Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Drobabes]

She grinned back at both of them, happy they liked the idea, and a little relieved that they had a plan. If it worked, which was still the gamble. Still, it was a relief.

She took his hand again and bent over to bring Bowie up on her lap, checking on him. The car drove pretty smooth, but she knew that snakes still got stressed with unnatural movements. She popped one latch on the container and peeked inside, and was surprised to see him lifting his head up at her with the same curiosity he showed when he thought he was going to be fed. A small pang of nervousness settled in her chest again. He was acting different than he should be, and that had her worried. However, he was very old, so perhaps he was just too tired to be bothered by things anymore.

She latched the container shut again and rested her hand on top of the container, looking out the window as they neared their destination.

 

[Poprockz]

Damien glanced at the snake and raised an eyebrow. "Sure is an inquisitive snake, isn't he? He seems like a cat to me, but much more well behaved." He smiled, thinking to himself that he never expected to have a snake as a traveling companion.

They continued on down the road a bit, Daphne munching on one of the sandwiches that had been prepared earlier. Soon they were going down a long, paved driveway. It looked well-kempt and had flower bushes and hedges lining the sides. There were lots of lovely trees on their property as well, a lot of them fruit trees of various types. He continued on with his eyes fixed on the road until the mansion came into sight.

It was a fairly small mansion by mansion standards, only sporting 15 guest rooms, a master suite, a connected suite for when his parents had wanted to sleep separately, and a junior suite for Damien which was about 3/4 the size of his parents'. There were 20 bathrooms, a large dining hall, a music room, a kitchen, a stockroom, an entertainment room, and various other rooms. Still, it wasn't something one might get lost in. After all, the guest quarters were all in the same wing on the second floor, opposite to the other suites. It was a rather modern looking place, a fountain in front and a lovely parking lot to the side.

He remembered sometimes trying to sleep in one of the guest rooms so that it would take him longer to be found, anything to delay the inevitable.

Damien pulled up to the other side, somewhat near the entrance before turning the car off. There were no zombies outside yet, but the front door was open, not spelling anything good. Daphne looked out the window in awe and for a split second, she thought she saw one of the curtains on the second floor move as though someone had been looking out. Could it have been her imagination?

Mansion: https://th.bing.com/th/id/OIP.vCS8gEdhypgU_pt75gxs7gHaFM?pid=Api&rs=1

 

[Drobabes]

"He seems like a cat to me, but much more well behaved."

"Yea...well behaved..."

She was somewhat quiet for the rest of the drive until they began to pull up into the driveway. She lets out a slow whistle at the sight of the place, not being able to contain herself as she pops her head out the window to look around with wide eyes. He was on a whole other level as far as money went. Cora thought she was pretty well off herself, having landed herself with a banking job, but this was just insane. The fruit trees especially interested her, and she thought to herself that when they got to where they were going, it might be a good idea to start planting some to have a more reliable food source.

The mansion itself was huge to her inexperienced eyes, making her gape in awe. It seemed as if her whole apartment building could easily fit within it's walls, with room to spare. How many people worked here on a regular basis, she wondered, and was business that profitable that they could afford something like this?

When she finally was able to pull her eyes away from the absolutely gorgeous building, she sat back down and gave Damien a goofy grin. However, it quickly dropped as she saw the look on his face.

She looked away as a small blush of shame heated her cheeks. While this was all new and really cool to her, she knew that the way a person lived as the grew up was rarely their choice. Damien had given her small hints that he hadn't had the best childhood, and now, as she realized just how money his parents had, she could only imagine the type of things they could have gotten away with and what they might have done to their child.

Actually, on second thought, she didn't want to think about that. She sits Bowie back down on the floor and takes the bat in one hand, a certain determined look setting on her face. Her other hand seeks his out and she meets his steely gaze again.

"Alright, how do you want to do this?"

She wanted him to feel like, not only would she be there with him each step of the way, but that she was willing to take his direction. Up to a point, of course.

