Sweet Sleep

Once he felt that it was a safe guess that Jade was asleep, Emerson slinked into her room, where Damien sat, watching her sleep.



"I'm not here to disturb her," he said hastily. The very last thing he wanted was Damien's wrath.


"I know," he sighed, leaning deeply in his chair and putting a hand to his head as if it ached.



"She is exactly like her in looks," Emerson smiled and then added with little to no sympathy, "it must pain you greatly. Tell me why does everyone here think that you despise this girl?"


"I'm tired," Damien said coldly, moving his head which had been tilted up towards the ceiling towards Emerson. It sent a chilling shiver through him. How he hated Damien's eyes.


"As am I, but we have a lot of work to do," Emerson spoke contritely.


Damien shut his eyes hard and ran his fingers through his hair with a loud sigh before standing up, straightening out his shirt and replying as darkly as ever, probably to mask his true feelings, "You're right. Let's get to it. Here take the chair and I'll sit on the side of the bed."



"Really don't trust me around her do you? I suppose you're rather protective of her after keeping her safe for so long," Emerson simpered as he sat down into the warm comfy cushioned chair, crossing one leg over the other and laying both hands neatly on that knee.


Damien shrugged as he sat on the very corner of her bed. Emerson was wondering if he might fall off he was so much on the edge of the bed when he spoke, "So I suppose I'll begin the day telling her everything and then she can speak to anyone who wants to talk to her individually," here Emerson tried to speak in order to let Damien know that he was to see to her first, but Damien spoke over him, "now I realize that you do want to see her first, all right, but she will want to see Erik Porter before you and then Dane and then you. She doesn't know you, Emerson and in truth she may be weary of meeting you after she knows who she is. Understand?"


"But you will try to get me in first," Emerson insisted. It was crucial that he saw her first before Erik Porter poisoned her mind with his nonsense. "Erik is incredibly slick and I don't very much like him. He wants to run off with her and we cannot allow that."



"Jade," he paused to sigh rolling his eyes at his own thoughts, "she is the type of person who doesn't allow other people's words to influence her decisions. She might mask what she truly wants for that person's contentment, but she will decide what she wants to do the moment I have told her everything and she will hold fast to that decision. The only person that might change her mind would be Drake, because of course he is in her mind."


"Yes," Emerson replied stiffly, "I remember Lyra, Damien, but that doesn't make me anymore comfortable about the cripple."


"Emerson," Damien almost shouted. With a small sigh he turned to glance at Jade to check that she was still asleep and then muttered more calmly, raising an eyebrow in sarcasm, "This is the way things are."



"Well, as usual things always go your-" He paused, realizing what a stupid statement his anger almost led him to say. Damien was cursed. He had a power to always get his way, but in reality that never seemed to actually happen to him. "Do you remember seeing her in the past?" He changed the topic smoothly.


"Yes," he sighed angrily, "but I didn't think too much of it at the time and I can't say that I remember it in great detail. Why do you ask?"


"I'm just trying to wrap my mind around this time thing," he laughed, "is she changing the past? But I suppose that you just answered that for me. So is everything predestined then?"


"I supposed so, Emerson" Damien stretched a smile across his face frustratedly, moving his hand to his temple to rub hard with his fingers. It all must have been giving him a terrible head ache for him to let it show. Emerson smiled.


"I don't want you angry with me,'' he removed his glasses, making the world a blurry mess.


Damien stared at him for some time through the pink heat coming from the radiator by the frosty window, but it was a while before Emerson got up the courage to meet his blurry face and dark eyes. He struggled to try and hold the glare even though he could barely make it out of the blur. "Will I disappear when this has all been sorted out?"


Emerson looked away and slid his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, "Possibly, if not I can't fathom another outcome. Unless time actually splits into different dimensions."


Damien nodded with a gentle smile filled with peace, "Well as long as everything is set right."


"Don't you find it unfair that you must pay the price for my father's mistake, his unjust punishment?" Emerson bit back his crooked sneer.


"Don't you find it amusing to watch me writhe in pain?" Damien countered him, meeting his eyes and forcing him to look at the ground, "You're a demon Emerson."


That triggered an amused laugh out of him. A demon? "Yes, Damien I am very amused."


"I can't decide whether I hate you or admire you," Damien admitted through a thin smile, standing up.


"Yes, well we never did reach that friendship you had your mind so set on did we?" Emerson tilted his head, trying to mimic Damien in order to mock him or trip him up. "No, rather we seem to be in a power struggle."


"Oh?" Damien laughed, beginning to pace, sending a smile out of Emerson, "Are we indeed?"


"What are you so worried about?" Emerson sat up straighter, bursting with energy.


"Calm down," Damien rolled his eyes as he made his way to the window, "you may be a genius, but you can't out wit me."



"Ah," Emerson sighed leaning back again, placing an elbow on the arm of the chair and resting his head on his hand, "I can dream though."


"Hmm," Damien murmured pulling the curtain back just a bit and looked outside.


"What is it?" Emerson stood up, feeling uneasy.



Damien threw on his devilish smile and half giggled, "You see I can get you to do anything, feel anything I want without even commanding it," he stopped laughing and said more seriously, dropping his raised hand from the velvet curtain, "any ways the sun's about to rise and the moon is sinking."


Emerson sat down furious, knowing that Damien was right. He had done it many times before and Emerson seemed to be out of control. It made him uncomfortable to say the least. Damien was too powerful for his own good, only Dane could control him and even then . . . he sighed and shook his head.


The sun is about to rise and the moon is sinking, Emerson smiled to himself. That was easy. Jade was about to wake up and Damien was sinking into his sealed fate. "Don't worry," Emerson spoke bitterly, "I'll take care of them for you."


Damien glanced at him coldly, shutting him up. He felt tired and knew that Damien had commanded him to sleep and then told him to forget what he had said. He tried to fight it for a brief moment, but couldn't and slipped down the hill into the ravine of slumber.

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