Chapter 8:

Tears started gathering and pouring over like a waterfall as I sat there, staring at the door, aghast.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shiiiiit! They'll kick him out for sure… His name, us making out, and his sudden appearance...all reasons for my parents to kick him out on any whim…like this one.

I lay back in my seat and, abruptly, something inside of me made me stop crying. I stared at the wall, trying to find any excuse for Damien to stay. I'll kill myself if he leaves…? No… It's not his fault, I made him…? No… Nothing else came to mind, except that it really was my entire fault. I sighed loudly and turned slightly towards the hospital bed's button panel, staring at the accursed 'help' button. I closed my eyes, trying to see if sleep would cross over my mind instead of guilty and longing thoughts.

What if I never got to see Damien again? Those big, crimson eyes…those fucking awesome fangs and snake-like tongue…that beautiful blue-black hair, covering his perfect features…that sexy body that must lie beneath those tight, black clothes…and that sexy voice that has some kind of weird accent I've never heard before...

"Here is Pip Pirrup's room, sir," my eyes flew open at the mention of my name and I looked at the door, its handle turning, "You can stay until eight if you want, sir, that's when the juvenile section of the hospital is shut off from visitors." The nurse from earlier, the one who dragged Damien out of here, held the door open with her backside as she talked happily to whoever was coming into my room. Dread panged in my chest as thoughts of that being my father, or my mother, or Amelia, or Kenny and Cartman raced through my mind.

Hope and confusion replaced dread as I saw a pale hand trailed by a black sleeved arm hold open the door so that the dreadful nurse could leave. Hope that it would be Damien, and confusion of how it could be Damien took over my mind as I wished that the damned nurse would leave so I could see my visitor. Why did the bed have to be on the same fucking wall as the door?

"So, Pip, have fun with your visitor today," she said as she finally moved and the hand stayed there for a few moments before Damien shot across the floor to my bedside, the letting go of the door slamming loudly and making us both cringe at the sudden, loud noise.

Stirrup in pain or not, I suddenly caught diarrhea of the mouth. "What are you doing here? I thought you were being escorted out? Did my parents find out? What's going on? I thought you were in trouble! I-" Damien bent down and put his index finger over my lips.

"Sssh. If you calm down for a moment I might be able to get a word in…" I stared at him as he took his finger away and he stared back at me lovingly, "Well, satanic powers are good for pretty much anything," I stared at him still as he paused, wondering what the fuck he meant, "Lets just say I can really get under some peoples skin until they change their view of the world to the same as mine. I feel sorry for that woman, her record was pretty much spotless, yet now she's going to hell." He grinned and sat on a small sliver of a corner on the bed. I stared at him quizzically, trying to understand what he meant, not sure if I wanted to.

He must have chosen not to reveal all his secrets as he drastically changed the subject, "So… what cha been doing these last ten minutes?"

"Thinking about you…" I said truthfully and continued staring at his beautiful face.

"Really? Because I was thinking about you too…" He put his arms out in attempted embrace, waiting for me to accept it. I must have had a surprised look on my face, because he blushed some and put his hands in his lap and sat silent.

I was confused and just stared at him for a moment; experience was not on my side. One relationship with a girl that had only lasted two weeks wasn't much help. My body took over though and suddenly leaned forward and gave him a huge hug, pulling him towards me. He looked out of the corner of his eyes at me and smiled, "Sorry," he said, "I'm not too good at showing my feelings… other than the most primal ones, like anger and lust…"

"Its okay," was the only thing I could think of as he shifted his body to hug mine at the same time. He looked up at me and his eyes flashed like they had done not so long ago. I felt my face flush and he started laughing. My brow furrowed in confused anger, "What are you laughing at?"

He tried to stop and finally just gave up, trying to answer between 'muh-hah-hahs', "I…hah-hah… just think….hah-hah-hah… think your….hah… so cute…..hah-hah….and innocent…hah-hah…. The complete…hah… opposite of me! HA-HA-HAH-HAH-HA!"