 

[Poprockz]

That goofy grin put a little smile on his face, but he couldn't dislodge the pit in his stomach. He came back home every day without such a feeling, but having Cora with him filled him with a sense of dread. It was as though he was going onstage naked in front of a crowd of people, only this was simply his history and past displayed partially by the woman whose approval mattered most to him. Damien didn't want her to peek too deeply inside him or she might find out things that she didn't want to know, wedges that might drive them apart. He had no choice though- he had to take her inside with him.

Worried as he was, he noticed her looking a bit guilty. Perhaps she didn't want him to feel like she was a silly girl gawking at the riches in front of her. When her resolute expression replaces that, he simply looks at her for a moment before patting her thigh for assurance.

"Okay. So, which one of us is the fastest? I'm pretty fast, but my main strength lies in... well, strength. Are either of you very quick?"

Daphne shook her head, "I spend most of my time studying, so I don't really have time to run. I'm not slow, but I'm not super fast either."

 

[Drobabes]

"Ah..yea, that would probably be me.."

She sounded a little embarrassed as she piped up.

"I can't run a mile, but I always beat my brother in a full sprint."

She wasn't really picked on as a kid, per-say, but her friends around that time had always teased her for her height and freakish speed. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing, but she didn't exactly feel very comfortable being the butt of the jokes whenever someone wanted a coffee 'run'.

She hadn't been able to run at her full speed when Damien had first met her, because her hands were tied and she was terrified that if she tripped, she wouldn't be getting back up.

 

[Poprockz]

Damien fixed his gaze on her. He had hoped that Daphne would be the one to go so he could keep Cora at his side, but it would seem that she would likely be the one to have to take the risk on this mission. Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair and reluctantly nodded. "Alright then. Cora. What I want you to do is go into the parking lot and try to open random car doors. If you see a big red jeep, try that one. I know the gardener has one of those and it is LOUD. He also typically parks it at the back-corner of the lot to avoid anyone scratching it."

He took the keys out of the ignition and opened his door, closing it softly and putting his keys in his pocket. After a moment, it looked like something occurred to him as he took the keys back out and fiddled with them, sliding a key off the ring.

Walking over to the passenger side, he opened the door and handed it to Cora. "This is the spare key to my car. If anything happens to me, I want you and Daphne to be able to escape and go to the cabin." The man straightened up and looked at the mansion, wishing he could delay things even a little.

 

[Drobabes]

She took the key with some hesitation, clasping her fingers around it tightly. Her lip quivered a bit as she looked up at him.

"But nothing will happen. Right?"

She didn't want to keep going without him. She would try, but it would be a miserable, hard life with little to no purpose.

"Promise, or I'm not going."

Her hazel eyes glared at him then, the intent clear in her words.

 

[Poprockz]

His pained eyes met her fiery ones; either way he answered her, it might be a lie. There was no way he could guarantee that they would all come out alive from this, and if anyone was going to die, he would prefer it to be himself. That being said, he didn't want to die, he wanted to live with Cora. If she died, he would only be able to keep himself going as long as Daphne was alive because Cora would want him to protect their new friend.

However, he wasn't going to say that something definitely would happen because that could also be untrue. It wasn't as though they were heading into hell itself, and the car alarm would provide a very good cover for them.

Of the two ways to answer, he went with the second one. The man leaned forward and grabbed each of her wrists, squeezing them firmly as he pulled her body forward a bit, his lips going for hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth and he kissed her deeply. He didn't really care if Daphne was watching, his tongue passionately seeking hers out as he tasted her, trying to burn it into his memory until the next time they would be safe enough for another.

Daphne blushed and looked away awkwardly, obviously feeling like she might be intruding.

When he drew back, he hovered near her face, his steely eyes looking intensely determined as he said, "I will fight to keep us alive, myself included. I'm not going to throw myself on the fire if there's any other way to keep us safe. I'm not a martyr, and I promise that I won't let anything kill any of us." At least his words were true; he wasn't going to willingly let any of those infected freaks take any of them.

 

[Drobabes]

His sudden intensity startled her so badly that she didn't think to react and kiss him back, nor did she have time. She simply let him claim her her body, reminding her that it was his and only his. There was a certain peace in that, because it was something she had willingly given, and it helped to calm her even as he left her breathless and wanting when he let her go.

