“Does that mean I’m a demon?” Ryan asks, I almost laugh as I watch him rake a hand through his hair, expecting to find horns.
“No, and that’s what I wanted to talk about.”
“Okay?”
“I’ve stayed away because of what I am and the fact you are human. The idea of getting to know you has always seemed so inconceivable to me. That my life span is nearly endless, and yours is so short.”
He downs the rest of his whiskey. “You’re saying you stayed away because you didn’t want to watch me die?”
“Precisely,” I reply, happy that he’s getting the gist of it.
“Did my mom know what you are?”
I grimace, not wanting to throw the woman under the bus. “It’s complicated.”
He sighs, pouring himself another glass. “This is a lot to take in. This whole night is a lot to take in.”
“I can understand that.” I pull out my phone, hoping that Blair texted me. No luck.
“What about Blair? She’s human,” Ryan says. I give him a look that shows he’s being naïve. “You know what? That tracks. There was always something off about her.”
“There’s nothing wrong with her,” I say defensively.
“You really like her?”
“I do,” I reply.
“More than you like me.”
“No, it’s so completely different. It’s probably selfish to ask you to be okay with it, but I’m going to ask.”
“And if I say no?” Ryan asks.
“I don’t think I can stay away from her. It goes beyond feelings and attraction.”
“It’s some demon thing?” he asks, grimacing.
“Something like that. I’d understand if you want nothing to do with me, Ryan. I know I deserve it, and I know me being with Blair just confuses things further. But I want you to know that I do care about you. As much as I have the capacity to. I would like to spend more time with you, but if that isn’t something you want, I would understand. There’s no rule book on how to be a parent as a demon. I’ve done a shit job so far, but I’d like to change that.”
“I really need time to process all of this,” Ryan says, clearly directing me to leave his house.
“Thank you for hearing me out,” I tell him, and he nods his head, not saying anything else as he leads me through his front door. He shuts it gently, and I let out the breath that I was holding. It wasn’t easy, but it felt like the weight I had been carrying around with me for so long has finally been lifted off my chest.
Now I need to go find Blair and have a very different conversation with my cunning little witch.
Damn, this vessel feels perfect. It’s finally my perfect match. My happiness is short-lived as I watch the red head try to escape the house. It seems my vessel’s magic is dormant. No matter, mine is not. I quickly chase the redhead, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her to the basement. We nearly trip over the body of the vessel I just left. I tried to be gentle in the way I left her, but I was just too excited. Plus Blair didn’t really care for her, so I took care of the problem for her.
“Blair, what the fuck did you do?”
I don’t answer her, seeing as I’m not Blair and the idiot was there witnessing the whole thing.
“I could still kill you, you know?” I tell her. Really, I don’t enjoy killing, well, most of the time. I’ve tried to leave my vessels intact. While I knew that Josie would die, eventually, I figured she deserved it. She was going to sacrifice her own daughter for crying out loud. Then there were, of course, a few unfortunate souls along the way who were trying to stop me, so they had to go. But overall, the process of killing is messy and unwarranted in most cases. Look how I kept the blonde male demon alive. While he was mostly a science experiment, I didn’t really want him to die. He is quite funny, and I have hopes that we can be friends now that I’m in a form that can hold my power.
I wouldn’t have wanted to have a male vessel permanently anyway. I did it twice, and it was fun to have a penis for a few weeks, but after that, I could go without. Being a woman is so much more enjoyable. The softness of the female figure is so much more profound and captivating. It probably has something to do with having had a female human form for so many years before I couldn’t be contained in it any longer. Let’s not forget about our capacity for multiple orgasms.
I’ve spent so much time trying to figure out why Blair was blessed and I wasn’t. Am I not lovable enough? Did he not care about me because I wasn’t half a witch? Can I even trust that the information Beelzebub gave me is accurate?
Never the matter, now I’m Blair, and I will be loved.