I looked at his eyes, seeing no mocking thoughts hidden, as I had seen so many times directed towards me. I didn't see any thing other than that continuous, mysterious flash that made me blush. Damien finally quit laughing after a few more moments and he looked back up at me, with the look still lingering in his eyes. "Again, sorry, Pip"

The words "It's alright" were about to spring forth out of my mouth, but yet again Damien's lips smothered mine. I gasped in surprise, but that didn't stop Damien's plans in the slightest, not hesitating to initiate his tongues whorish-ness. But of course, I really didn't hesitate either. I proceeded as I had the first time, his hair was still as tempting as ever, but Damien didn't force me down again, for obvious reasons, and I leaned back into my pillow, pulling him down with me. He didn't lead this time, leaving that to me and my growing curiosity of the anatomy of the anti-Christ, lead by my wandering hands which soon found their way under his shirt and trailing his six-pack.

Damien considered me and left my mouth, his kissing wherever there wasn't clothing, his fangs sometimes nicking my skin and leaving little scratches, making me gasp in rapture.

Oh Lordy, not only are you doing sinful things with the anti-Christ, you are turned on by pain…Faggot.

My eyes widened as that thought ran through my head, unwanted. Damien didn't notice though and continued on, making his way back to my lip, even biting it slightly and licking the product of my heart and bone marrow. That threw the familiar thoughts out of my head and turning my mind back onto Damien.

RINNGG! RINNGG! went the phone on the wall above my bed, which had gone unnoticed until now. We both tried not to jerk as we had the first time we were interrupted, not wanting that to happen again. Damien, who was closest to the phone, reached up and took it off the holder after a few deep breaths, trying to return his breathing to normal.

"Uh-hem... Hello?... Umm… okay," Damien spoke into the hated object of the moment and then handed it to me, shrugging when I mouthed 'who is it'.

I put the phone up to my ear and spoke, "Hello?"

"Is this Pip Pirrup?" a monotone, familiar voice answered.

"Uh, yeah… Who is this?"

"A friend, frenchie."

My eyes widened as I realized who it was and Damien stared at me quizzically from the edge of my bed, "Cartman?"

"Naw fucking duh, dumbass," Cartman laughed.

"Wh-why are you calling me?"

"Did you really think you could get away with your boyfriend being an asshole and sneaking up on us as we punished you? Don't think it's over just because you have a little ass buddy to protect you and you just got out of the hospital. It's not over by a long shot, not at all. There's a little present-" giggles ensued in the background, probably Kenny's, and Cartman started chuckling, "waiting for you at home, you little French Fag.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Cartman hung up on me. He handed the phone over to Damien who hung it back up before asking, "Who was that?"

"Cartman." I said and stared at my arms which I proceeded to push under the covers, realizing I must be on some sort of meds because they were numb.

"CARTMAN?" Damien exclaimed angrily and a look of pure hatred appeared on his face, "He better have been saying he was sorry or something!"

"Not exactly… He said there is a 'present' waiting for me at home or something and I shouldn't believe that was the end of everything…" Tears started collecting in my eyes, but something made them become replaced by anger and paranoia.

I told you so, dumbass.

My eyes grew bigger again and I realized who has been replacing tears with hatred, that damned voice again. Damien was too busy ranting and pacing around the room, trying to not destroy the furniture, to noticed my downcast face.

You know you should have finished the job.

I should have never 'started the job'.

If you hadn't you wouldn't have gotten Damien now would you?

Well, no…

Exactly, so you should always listen to my wisdom.

"Pip? Piiip?" Damien said, his hands waving in front of my face. "Anybody in there?"

I looked up at him and gave a weak smile, "Yeah, of course. I see your feeling better now."

"Yes, but not without its victim…" he held out his hand and there laid a cell phone, almost crumbs of its former self.

"Where did you get that?" I asked and raised a brow.