"Oh-...okay..." she panted, her eyes not yet willing to look away.

"I'm holding you to that..."

She stands up slowly, and when he releases her wrists, she deposits the key in the deepest part of her jeans pocket, then grabs the bat. Walking towards the parking lot, keeping his instructions in mind, she begins to get ready. However, she only makes it about four steps when she suddenly stops and turns around.

"Damien..."

She meets his steely gaze, and a small smile touches her lips.

"If you get hurt, I won't have sex with you for a week."

Her feet take her a few steps backwards as she lets that sink in, then she turns and begins to quietly jog to the parking lot.

 

[Poprockz]

He had released her wrists with great reluctance, having wanted to keep her with him at least for a couple more minutes if at all possible. The way she looked breathless and surprised admittedly took his own breath away, thinking to himself that if circumstances were different he might be tempted to take her right there in the car. As it was, Daphne probably wouldn't appreciate that.

His eyes had gone to her ass as she walked away, jumping up to her face as she turned to him and spoke. Damien waited for a moment for her to finish her sentence before blinking in surprise. Chuckling, he wanted to say something in reply like, "I'd like to see you stop me," but instead he settled for, "a week? I don't know if I could survive that! I'll have to be careful, then." The man gave her a playful smile before watching her turn and jog away.

Daphne got out of the car and walked to stand next to him. "Is that a long time to go without?"

He glanced at her and smirked. "I would love to have her every minute of every day if at all possible."

The girl blushed and stood awkwardly with him, both of them watching Cora, ready to run to her at a moment's notice.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora jogged until she reached the parking lot, then she slowed down to a quiet, sneaking walk as she readied the bat in her hands. Her eyes scan the area, both for the red Jeep he had mentioned and any zombies that could possibly be hiding behind a vehicle. She didn't see any, but she didn't let her guard down.

Once she was about halfway through the lot, she spotted the Jeep. She made her way over to it quickly, and then looked behind her. She made a mental map in her head of which cars she was going to try and open as she ran back, not wanting to get indecisive. Once she had it down, she took a deep breath, then reached out and pulled the handle of the door.

He hadn't been kidding; that alarm went off like a shotgun in her ears and made her jump so bad she almost fumbled her weapon. She turned on her heals quickly, immediately running to the next car and pulling the handle. Another alarm set off, then she was onto the next.

She only planned on trying two more cars, near the end of the lot. She ran fast, grabbed a handle, then ran again. Once she could see Damien and Daphne, she went for her last car- something similar to what Damien owned, but darker and with tinted windows. Her fingers found the latch quickly and she pulled, the whole door opening with the hard tug. A momentary pause from surprise, and it was all it needed.

Pale arms tumbled out from the car and wrapped around her waist, pulling her to the ground with the full force of it's body. Cora felt her ass hit the concrete, and her eyes widened in shock as she felt those same arms wrap around her legs so tightly, she was sure it was going to break them like twigs.She couldn't scream. She could barely even breath, as milky white eyes stared towards her own lifelessly.

The next five seconds felt as if they were happening to someone else, and she were just observing it all like a scene from a bad movie. The zombie went to bite down on her upper thigh, but clamped it's teeth down hard on the metal bat as she shoved it in it's mouth. The metal dented under the pressure, but did not yield, and it gave her a chance to sit up and push back with everything she had. The thing seemed to realize it's tactic wasn't going to work, as it suddenly loosened it's grip on her legs and put it's hands on the ground, seemingly getting ready to pounce on her fully. She took advantage of the chance, bringing her knees up to her chest, and then kicking it hard in the chest and sending it toppling back against the car.

A sudden whoosh of air filled her lungs and all at once she seemed to be back in her own body, a loud scream filling her ears. It wasn't until she practically threw herself onto her stomach and pushed herself up off the ground, that she realized it was her own voice.

Scrambling to her feet and clutching the bat hard enough to hurt, she swallowed her voice down and full out sprinted back to the car. She didn't dare look back until she felt cool metal of the sleek vehicle under her palm, helping her to come to a stop from her mad sprint, and then she looked over her shoulder with wide, scared eyes.

