Kiss The Damsel

"Here, bring her," Nessa's mother Jenny, was the one who instructed Damon who carried her daughter, bridal style, into the room, "On the bed,"

Damon didn't grumble nor waste a minute, he immediately laid Nessa down while her mother tucked her properly in bed.

To be honest, Damon hadn't thought that Nessa was serious with the whole claustrophobic act since the girl was quite capricious and vivacious - he felt she would regain herself after two or three minutes. Who knew that after the so thought two or three minutes, she wasn't even close to waking from her fainting.

Just as he surmised, it hadn't been up to five minutes, the maintenance team had the elevator up and running once again, but then, the deed had been done. With a groan, he had to carry the drama queen back to her mother, and here they are.

"Look after her, I'll be back," Damon was roused from his thoughts by Red's mother.

"Where are you going .....?" he was still asking, she'd already left the room.

"Seriously," Damon rubbed his face with his palm. He never signed up to be a babysitter, especially to her, Red wanted him out of her life - why was fate dragging him back to her?

Damon sat on the edge of the bed, watching over her. Unlike earlier, Nessa looked fragile and sickly, causing a protective feeling to grow in his chest. He wanted to keep her safe by all means and all time.

"Seriously, dude, what are you thinking? Snap out of it. Once she's awake, you keep to yourself as she does the same as well. Problem solved. Yeah, probably," Damon chided himself, deciding to look at anything else but her. But then, curiosity killed the cat. Damon turned around wondering what she looked like when asleep.

"Ugly little thing," He muttered, lowering his head to get a closer look at her, "Her eyelashes aren't even as long as mine…" his hand then poked her cheeks, "No baby fat. Not cute at all…" His gaze then flickered down to her lips and he froze. 

For the first time in his life, Damon was enthralled by a woman's lips; full, pouty, and sexy. He gulped upon feeling the urge to lower his head and taste her. What does she taste like? He was so damn curious. 

"Just lower your head and kiss the damsel. Remember no one would know because they're not here to see you," Advised the red-colored miniature devil with two horns and a tail who perched on his shoulder after appearing from God knows where. 

Damon glanced back at Nessa and the temptation grew. To make matters worse, Red chose that moment to pucker her lips. Damon gulped, was she permitting him to go on ahead?

Damon's resolve fell and then, he began to lean in. Getting closer and closer, he realized suddenly that she was cute. Were his eyes deceiving him earlier? The closer he got to her lips, the stronger the urge became, until he was hovering over her. 

"Just dip your head," the devil on his left shoulder advised him with a grin and he did so. 

However, as soon as their lips were about to meet, Damon felt a strong slap in his face and his head whipped to the side - the devil had vanished. He then turned to the source of the slap only to see a miniature angel floating over his shoulder, scowling at him. 

"Dude," his imaginative angel asked him, "What are you doing? Don't you know that is called sexual assault?"

Bang! 

That slap and comment brought him back around and Damon shook his head. What the hell just happened? What had he almost done? Kiss Nessa? He glanced back down at Nessa and the appeal he felt towards her was gone, replaced by horror.

What the hell was wrong with him? Fine, he would be out of here soon and his life would go back to being the same. The girl was a huge temptation. 

Almost immediately, Jenny came back from wherever she went and Damon had never been more relieved than at that moment. Being alone with Red was dangerous, highly dangerous! The girl was a vixen! Succubus! Vampires! What again? Ugh!! 

"What are you doing?" Damon asked Jenny after his internal battle, "I mean why are you doing that?" he rephrased his question, having known what a thermometer was used for. 

"Oh, checking her temperature, Nessa always has a fever whenever this happens," Jenny asked, feeling her daughter's forehead while the thermometer rested in her - Nessa's - mouth. 

"Always?" Damon picked on that, "This happens all the time? But she looked fine when she got into the elevator and it wasn't until it got stuck, did she begin to hyperventilate," 

"Not always, but in special circumstances, just like today. She might be claustrophobic but she learned to manage it unless shit like this happens," Jenny answered, checking the thermometer, "Thank God, no fever," the woman was relieved. 

"Has she always been claustrophobic or was her phobia triggered by a trauma?" Damon asked and regretted it afterward. Why was he prying into people's matters, especially hers? It was none of his business. 

Yet, Jenny answered him, "Yes, you're right. Her claustrophobia is trauma-induced," she went on to explain, "You see, My daughter, Nessa was kidnapped when she was young and was locked away in a tiny room for days - the little girl was all alone and scared. After she was rescued, she never become the same," 

Damon didn't say a word even after Jenny was done. He didn't think that Red had her own pains and demons. She always seemed so lively and free, as if the world got nothing on her that it didn't cross his mind she had her own problems. 

Suddenly Jenny's phone rang and she picked up, "Hello? You need my presence?" 

Damon watched as Jenny's conflicted gaze rested on her daughter. 

"I'm sorry but - 

"You can go, " Damon mouthed to her

"Huh?" Her brows furrowed in confusion and she blocked her phone to the side with her palm to hear him well, "Excuse me, you say?" 

Damon waved her away, "You can go, I'll take care of your daughter," and yeah, he was acting the good Samaritan again. 

"Thank you so much," Jenny leaned down and pecked him on the forehead before he could protest, "You're such a darling," And took her leave. 

Yep, one point for Damon - although the kiss part was embarrassing. But then, he got Nessa's mommy to like him! With that, he could pretty much torture her however he wanted and her mother wouldn't even believe a thing when she complains. Mwahaha. 

With a sigh, the boy realized he was back to taking care of this ugly little thing and this time, he didn't dare to look at her lips. 

However, time passed rather slowly. Why wasn't she awake? Hopefully, she doesn't sleep the whole day. Upon realizing he was bored, Damon took out his phone to pass away time when an idea hit him and he grinned evilly. 

Focusing his camera on Nessa, he took a picture of her asleep. Done, he began to edit the pictures and snickered as he drew a mustache on her jaw, bursting into laughter in the process. It looked so hilarious. 

And it was in this process of laughter that he heard someone ask from behind, "What are you doing?"