"Umm… Your mom…" He nervously laughed, realizing what he had done, and then smiled weakly.

"Oh. You're screwed."

"As long as it's by you, it doesn't matter." He smiled and sat back down on the edge of my bed. "Speaking of you're mother, I have something very serious to discuss with you." His expression changed rapidly into a solemn look, something that worries me.

"What? What's wrong?" Everything since you came along.

"Well… your family they… Well okay… If Amelia gets the job, which is pretty much her destiny, your going to be under surveillance twenty-four seven. She's going to watch you at school, at home, and be with you everywhere you go. And if she finds something to her disliking… well… I heard them researching on the most convenient and best facility they could put you in…"

I stared at him in disbelief, trying to soak it all in. "Facility?"

"A mental institution." What kind of question was that? You should have known better, dumb fucker.

My tear ducts ignored the wants of the voice then, streaming out in huge waves. I reached for Damien and he held me, not saying anything… probably not knowing what to say.

Its all your fault, if you would have just killed yourself all the way, instead of going out, wondering around the town, you would have been dead. You would have saved everyone a lot of time and money if you would have just past instead of held on.

But I need to hold on. I needed Damien and he needed me.

Yeah right, he need you like he need to become a drug addict. You know its not to late right?

Too late?

To kill yourself dumbass. Get it over with already! You know what they will do with you in a mental institution? It's a sentence worse than death. You cant see anyone other than immediate family, meaning no Damien, and you have to do what they say, when they say and take what they say, when they say. If they tell you to cut your eye out, you better as hell do it or they will tell your family there is no hope and just put you up in an isolated cell, having no human contact for the rest of your life. Just sitting in a lonely state of drugged up oblivion, drooling on your leg from the drugs they will 'test' on you without consent, trying to find a cure for the patients who can be helped.

No…no they won't. That is all lies, if I go there they will try to help me, not harm me.

That's what you think.

"Pip?"

I jumped at the sound of Damien's voice, coming back out of deep thought. "Yes?"

"I was just making sure you were alive." He hugged harder for a brief moment and then sat at arms length. He smiled weakly, looking drained, as if he had been the one crying.

"Oh… Do you think…?" I stopped in mid question, not sure if I should ask, in case he actually questioned my sanity too.

"Think what?"

"Well… that… they'll kick you out if they see my arm when it's healed?"

He gazed at me again, contemplating the question and his answer. "I could just use my powers to-"

"No… please don't, it isn't like I don't want you to stay or anything, I'd just rather my parents souls not being corrupted for my own personal gain…"

He continued staring, stunned at my protest and at no other option out. "I guess you'll just have to keep your arm covered or something…"

"I guess…" I looked down at my scarred arms and the swelled words and lines, thankful the intricate words that were wrote on my arms were so artsy you couldn't tell what they currently said. I looked back up at Damien and noticed him staring at the floor, his bangs covering his eyes and his hand holding up his pale chin. "Damien?"

He just sat there silently, as if in a daze. "I just don't know… like I said… what I'd do without you… I know you did it because of me and… it bothers me, knowing that if I had just came out of my shell for once and let you see the true side of me… I mean you've never even seen it… no one has… the closest I've ever came to revealing it was today…. But… umm…"

"Damien…" I said tears welling in my eyes now as I saw this image of Damien, not realizing it were him and not just some random, hopeless, emo kid off the street. What happened to the son of Satan who had wanted to be the one to initiate the apocalypse, that had blown me up the first day I knew him, that had been the one to carry me home in my weakest hour?

"Umm… I think I need to go home... back to your house now… they might become suspicious." He didn't turn his face to me once, only waving behind him and stampeding out the door like a mad man.

Wha?

You know that was all your fault right?