 

[Poprockz]

Everything had seemed to be going according to plan, Damien only having expected her to set off one car. Though it was smart to set off multiple so it might last longer if one of them ran out of juice. He relaxed when she was closer to them, seemingly in the clear until he saw her disappear behind a car. He looked out anxiously, wondering why she wasn't reappearing. Just as he was about to step forward to check it out, he heard her scream. Both of them jumped and he didn't hesitate.

Damien ran forward, then seeing her bolt out from behind the car toward them. It was like she was too traumatized to see him at the moment, the silver car being her one goal that she was whole-heartedly focusing on. He ran after her, meeting her shortly after she stopped and rested near the car. Daphne started to shake from the look on Cora's face, knowing something had happened to her.

The man came up to her and turned her around, putting his hands on her shoulders as he frantically scanned her body for wounds or bites. She was a bit scraped up, but mostly unharmed. He put his hands on either side of her face, his own eyes wide and worried. "Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" His heart was beating so fast and his chest felt tight.

 

[Drobabes]

She needed a few seconds to catch her breath before she could put her own hand up on top of his and nod.

"Yea, I'm alright. Stupid."

She panted a bit more before continuing.

"Tinted windows, didn't see it. The door wasn't locked."

Her eyes met his then as her body starts to shake.

"I didn't see it, and it grabbed me. I'm okay though. I'm okay."

She couldn't tell if she was trying to assure him, or assure herself, but either way, that was possibly the closest she had ever come to facing death and it shook her deeply.

"C-come on. We don't have a lot of time."

She tries to pull away from him then, intent on getting it done and over with so they could leave.

 

[Poprockz]

He listens to her with concern, his brows furrowing as she mentions getting grabbed. She could have been killed, and it was he who had sent her to do it. It pained him that she even had to do such a task, and he could see how much it disturbed her. When she tried to pull away, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her neck before whispering, "are you sure you don't want to stay in the car? I don't want anything to happen to you." Damien squeezed against his body, not wanting to let her go.

 

[Drobabes]

She hugged him back tightly and gave him a little nod. She knew he was scared, and probably feeling a little guilty. If the situation had been reversed, she would be too. However, it had been stupid to pick a car she couldn't see into. It was a cocky move, one that she wouldn't dare repeat, but they had sent her out there for a reason.

"You know I'm not going to, so it would be better to just keep my by your side. Now come on, let's not waste the time I gave us."

 

[Poprockz]

He sighed and kissed her neck, pulling back and rubbing the sides of her arms before releasing her. "I know. But it's so hard to see you like this. Let's go." Damien turned and gestured for them to follow him. He had them go around the back of the mansion, not wanting to go through the front doors that most of the zombies would go through, seeing that it was the exit facing the noise. When they went around, he skirted the large pool crystal-blue pool before trying an entrance.

It was one that some of the workers used for the kitchens, and it was unlocked it seemed. That in of itself worried him, but he checked and saw that the kitchen was clear before proceeding forward. They could hear shuffling out in the hall, but it was all receding toward the front of the house and was soon gone. Even inside, the combined sounds of the alarms was very loud. Damien turned to them and said, "stick close to me. We need to go to my mother's room. It's on the second floor on the opposite side, so it should be fairly straight-forward, okay?"

 

[Drobabes]

"I know sweety..."

She followed his lead, trying to focus on the mission to distract herself from the fact that she had just come within a few inches of being a snack. Her eyes scanned all around as they moved, not daring to miss a single detail.

"It's on the second floor on the opposite side, so it should be fairly straight-forward, okay?"

She nodded and kept walking, but as they worked their way through the kitchen, something caught her eye.

A door was hanging open to what looked like a supply closet, and while she thought it an odd place to keep one, Cora was almost sure she had spotted an axe.

"Damien, wait."

She made her way over to the closet, peeking inside first lest she have another incident like what happened with the car, and then she grabbed the axe. It wasn't too heavy, thankfully, and as she made her way back to her small group, she held the two up to Daphne, offering her a choice. She didn't have a preference as to what she picked, as she felt very comfortable with the bat herself, but she wanted the women to have something, rather than being completely defenseless. Once she had made her choice, Cora got back into position to cover the rear, where she felt most comfortable.

