21A/N: Sparrow's POV, I figured I'd add a little more to the story. I was getting bored with the mansion so I figured a change of scenery would better the story. Tell me what you think!
Damien had been occupied with a phone call once we reached the city. He was still on the phone as the upper class of Boston surrounded us. A couple minutes later we were parking in front of the home. He shut off the phone and gave me a distressed look.
I frowned, "What's wrong? You sounded upset on the phone?"
"The mansion is no longer our home," He responded calmly.
"What do you mean?"
He shook his head, "The land itself was under my family name, they discovered it was being utilized and had the mansion raided. When they realized that it was more than they dump it had been in for decades, they decided they were going to remodel it and turn it into a bed and breakfast."
"That's a whole lot of change," I replied, "We haven't been in the car that long."
"He said they had been interested in the mansion before, but they never did anything about it. I was on the phone with Leonard just now and he said that we can live in the townhome as long as we wanted. I know this is a lot of information to take in."
I smiled, "I'm just happy you're doing all this for me."
But I can't help but wonder if he intended for this to happen.
I managed to take a deep breath as I gathered all my rampaging thoughts all together before Damien escorted me to the front door. The chauffeur that drove us from the mansion in the woods to this extravagant place was occupied with getting our luggage together. We didn't bring much, as Damien informed me that Amy provided an entire wardrobe for the both of us. Hesitant, I unlocked the door and watched them open before me. I was greeted by the wonderful early 20th century charm of the home. The marble floors were sparkling, and the grand staircase was like a mini version of the mansion's staircase. It much more contemporary; I was living in an 18th century nightmare before. I smiled at the thought as I decided to explore more of the place. Once I walked past the staircase, I stood in the open floor plan of the kitchen and living room. The kitchen was very small compared to the grand kitchen at the mansion.
"No servants in this kitchen," I said with amusement as I ran my palm across the countertop.
Everything in the kitchen area was built to satisfy a Boston homeowner's needs. It had an Early American feel, with the granite countertops and custom built cherry wood counters. There were floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the cityscape and a private outdoor space that would be nice sit down with a cup of coffee in the morning. The living room had a huge flat screen TV which amused me since I hadn't seen a TV in over a year. It made me curious to see how Damien was going to feel about that. After a moment, I decided it was time to view the upstairs. Our belongings were sitting in the front doorway now as Damien talked with the chauffeur outside.
"Sparrow, could you bring the bags upstairs? I'm going to be a couple of minutes," He asked as he walked to the car with the chauffeur.
My body tensed at the gentle sound of his voice; Damien had been acting sincerely with me recently. I wanted to know why, but now wasn't the time as he drove off. I made sure the doors were shut and the all the luggage was inside. There was more of the townhome I wanted to explore before I unpacked. Damien was going to have to live with it. I smiled at the thought as I slowly guided myself to the second floor. There were only two bedrooms upstairs. One of them was already claimed by Amy, which to my surprise- it wasn't the master bedroom. I raised a brow as I opened the double doors to the master.
I instantly noticed the king sized bed and exquisite comforter, with all the designer pillows I could imagine. It never made since to me why it was trendy to spend hundreds on pillows that you wouldn't sleep with, but I wasn't going to argue. I walked into the bathroom, which was about the size of my bedroom when I lived with my mother. Everything was marble, from the floors, to the tile in the walk-in shower and ridiculously large bathtub. There were double sinks, and to the left of them was the walk in closet.
"This is definitely not anything like the mansion," I muttered to myself
I walked back into the bedroom and looked at the cityscape once more. There was one more floor, as I left the room and walked up one more flight of stairs to a loft. It was very quaint with a grand piano in the center and a wall of books. There were various chairs throughout the area; Damien would like it in here. The south wall was all windows, overlooking another fantastic view of the city. I felt like I was a part of the world again, like I belonged here.
Damien met me back in the bedroom, his eyes filled with concern as I unpacked the few things I was able to bring with me. I had brought the luggage to the bedroom like he had asked, but he seemed unsatisfied. I couldn't help but ask him what was wrong.
He sighed, "I don't like this place at all. It's too contemporary for my taste. No room for servants, no room for dinner parties. I mean there isn't even a dining room."
"You don't need servants; I can cook and clean for the both of us. There's an empty room right off the staircase off the first floor, we can turn that into a formal dining room if you'd like."
Damien smirked, "You're already getting ideas for this place?"
"I like it the way it is now," I sighed, "I love the kitchen and the loft."
"Yes, I surprisingly like both of those as well."
I blushed, "Where are you.. Um.. Staying?"
"In here? I assumed you would have figured that out by now."
"Whoa, I may have admitted to being in love with you but now I think you're taking it too far!" I exclaimed, trying to hide my embarrassment to his response.
"We are supposed to be a newly-wed couple. It's on our identification, and I will not take any risks with you anymore," He growled as he cornered me to the wall.
"Damien, I don't know what happened that turned you into Mr. Nice Demon but I don't want to pretend with you! When I said I loved you- I meant it! I was willing to sacrifice myself so you could be happy with!"
He covered my mouth, "Who? With Emmeline? Well let me explain something to you Sparrow. You did sacrifice yourself! You cast this ridiculous spell that switched your soul with Emmeline's soul and left me a fucking suicide note! You actually thought I was going to be happy with that vile woman? She's the fucking reason I am who I am now!"
"I did all that?"
"Yes, you stupid girl!"
I blushed trying to ignore the fact that I was pleased to hear him say that about the woman he used to be in love with. It wasn't going to make him love me but I found myself wrapping my arms around his waist which caused Damien to gasp. I decided to ignore his reaction and waited for him to push me off of him. This time he didn't seem to want to, maybe he wanted me to embrace him? His arms soon wrapped around me as he pressed his lips to my forehead. This was awfully close for Damien to act towards me. I looked up to see if he was alright, but his expression was hard to decode.
He frowned, "I was worried I'd never see you again."
"I didn't know how much you cared about me," I said, pulling away.
He sighed, "Yeah, me either."
After a few more moments passed, I broke completely away from him. He ordered me to unpack the little clothes I brought and join him downstairs for supper. I couldn't help but think that he may be feeling the same way I was feeling when we held each other, like he also wanted more to happen. However, it brought me to the conclusion.
Maybe Damien was falling for me?