After a few hours of sleeping and contemplating my door opened and a fat, black lady walked in with a cart, her enormous ass almost knocking the chair situated near the door over. "So, I heard sumbody in hur might be hungry!" her voiced reverberated around the room, its deep-ness not expected from a woman. She stared at me and went back out the door for a moment, when she reentered she pushed a hospital bed table and put it over my legs. She then proceeded to waddle over to the cart and pick up a pink colored tray that had a foul smelling chicken leg with mashed potatoes and peas flung on it. "Bun-apotete, baby. Hope ya like it. Gotta bounce now, check ya latta." She pushed the putrid smelling cart out and followed behind it, her ass jiggling as she walked, making any trace of hunger disappear.

"What the fuck?" I said out loud to myself, it being one of those times when anyone would say something out loud and not be called crazy.

I pushed the food around with my fork, mixing the peas and instant mashed potatoes together. Finally, assured that it wasn't secretly made out of shit I took a small bite of the concoction and did my best to swallow it down with bitter iced tea. I threw the fork on the plate and there it laid, its evil pea eyes and potato sideburns, staring back at me evilly. I stared back at it knowing that as I knew of it, it would lay there for the rest of eternity.

I don't even think I'll ever eat again.

Oh yay! Another life threatening disease with which to kill you with.

Huh?

Anorexia dumbass.

I was just kidding… You should know.

No shit Sherlock.

Oh shut-up already.

OH MY GOD, NOT THE GIANT MOOSE!

What?

Nothing, just trying to figure out what to make our hideous mouth spurt in the most inconvenient times while we're at the loony bin.

I'm not going to the loony bin!

That's what you think. I bet the only reason Damien came here was to get evidence for an application.

But he loves me!

Hah, yeah right. Who could love this duo? The suicidal voice and the dumb listener. Wow, we're really going to impress someone. He's only known us for a few days. Who could fall in love in just a few short days? Don't tell me you really believe in love at first sight, especially when we look like this.

But he DOES love me!

No, he probably is just extremely horny and desperate and just will take anything that is walking along and able to hump. What do you think he did with that nurse to persuade her? Satanic powers would only take ten seconds not ten minutes. I bet he just did her and that's why she was so friendly. " Lets just say I can really get under some peoples skin until they change their view of the world to the same as mine. I feel sorry for that woman, her record was pretty much spotless, yet now she's going to hell." Doesn't that just scream sex to you?

No, it screams that he would do anything to be with me.

Including having sex with other people, even women. If he is our boyfriend then that makes him gay, meaning he would rather have sex with a homosexual fish than someone's vah-jay-jay.

Well….

Exactly. Don't you just feel like dying now?

Well…. Yeah.

Well, we know how to do it, now don't we?

Knife, razor, broken glass?

Have at it, kid.

My eyes skimmed over the room, looking for any sharp object. The window, the chair, the bed. All things meant for comfort, not pain. Food! I looked at the tray, searching for a knife and then realizing this hospital would have to be run by dumbasses to have a knife put in a suicidal kid's hospital room. In desperation I moved the table to the side of my bed and looked on the floor, my eyes hungrily searching for anything shiny and sharp. I searched under my bed and finally, in a dusty corner underneath the bed, shoved against the wall, lie a silver lonely paperclip calling for some attention.

I grabbed it and sat back up fiddling with it in my hands and straitening it as much as a gay guy can straiten something. Satisfied, I rubbed it on my sheets in a futile attempt to clean it. Disregarding what maybe years of germs on it, I found the spot that said 'Damien' and traced it first with my fingers, and then with the silver ecstasy. It didn't do much so I had to push as hard as I could, it then finally piercing diseased skin and bringing red copper to the surface. The paperclip started having a mind of its own then, my body just along for the wonderful ride. I watched it dance across my skin, making 'x's over the letter and doing whatever it could to fuck up the beautiful Damien on my arm. Unsatisfied, it found a new target, all the scabs and swollen areas which were finally beginning to heal. Blood started covering my arms and streaming down to the bed. It spurted everywhere and the paperclip took a final bow as it was shoved underneath my butt, to keep it hidden.