 

[Poprockz]

If he wasn't so worried about her, he might have been giddy from the fact that she called him "sweety." As it was, he was just glad she was alright.

He paused at her behest, watching her curiously with Daphne as she disappeared cautiously into the closet for a moment before coming out with an ax. It was a great idea, grabbing something for Daphne, especially since they needed each of them to be ready to defend themselves if need be.

Daphne looked at her choice and reached out, taking the ax in hand and gripping it tightly. "I'm not sure I have the strength to bludgeon someone like that, so it'll help me when it comes to taking them down without as much force," she explained in a hushed whisper. Her green eyes looked afraid, but she seemed a bit calmer now that she had a weapon in her hands.

With that done, Damien led them through the mansion. Occasionally they would have to hide behind a wall as a zombie passed, or dash forward, but most of the zombies were taking the bait of the car alarm, focused on it as the loudest sound. When they reached the suite wing, he approached his mother's door, pausing for a moment as he reached toward the handle. He didn't want to go in, didn't want to see her body alive or dead, or even undead.

However, they couldn't tarry in the hall, so he pushed the door open and braced himself. What he saw made his eyes widen. She was gone. Just gone. While the various life-support machines were there, her body was completely missing with no signs of struggle or blood anywhere. He walked forward, almost in a daze as he stared.

 

[Drobabes]

That was a smart choice, for Daphne to take the axe. Cora didn't work out enough to be in what most people called good physical shape, but she led a more active lifestyle than most, so chances were she could probably hold her own with the bat. Although...her eyes briefly look down at the indentation the bite had left, and she was reminded that they weren't exactly in the same league here. Trying her best to shrug it off, she treks onward, trying her best not to piss herself in fright every time they come a little too close for comfort.

As they near the door, they all come to a stop, and she can't help but wonder why Damien pauses before moving forward.

When he finally decides to go inside, Cora is a bit shocked by what she sees. She stares at the medical equipment in confusion, knowing that it was used specifically for someone on life support. But why would that be in his mothers room? And why did he seem so confused by it as well? Had a colleague or someone working for him gotten very ill and decided to use the room as a safehouse?

"Damien?" She stepped forward cautiously, very confused by the situation, but more confused by his reaction to it. He was making her really nervous, especially when she reached him and saw the look on his face. A nasty lump formed in her throat, and she almost didn't want to ask the question that needed to be asked.

"Damien, what's wrong?"

Her hand reaches out tentatively, touching his arm.

 

[Poprockz]

"I don't- she's gone. How is she gone?! Did they take her somewhere else? the basement maybe? No... But how would she survive that without her machines?" Completely ignoring Cora's question and touch, he talked to himself, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on here. Damien's voice shook and he looked extremely disturbed, his finger tapping furiously on his crossed arms as he stood there in shock, his eyes fixed on the bed. He almost seemed to sway, his mind clearly elsewhere as Daphne looked at Cora with a concerned expression.

"Hmm... Maybe she didn't go anywhere?" A sultry female voice said from behind them. There was a click as the door was shut and locked, A woman now standing there wearing reflective sunglasses and an expensive black dress. She was beautiful and voluptuous, hardly looking like a woman in her late 40's. Her skin was soft and taught, looking vibrant and healthy, no needle marks or anything showing on her skin from the various machines. She had long black hair and the resemblance to her son could be seen in her face, though she was much more feminine.

Damien turned slowly. His face was white and it looked like he had seen a ghost- in some ways he really had. His mouth opened and closed, taking a step back as his eyes took her in. It couldn't be possible. It wasn't possible. And yet there she was standing right in front of him. Had he gone mad? There was no way she was up and about, and even uninfected by whatever it was infecting people. He felt like he was going to throw up. He was going to throw up.

He ran over to a trash bin and vomited, dry-heaving for a moment with wide-eyes.

