flooded back into her mind, washing all coherent thoughts of Damien from her head and a nervous flicker appeared in her eyes, but nothing compared to the expression she had worn upstairs. As she watched Damien go, Kaelan left the seat and tiptoed around the corner, pressing herself up against the wall so she could see him clearly, without herself being so obvious.
Before Kaelan knew it, Damien was gently pushing her into a soft, cushioned seat and she forced her ears to listen to his words. A horrified expression passed over her delicate features when he implied the fighting may not be over, and Kaelan bit her lip. She had to be strong- to be brave. With a little nod, she knew her gesture was a lie. Damien had saved her life today, and she wasn't going to run out on him. She would never forgive herself if he got hurt. Kaelan wrapped her arms around her legs that were now tucked under her chin, amber eyes gazing up at Damien. He looked like an avenging angel- or James Bond. Either way, he looked really sexy- Kaelan! She scolded herself for letting her thoughts stray in such a drastic moment, and she averted her eyes, a light blush creeping up her cheeks. The situation they were currently in flooded back into her mind, washing all coherent thoughts of Damien from her head and a nervous flicker appeared in her eyes, but nothing compared to the expression she had worn upstairs. As she watched Damien go, Kaelan left the seat and tiptoed around the corner, pressing herself up against the wall so she could see him clearly, without herself being so obvious.
Damien resumed a seemingly casual swagger as he approached the door. Still, his muscles were tensed and his right hand pushed a little bit behind him, ready to grab the gun just in case his enemies returned. He slowly pulled the door open, not stepping out until he got a glimpse of what he was about to run into: the delivery boy. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, followed by the sag of his shoulders. A sudden wave of ease and safety overwhelmed his being. Damien knew it was too early to feel safe, but the sight of his favorite food was just too hard to ignore. "About time!" he announced as if nothing had just happened. Quickly he fished out a wad of cash from his wallet and took the box of pizza, then ushered the delivery boy away from the house. He didn't want another yet individual getting involved with him anymore. Come to think of it; this boy's lucky he arrived just in time to find the house empty of surprise 'visitors', or he might have been dead by now... just like their leader upstairs. At that thought Damien suddenly remembered what he was supposed to be doing right now. Incidents like this one are to be reported immediately to avoid further conflict. He didn't want the cops to make the mistake of suspecting Damien's motives for prolonging the investigation. Backtracking toward the door, he slammed it close and went back to the kitchen. He had to check on Kaelan.
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Kaelan's sigh of relief escaped her lips as the open door revealed a acne-spotted pizza boy. Damien and him exchanged few words, before he grabbed the pizza and turned to go and check on her. Check on me. Kaelan darted from her post and scrambled through the kitchen back to her seat, where she resumed her original position before Damien came in with the pizza. Eyeing the delightful food, she could literally hear her stomach growling and blushed. That was very unlady-like, even though she was hardly a lady. Following him into the kitchen, Damien placed the pizza box on the counter and Kaelan sheepishly glanced at the lid, her eyes devouring the box in itself.
Kaelan's sigh of relief escaped her lips as the open door revealed a acne-spotted pizza boy. Damien and him exchanged few words, before he grabbed the pizza and turned to go and check on her. Check on me. Kaelan darted from her post and scrambled through the kitchen back to her seat, where she resumed her original position before Damien came in with the pizza. Eyeing the delightful food, she could literally hear her stomach growling and blushed. That was very unlady-like, even though she was hardly a lady. Following him into the kitchen, Damien placed the pizza box on the counter and Kaelan sheepishly glanced at the lid, her eyes devouring the box in itself.
(view spoiler)Noticing the hungry eyes -- for the food and not for something else -- of the girl before him, Damien placed the box of pizza on top of the table and immediately untied the straw string securing the contents inside. "Go on. You're probably starving," he urged. "How do you feel?" He didn't know how to assist or entertain a guest for the life of him; Damien was never hospitable to people. Or rather, he just didn't want to show it. Hiding things was his expertise, showing them would be a hard feat for him. The former was the main reason why he was able to keep other people from getting hurt. It was for their own benefit, and for him as well. The guilt of causing harm to them would slowly kill him, eat the remaining conscience deep within him. Damien must be known as the campus heartbreaker, but this... this was never in his plan.
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"Thank you," Kaelan breathed, sliding a piece of the pizza out of the box and allowed it to hover in her fingers, her salivary glands watering like crazy. At his words, her amber hued oculars flicked to his oceanic ones, and she placed the pizza slice down, all thoughts of famine incoherent. "I'm scared. Confused. Emotionally wrecked. But... thank you." She smiled, knowing exactly what she wanted to thank him for. Damien obviously kept people at an arms length, for good reasons as she had witnessed today, but he was a good person. She saw it in his eyes when he attacked the man groping her, and she could still see hints of it behind the steel wall he keeps around his heart and being. Damien may act like a jerk, but Kaelan had seen who he truly was and actually liked him for it. Picking up the pizza again, she took a huge bite and let slip a small groan from the greasy deliciousness of the junk food.
"Thank you," Kaelan breathed, sliding a piece of the pizza out of the box and allowed it to hover in her fingers, her salivary glands watering like crazy. At his words, her amber hued oculars flicked to his oceanic ones, and she placed the pizza slice down, all thoughts of famine incoherent. "I'm scared. Confused. Emotionally wrecked. But... thank you." She smiled, knowing exactly what she wanted to thank him for. Damien obviously kept people at an arms length, for good reasons as she had witnessed today, but he was a good person. She saw it in his eyes when he attacked the man groping her, and she could still see hints of it behind the steel wall he keeps around his heart and being. Damien may act like a jerk, but Kaelan had seen who he truly was and actually liked him for it. Picking up the pizza again, she took a huge bite and let slip a small groan from the greasy deliciousness of the junk food.
Kaelan felt her body being cradled in muscular arms, and she felt... safe. In his arms, she felt better, even if he was a drug dealer. Not wanting to thing about any of the complications, she buried her head into Damien's chest so his scent overwhelmed her senses, bringing on a sense of comfort. Kaelan was a little scared when Damien pulled away, but her stuttering heart slowed into an average pace, his oculars delving into her own. His question was crystal clear, and she knew right away that even though she knew absolutely nothing about this boy, she could trust him. She could see in his eyes that he did care, no matter what attitude he outwardly displayed. Wide eyed, Kaelan nodded briskly. It was the truth- in his arms, she felt like even an army couldn't get to her. "I d-do." She whispered, biting her lip hesitantly. Every fiber of her being was telling her to look around and focus on the soulless body she had destroyed, but she knew that if she did, she may not ever recover. Hell, she wasn't going to ever recover as it was. Kaelan removed one hand from Damien's chest to wipe a tear from under her eye, and looked up once again into his.