Some original characters added. Canon characters created by David Seltzer and Joseph Howard for the novelizations and also Seltzer for the screenplay of The Omen. Plus Harvey Bernhard, Stanley Mann, Mike Hodges, for the D: OII script. I own nothing.

This was meant to be when Damien and Mark decided to sneak with their girlfriends to one of the Vanessa's parents properties for a weekend getaway. Changed to fix grammar and other minor issues.

A Fight Between Brothers

Originally written in July 2001

Vanessa nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw Damien standing in front of her in the kitchen. Her whole body started to shake he was a menacing figure. She put the glass water pitcher back in the refrigerator. She knew he wasn't going to let her leave the room and go back to the safety of Mark's arms that easily.

"Would you please move, Damien?"

They were eye to eye, his eyes were so dark and brooding like they never knew what real love was. Were these the same eyes that Suzanne looked into and told her that they loved each other? You can't turn your emotions on and off like a water faucet. They're always there. If you have a good soul you can tell. If you are evil you can also tell. You can't fake it. She thought about turning around going out the back kitchen door and re enter through the front but why should she make it easier for Damien Thorn? If he had a problem then let him tell her what it was.

"Listen to me," he began softly his voice had the ability to rise even when whispering, "I do not like you talking about me. You must think I'm stupid to not hear what you say about me to Mark." He grabbed her wrist with quick force. He was stronger than most men let alone most boys his age.

"Let go," Vanessa pleaded, thinking to herself if he just let go she wouldn't tell Mark about this incident.

"No. Not until you learn to keep your big mouth shut." The gauntlet was thrown and Vanessa was not about to not tell Damien what she really thought of him.

"Damien, I fucking hate your guts!"

With the hand that wasn't savaging her wrist he slapped her across the face for that. He didn't have a ring on so the trickle of blood that flowed down it was unexplainable.

"LET ME GO!"

It was as if a shroud of silence was hung over Suzanne and Mark in their rooms as they didn't hear any of this.

"NO. Are you going to stop talking about me? You know I could kill you right now and it'd serve you right. This is a warning, you better stop nosing into my business or else."

He let go of her wrist and the motion bounced her off the wall as if she were a rubber ball.

Later in the morning

"Good morning, Suzanne. Where's your other half?" Mark was trying to be good and attempt to cook breakfast, but he wasn't having much luck.

"I just woke up, I haven't seen Damien yet. I thought he was in here with you."

"Damien cook? Ha ha ha ha! Don't get me wrong he can do it. He got an 'A' when they made us boys take cooking when you girls had do some stereotypical man's work, but put that in real life practice? No way."

"No offense, Mark, but I don't think eggs are supposed to be that color." Suzanne laughed.

Mark thought it would better for all concerned and so did Suzanne if she cooked breakfast for everyone instead. He heard Damien in his room getting dressed. He went to see if Vanessa was in their room. She wasn't there when he woke up either.

Vanessa thought she could be strong for Mark, she thought she could hide it, lie-say she fell, but when she Mark standing there she just broke down and fell into his arms. The first thing he noticed was the slash on her face and her red wrist, which felt like a small brush burn.

"DID DAMIEN DO THIS TO YOU?"

It didn't take long for Mark to lose his temper. How dare he! Damien went too far this time and Mark was not about to let him get away with this.

Vanessa cried nervously. "Mark, no, please, please, don't. Let's just go home now. Okay? Please don't."

"He's NOT getting away with this."

"No, please, Mark. He said he could kill me..."

Vanessa whispered the last part. She was also very afraid that Damien would kill Mark as well.

"Damien," Mark called out softly.

"In the kitchen." He replied just as quiet.

Mark didn't want to do this in front of Suzanne, he knew he would look like a bastard to her for what he was about to do.

"Stand up."

"Why?"

"I have a surprise for you."

The little bitch Vanessa told Mark. Damien could feel it. He managed to punch Mark first in the stomach, knocking the wind right out of him, before he could get to him first. That infuriated Mark and he punched Damien in the face. Anything to make him look NOT perfect.

Vanessa stood in the doorway.

Suzanne saw Vanessa's bloody cheek and burning wrist. No. Damien couldn't have done that. And if he did he did do it was probably an accident. This was not the Damien Thorn she knew.

"Come on, help me," Suzanne said to Vanessa

"NO! I hope Mark fucking kills him. If you want to stop them you get between them!"

The real truth of the matter was that Damien could have easily killed every single one of them. He also knew it was not the time. As he and Mark thrashed on the floor beating the shit out of each other.

Before Suzanne could react to Vanessa they were surrounded like the police that come out of nowhere to raid a house for potential drugs or to take innocent children back to communist countries in the middle of the night. It wasn't the police that would've been easier in a lot of respects. It was her parents, Vanessa's parents, and Ann and Richard Thorn. How in the hell was this happening? Who told? No one saw them. Richard and Suzanne's father got between Mark and Damien to break up the fight. (Only Ann Thorn smiled on the inside, of course.) Everyone there was grounded and would be punished.

"Why are you making sure that HE'S ALL RIGHT, MOM? Didn't you hear a word I said? It's pretty obvious that you favor Damien over me. He threatened to kill Vanessa. Look what he did to her!"

"Richard, will you please take care of *your* son, he's not speaking clearly."

Ann smoothed the hair out of Damien's eyes whose breathing was starting to return back to normal.

"DAD! I AM SPEAKING CLEARLY!"

("And what made you think that you could be a little whore?" Was what Suzanne got in the car from her father.)

The mothers minus Ann were too scared to talk. They all came from the "Let the men handle it" school. Even Vanessa's father didn't confront Damien over what he did to his daughter. The parents gave everyone under 18 ten minutes to pack their bags and Vanessa's mother made sure that no one touched her object d'art and other material things.

Vanessa hugged Mark tight. They knew they wouldn't be able to do this for a while.

"Are you all right?" She asked. Mark and Damien were both black and blue.

"Yeah, I'm fine," He lied, "I'm concerned about you, baby."

"I'll be okay."

They didn't know how they were going to survive their punishment and being apart from each other.

Damien and Mark were to be separated for a few months. Sgt. Neff volunteered to let Damien stay with him. It was the *least* he could do. The school had to rearrange their schedules so they wouldn't be in the same classes. They weren't allowed to come home during the two months groundation period. Mark was barred from the band and had to turn in his bugle, which really didn't bother him. He hated being apart from Vanessa but quite enjoyed the break from Damien. Vanessa's parents sent her back to her New York school for the "stunt" that "she pulled". They couldn't even write letters to each other. Mark was certain Damien got to go home under the guise of being with "Mom". Damien didn't lose any of his activity privileges which pissed Mark off to end. The official excuse was that he was the "star" of each club he was in and the school could lose a lot of donations if Damien wasn't there to participate.

Suzanne's parents forbid her to see Damien. She could only go to school and back home again. No more living in the girls hall, after begging her parents to let her so she could interact with other girls. It was back home to empty walls and hearing parents fight.

END

Author's Note: That's where I ended this in July of 2001