She raised her eyebrow as she watched. "Not really the greeting any mother would want to get, but I suppose it'll do." The woman smiled at Cora and Daphne. "And who are you two? I'm Damien's mother, but you can call me Margaret if you like." Her hand extended toward Cora, her nails perfectly manicured.

 

[Drobabes]

Her heart rate kicked up to a new level as she watched him. He was scared. No, he was downright terrified. Even when he thought she may have gotten bit he hadn't been this scared.

"Damien what's going on? I thought you said your parents were dea-aah!"

She screamed in surprise as a voice behind them made her jump and turn quickly on her heels. She brought the bat up defensively, not sure what or where the threat was, until...she saw her.

The women was absolutely gorgeous. A true beauty like Cora had never seen, and the resemblance between her and the man she loved unsettled her in a strange way. It both made her want to relax because it was something familiar, but at the same time, it made her feel slightly sick. And it seemed as if her feelings were not far off as she watched Damien quickly run and grab a trash can.

She lowered the bat to her side, her eyes flashing from Damien, then to this new women, and back to Damien again. Something was not fucking right here. He shouldn't be acting like that, and while perhaps it could be explained away if he thought she had been dead, or in this case, comatose? He shouldn't be sick at the sight of the women.

"I'm Damien's mother, but you can call me Margaret if you like."

Her hands were shaking as she took a step back, but she didn't want the women to think she was scared of her, so she turns and makes her way over to Damien quickly, trying to hide her fear behind a mask of concern. With one hand now on Damien in a comforting gesture, but one hand still firmly gripping the bat, she forces herself to swallow so she can speak.

"Sorry" she says quickly, gesturing at the offered hand that she hadn't shook.

"I'm Cora. That's Daphne. We uh...well, I guess we weren't expecting anyone to be alive."

Her hand reaches down to grip Damien's arm firmly, almost painfully, as she tries to force him to stand up straight. She didn't know what was happening here but she needed him to pull himself together enough to talk to this women, his supposed mother. Questions could come later, why he hadn't told her his parents were still alive, well, at least one of them. Right now though, her and Daphne were basically uninvited guests.

Her eyes looked down at him, taking him in. She was beyond scared for him, but she didn't want to make the wrong move here and make something worse.

 

[Poprockz]

The woman's eyes followed Cora as she went, her head turning slightly as she didn't take the hand that was offered. Daphne instead reached out and took it, shaking it hesitantly. Margaret smiled at the girl, shaking the hand before releasing it.

She turned to Cora and nodded. "Nice to meet you Cora, Daphne." One of her hands went around Daphne's waist and she walked over to Cora and Damien with the girl in tow. Daphne looked a bit confused and slightly uncomfortable to be touched, but she didn't shy away from the woman.

After a few more gags, Damien finally felt the pain of her grip, the sensation jarring him back to reality as he looked up. Clearing his throat, he stood up a little shakily, and leaned slightly on Cora for support. "Mother... You were... you were supposed to be..."

Margaret grinned, "Comatose? Yes, yes. Indeed I was. I woke up a few days ago to the most delightful feeling. It was as though the world felt right again." She sighed with a wistful happiness, reaching up and taking off her glasses. Her eyes were a vibrant purple, almost like the zombies, but without the milky cataracts obscuring their eyes.

Without looking away from them, she almost affectionately moved Daphne's hair behind her shoulder, exposing her neck to her. Her eyes looked at it for a moment, the bare fresh skin before her before looking back at Cora and Damien. "Hmm... You've been a bad boy, Damien. Worse than usual, even. Imagine how much you hurt my feelings when the last thing I saw was your fists." Her eyes went to Cora, gauging her reaction.

 

[Drobabes]

The hand snaking around their new friends waist sent a chill up her spine, although she couldn't quite place why that was. It was certainly a very socially awkward thing to do from her perspective, but she felt like there was more to it than that. As Damien leaned on her, she let her arm go around his waist and she tried her best to be steady for him, holding him up. She couldn't help but peel her eyes away from the women to stare at how white his face had gotten. He looked as if he was going to pass out and she wasn't sure if she had the strength to hold him up.

When she did look back, it was just in time to see Margaret take her glasses off. She took a sharp breath in and unconsciously brought the bat up a little bit.