I stared at the red puddle gathering and wondered how it must taste, knowing that Damien seemed to like it a lot. I licked my wrist and my tongue was greeted by a strange taste and followed by a strange sensation in my body. I licked my lips, understanding Damien's fetish, but decided to stop as I heard my door starting to creak open. I looked at my arms desperately and futilely shoved them underneath the sheets which were already stained by my blood.

You should have known this was going to happen, fag. You're in a fucking hospital for God's sake.

The nurse who I had seen multiple times today came in humming and carrying an antiseptic and injury kit. She gasped at the sight of me and dropped her kit, it clanging loudly, hopefully not drawing any more attention to my room. "OH MY GOD, WHAT HAPPENED IN HERE?"

"Uh… I'm on my period?" I gave a cheesy smile and tried not to take my arms out and shrug.

It looked like she was about to run out and get help, when all of a sudden she stopped in mid step and she turned back around to me. I looked at her, puzzled and saw her eyes were now completely red, pupil, cornea, and all.

"AHH!" my mouth sputtered as my heart beat raced and the machines maddening BEEP! caught up with it. I tried to get up out of my bed and run to the door, but her body flung at me, holding me down.

In a soft voice she uttered comforting words, "Its okay, honey. I'm not going to bite, don't worry. Damien told me to watch over you."

"Huh?" I said, my widened eyes staring in confusion.

"I'm a demon. Damien put me in this lady until you are discharged from the hospital, incase something like this happens." She smiled, her red eyes still slightly creeping me out. She picked up the kit and put it on the end of the bed, took out a washcloth, and started wiping the blood off my arms. She then took some antibacterial cream and rubbed it into my re-blooding arms. "You know, Damien must really love you to call me, his personal demon, to take care if you," she said as she started bandaging up my arms, "He has never put me on some petty meaningless task before. I've been with him since he was born, bestowed upon him by his father as a playmate and a henchmen," she took my arms and patted them as she got up and reached for some extra sheet that were stored in the drawer of the table with the flower. "Now I take you won't do this again, at least for today, so I'll change your sheets now. Up-up."

I got up and stood by the bed as the red eyed possessed girl changed my sheets. When she was done she took the precious paper-clip out from the red and white wad and shoved it in her pocket. "Now I know you won't do anything," she smiled, "I can see why he picked you. Not only are you cute, but funny too. I didn't know mortal men had periods." She snickered and collected the items, and as quick as her appearance, the red eyes disappeared and the nurse continued walking out the door, not noticing she didn't remember the last eight minutes of her life.

A.N: Oh yeah, I'm gonna be hung. XD Not only was this update 2 years late, its also short. Don't worry guys, I wont let my life get in the way of internet for a while. I actually promise upon my LIFE that I will finish this fic properly, as the way it was intended. Like anyone is reading this anyways. You are all either (a) pissed as hell, (b) don't remember this horrible story, (c) don't read fanfics anymore, or (d) died.

Oh dear lord, I feel so guilty. I read over past reviews and it really hit me when someone said I hadn't updated since '05. DAMN! I was in eighth grade then and I'm almost done with my exciting freshman year. But in my mind I do have valid excuses, like all pre-ap classes, friends, and the always fun partying instead of studying. But I know excuses are useless and that I need to go to hell for trying to say my life was too busy when I know I could've stopped watching Fruits Basket and grabbed the old lappy to write my heart out.

So, If you want to kill me or completely shun me, I understand because I know we've all (including me) read the chapters of a totally rape-able story to find out it was only three chapters long and hasn't been updated in three years.

So, I really don't know.. I just hope this isn't going wasted and I'm gonna have to wake up at seven tomorrow and go to church with only six hours of sleep for no reason.. But you can that that reviewer and my friends at school, who happened upon my story and threatened me with sharp objects (which scares me since they know where I live), for this random as hell update.

Oh plus, I'm gonna rename all the chapters to have AFI (my obsession band for the last two years now XD) lyrics as the titles.