"Damien, it's not your fault," Derek's voice rang out, filled with conviction.
"All of this happened because of Mazariou," Damien pressed on, his voice unwavering. "She was bitten, but she survived..... Don't burden yourself with blame. You are not at fault."
"I tasted her blood" Damien said all of a sudden. Derek's hand hung on the air as soon as he heard what he said.
"You did what?" He asked, putting down the glass on the table.
Damien sighed before going over and sitting on one of the chairs.
The room fell into a heavy silence as Damien's confession hung in the air, Derek's hand frozen in mid-air, slowly lowered from pouring his meal into a glass cup.
"I should have told you sooner," Damien admitted, his voice laced with remorse. "During the mission when we were on the plane, there was a moment where I was so close to her, I could hear the rhythm of her pulse, the steady flow of blood coursing through her artery on her neck. temptation overcame me. The urge to sink my fangs into her delicate flesh and taste her blood became overwhelming"
Memories of that pivotal moment on the plane flooded his mind, vivid and haunting.
"The strength of that desire was staggering," Damien continued, his voice laced with a mix of shame and self-reflection. "I bent towards her, my fangs yearning to pierce her skin until she called out to me, snapping me back to reality."
Derek's face contorted with a mix of concern and confusion. His mind raced, trying to comprehend the depth of Damien's confession.
"After I killed Mazariou and rushed to her side, the scent of her blood enveloped me," Damien continued, his voice filled with a delicate mix of fascination and remorse.
"I couldn't resist," Damien continued, his admission laced with a tinge of longing.
"I lightly grazed a finger against the wound on her neck, feeling the warmth of her blood. In that moment, temptation overtook me, and I succumbed to my primal desire.
The taste, it was more intoxicating than anything I had ever known. I tasted it again and again, unable to satiate my insatiable longing."
A heavy sigh escaped him, echoing through the room like a solemn melody. The weight of his actions settled upon Damien's shoulders, his remorse etched across his face.
"I knew she had been weakened, her life force drained, yet her blood called to me like an insurmountable addiction," Damien confessed, his voice laced with a mixture of shame.
"But just as I leaned in with my fangs ready, her voice, barely a whisper, pierced through the haze of my craving. She called my name, even in her unconscious state, and that plea brought me back to my senses," he explained, his gaze fixed on Derek. "So tell me Derek, do I deserve to see her?"
Derek sat in stunned silence, his mind reeling to comprehend the enormity of Damien's revelation. If anyone other than Damien had uttered those words, he would have dismissed them as fantasy.
Derek's eyes widened at Damien's words, for he knew his friend's aversion to drinking blood directly from humans. It was against everything Damien believed in, never treating humans as mere sources of sustenance.
The revelation left Derek yearning to uncover what untold events had transpired, for he had always known Damien to consume human blood only when processed into serum or plasma.
"Do you know what triggered it?" Derek asked.
"I have no idea, contact Vanessa, she might know what the issue is" Damien said and stood up.
"Despite your reservations, you should still visit her," Derek suggested calmly, setting aside his meal to meet Damien's gaze. Damien paused, his steps faltering as he pivoted to face Derek, his frustration evident.
"What's the point of this prophecy if she's only human?" Damien's words oozed with anger and confusion. The weight of the goddess's proclamation ignited a fire within him, fanning his doubts about the nature of their intertwined destinies.
Damien's voice trembled with heartfelt concern as he voiced his fears. "Considering what she went through, caught between the supernatural forces, do you honestly believe she'll be safe once the prophecy becomes widely known? No, Derek. She will forever live in constant danger, and I cannot bear to see her suffer such a fate."
In the midst of their conversation, Derek observed something he had never witnessed in centuries—Damien displaying genuine care for someone, especially a human female.
"You like her, don't you?" Derek's smile widened, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watched shock ripple across Damien's face.
"Don't be absurd," Damien immediately rebuffed, his voice carrying a hint of defensiveness. Derek burst into laughter, his head shaking in amusement.
"Ah, my friend, it's a pleasure to see you in such a state," Derek remarked, still chuckling. "But have you ever considered telling her the truth? About us, the supernatural world we are a part of?"
Damien's expression shifted, a mix of uncertainty and reservation clouded his features. "I did mention being a vampire once, but she dismissed it as utter madness," Damien admitted, a tinge of disappointment lacing his words.
A mischievous glimmer danced in Derek's eyes as he leaned in closer. "If she believed you, I would have questioned her sanity," he teased. "But, my dear friend, we need her to not only believe but also understand the supernatural world. How else will she grasp the significance of the prophecy? I propose you reveal your vampire side to her."
Damien's brows furrowed, contemplating Derek's proposal. The weight of the decision hung heavy in the air. If they were to face the challenges of the prophecy together, she needed to be fully aware.
"I can't show her my face," Damien confessed solemnly, his gaze filled with trepidation.
Derek smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You mean, you don't want her to see your face," he remarked playfully. "And yet, you claim not to fancy her?"
Derek approached Damien, his hand resting on his friend's shoulder in a comforting gesture. "Tell her the truth, show her who you really are, and let fate determine the rest," he advised, giving Damien a reassuring pat before returning to his seat.
Uncertainty swirled within Damien as he considered Derek's words. The weight of his decision lay heavy on his shoulders. Revealing his true self to her seemed like a colossal risk, but perhaps it was time to let fate guide their intertwined paths.
With those words, Damien swiftly turned and left the room, his steps echoing down the corridor.
Through the hospital corridors, he made his way to the rooftop, where the moon hung luminous in the night sky. It was in this quiet sanctuary that Damien found solace. Each evening, as the moonlight caressed his immortal skin, he would contemplate the intricate tapestry of his existence.
The breeze whispered secrets as Damien let his thoughts wander. He knew that the truth had its consequences—a deeper understanding could shatter the fragile equilibrium between humanity and the supernatural. In his heart, he believed that some truths were better left unspoken, nestled safely within the shadows.
As the night wore on, Damien stood on the edge of the rooftop, his thoughts at the precipice of revelation. He made up his mind to visit her in the midnight when she must be sleeping very soundly.
From the roof top,he frowned when he saw Alex alight from a black SUV and walk inside the hospital alone.
"Humans" he sighed and left the rooftop intending to confirm his suspicion, not like he would stand at the door to her room and eavesdrop on them, he could do it from the rooftop but for some reason he wanted to be closer to her room