Those deep, almost glowing, purple eyes made her shiver against his side. She didn't know what the hell was going on, but she knew it wasn't good. The women was obviously infected, and yet somehow she was standing before them, talking as if nothing at all was wrong.

"Imagine how much you hurt my feelings when the last thing I saw was your fists."

Cora's eyes quickly met Damien's for a brief few seconds, but then she quickly looked back to Margaret. She could be lying, but that would explain the medical equipment. However, even though she had only known him a short amount of time, it was enough for her to understand that he hadn't been raised the way a child should be raised. This women likely held no love for her son, and it was only further evidenced by the way he reacted around her.

"Daphne," her voice was a low growl as she let go of Damien and stepped away just far enough so that she could get the bat up in the air, taking a defensive stance.

"Get over here. Right now."

 

[Poprockz]

Damien flinched at is mother's comment, knowing it to be true even if he had a reason for doing so. Normally he might not have gone to such an extreme, but after what she had tried to do, he didn't regret almost choking her to death.

The tone in Cora's voice was not wasted on the girl, but as she went to move forward, the hand on her waist slithered around and more to the front as it tightened. Daphne looked a bit confused for a moment before looking at Cora and giving her a little frightened shake of the head. It was obvious that the grip on her was a tight one, Damien's mother seemingly effortlessly holding the girl in place as though it was nothing.

"Cora, you're interrupting," she said clicking her tongue at her disapprovingly. "Anyway, Damien. You have to know that I was only doing what's best for you. It's not like you were going to have a life outside of the family anyhow. What harm would it have done? Hm? I would think you'd be a little more grateful considering the life I gave you. An expansive mansion, enough pussies to sate your appetite, and a place where you would be accepted for the fuck-up you are."

He shook his head, a bit of anger coming to his eyes as he hissed, "you were going to take my eyes!" Damien was still pale, but it looked like he had regained some of his senses as he stopped swaying.

Margaret shrugged, "yes? And? A small price to pay to have me keep you here where I can help you. As I said before, I'm your mother. I would think I know what's best for you. Have you been happy since you left? A functioning, upstanding member of society? I think not. I bet you fucked over several people's lives with your selfishness."

Damien opened his mouth and closed it, unable to think of a response. Was she right? Obviously he would never let her take his eyes, but it wasn't as though he really had done any good before Cora. Even then, he hadn't saved her or anything so the scoreboard was neutral in that way, maybe even in the negative since he kidnapped her to begin with.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her mouth actually dropped open in shock as the women came right out and admitted to what she had planned on doing to her child, her son. She had thought the man who had adopted her and her brother was the worst of the worst, evil in the purest sense of the word, but this disgusting monster standing before her was vying for that position.

A cold, sickening, rage settled deep in her mind as she steps between Damien and Margaret. She brings herself to her full height, knowing she couldn't completely block her from seeing her son, but she could at least make damn sure the bitch couldn't ignore her. Briefly she wondered if this was the way Quint had felt every time he stood between herself and that disgusting man, and if the circumstances were not so dire, she might have cried at the realization of just how brave he had to have been for her. As it were though, all she felt was a cord being plucked within her chest, something she hadn't felt in nearly twelve years. Quint had saved her from it before, but her big brother wasn't there anymore to protect her any longer.

"Damien, you asked if you were evil before, but I can see now why you asked that."

Her voice was calm, not a single hint of emotion in it.

"You don't know what evil looks like because it's been manipulating you your whole life. That," she gestured with her bat at Margaret.

"Is evil. Parents should love their children, not posses them like some kind of toy that they get to break and discard whenever they choose it becomes an inconvenience. This cunt doesn't know what she could have had."

Cora doesn't take her eyes off of the demonic women, nor does she turn her back to her, but she backs up enough so that she can feel Damien's body close enough to touch if she leaned back. In a low voice, she said:

"I love you. No one can change that. The only person who has control over that is you."

She begins to walk forward slowly, the look in her eyes deadly.

"Let her go you fucking witch, or I swear to god I will bash your skull in until there's nothing left but a stump on your fat fucking shoulders."