DAMIEN : OMEN II

The Sergeant's Daughter


Oh God...this isn't right! How could she-?

I felt something being pulled out of my arm with the same sickening sound. I felt my face pale as I let out a shuddered gasp.

I looked over to my shoulder, a few tears falling down my face. I put my hand there and sobbed. When I pulled my hand back, it was warm and red. There was a large wound near my shoulder, leaking blood profusely.

It's blood. MY blood!

The red liquid was seeping through the sleeve of my blouse and uniform jacket.

I spun around to face Ann. She had a wicked grin on her face, and was holding one of the daggers. It was dripping with my blood. I looked over to the basement door and wiped the blood off of my hands, grabbing one of the daggers. I stood up and approached Ann, my arm in searing pain. For God's sake...I had just been stabbed!

"You...bitch!" I said, running towards her and raising the dagger as high as I could.

Ann laughed and ran towards me, we were going to fight over Damien. But I was fighting for Damien!

Ann and I collided hardly, the force nearly sending me backwards. No matter how much pain I was in, I continued to fight. My dagger clashed with Ann's, blood drops splattering onto my face. I pushed harder on my dagger, making Ann's hands shake violently. I grinned and finally managed to knock the dagger out of her hand.

She attempted to pick it up, but I plunged my dagger into her shoulder. Ann screamed, grabbing her wound. I took the chance and grabbed the two daggers at my feet, running to pick up the last five.

I cringed in pain everytime I moved.

I picked up all seven daggers and walked up the basement stairs as fast as I could.

I made it halfway up the stairs and Damien was already running down the staircase to my side. I looked at him emotionlessly. It was really disturbing how calm I was, honestly.

"Raynee?!" He said as I ran to him. "Are you okay?"

"It's not that deep...don't worry, I'm fine." I said as I sat the daggers down. I began to unwrap the bandage around my hand.

Damien stared at my shoulder and then to the basement window. "Stand back..." He said darkly. I stepped back towards the exhibit halls and kneeled down. I took off my uniform jacket and began to wrap my bandage around my shoulder. The blood was seeping through my blouse and running down my arms.

I looked over to Damien and saw he was standing by the basement window, staring down at Ann. She was screaming his name over and over again.

"Damien!...Damien! DAMIEN!" Ann sounded possesed, or different to who I thought she was.

Damien glared down at her, that's when I heard the banging sound. Damien smiled very faintly and turned to face me. He ran over to my side and helped me stand up.

"We have to go." Damien said as he pulled me over to him.

Damien picked up the daggers and we began to walk to the commons area near the front of the museam. As we walked, Damien and I began to run to the lobby. I could hear Ann still screaming Damien's name at the top of her lungs. Then she stopped.

The museam's alarm system had began to sound, and I looked at Damien.

"What did you do?" I said, yelling over the deafining clanging of the alarms.

Damien just remained silent and looked at me. I felt my face pale.

I glanced over my shoulder. I saw the flames and I knew Ann was dead. I turned back as we stopped infront of the museam doors. I looked to Damien and I couldn't help but smile at him.

"So, Ann was the sacrifice?" I shook my head, mockingly.

Damien looked at me and smiled back. "I guess so."

We both scoffed, but Damien paused. He looked back towards the basement and the stairs. Damien seemed to have sorrow in his eyes, I knew what was wrong. I took notice immediately and put my hand on his cheek.

"It's okay...they're not your real family. I am." I smiled warmly and Damien smiled back, he had tears in his eyes.

I looked outside to the Chicago streets and put on my jacket.

"We'd better go before it get's worse." I said as Damien put his hat on. I held mine in my hand and made sure I didn't have blood visable on my shoulder. I didn't want anybody knowing I was injured. It wasn't even as bad as people would think a stab wound would be.

Damien smiled at me and took my hand in his. He opened the doors and we walked out into the night.

Stretchted before us was Chicago. The city's lights were still glowing brightly and the sky was clear. I could see the moon and it was perfectly full. Far off from us we heard the fire engines comming to fight the blaze that burned below us.

Too late.

I looked at Damien emotionlessly. We both looked down at our car, perfectly synched like twins. Murray stepped out and looked up at us standing at the top of the stairs.

Damien pulled me close to him and stared at me. I raised an eybrow at him.

"Are you okay?" He said to me.

I smiled. "I'm fine."

Damien just held me tighter. He leaned foward and pressed his lips against mine. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. I felt myself blush despite my condition.

When Damien pulled back I glaned down at Murray, and saw that Paul was in the car waiting for us.

"Paul is waiting for us..." I said, turning to face the city.

Damien laughed. "Ready for destiny to begin?"

I shrugged. "Depends..." I smirked and Damien and he held my hand as we began to trot down the stairs. I put my hat on and looked back towards the museam.

When we made it to the car, Damien opened the door and we got inside next to Paul. He smiled at us.

"Has it been done?" He asked.

Damien smirked. "Yes."

I giggled and laid my head down in Damien's lap. Damien started to stroke my hair like he always does.

Paul smiled at the image of us like this. As we began to drive off to our winter home Paul sighed contentedly. He only asked us one question that made me uneasy but gave me hope.

"Are you two ready for the marriage?"

I opened my eyes and laughed. I looked up at Damien. He was staring at the museam behind us, the flames sending eerie reflections on his face. Damien then looked down at me.

And he smiled.