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"Forever?"
"Yes," he says through clenched teeth.
"You'll never bother us?"
He shakes his head, standing taller. "Never."
"Okay. I'll do it then. I'll show him what I am. He'll accept all of me the way I have him. I know he will." Albert has only ever seen me in my human form. Showing him what I truly look like has been against the rules. We are only able to go to earth appearing as human; otherwise, I'd have had a better chance at convincing him of what I really am before.
"You're so sure?" His red lips form into a smirk.
"Yes. More than anything." Albert said he loved me and that he always will.
"Nothing can ever tear us apart and keep me from wanting you,"he whispered to me as we lay in bed this morning.
"I'll return you to him exactly as you are, but before I do, know that if he rejects you, you'll spend your life alone in a dark hole underground until the blood of your fated mate frees you."
Before I can respond, my view goes from red walls and gold tile floors to a warm living room with a familiar blue couch. I'm back in Albert's house. Candles are lit and the fireplace is on. I take a deep breath, run a hand down the center of my naked black flesh, and walk toward the sweet humming sound coming from the kitchen. Our love is strong and can overcome anything. My father's wrong. He doesn't know Albert like I do.
"Is someone there?" Albert calls out as he places yellow roses into a vase, not bothering to look behind him.
"It's me."
"Rorian?" I can hear the smile in his voice, the happy tune making my heart beat faster.
"Yeah. I've returned. For good."
He bounces where he stands, slowly turning around, and his smile quickly fades the moment his eyes land on me. “What… what's going on? Why do you look like that? Is this some sort of costume?”
"No. This is the real me.” My tail stretches out to rub against his thigh. “Remember when I told you I was a demon from hell and my father was the devil's brother?"
His eyes bulge and he steps back, hitting the counter. "What happened to you? What— You're not my Rorian."
"I am. I promise I am. Listen to my voice. I was here only this morning, telling you how I wanted to show you what it was like to walk on fire someday. And I can now. We can do whatever we want and we'll always be together."
His face pales. “You… you were telling the truth. I thought we were playing a game. This whole time you’ve really been… No, demons aren't real. You can't be real. Did I hit my head? Am I dreaming?”
"No, baby. This is real. I'm real. I know this will take time to adjust to and all this information is probably coming at you fast but—"
"If I really am awake and you are…" He swallows hard. "Are you… Then you're a…" He sucks in a breath. "A monster, and monsters only exist in nightmares."
My heart aches. My father said he'd call me that. It doesn’t matter if others see me as a monster, but hearing the word from Albert hurts. Like sharp daggers to my heart. "No. I'm the same Rorian you fell in love with. You know I'd never hurt you. I normally have to change into human form to be here but this is how I was born, and the only way I could return is if—"
"This is all wrong. You can't be who you say you are."
"What?"
"Look at you. You're not my Rorian. You can't be. Make yourself human. Show me the you I know."
I reach for him and he shakes me off, disgust evident in his expression. "I need proof of who you say you are. If you can easily change forms when you normally come to see me, then do it now,” he demands.
"I—" My words catch in my throat as I stare down at my rough textured skin, my long tail wrapping around my trembling body, the tip flaming with fire. It happens when I’m overwhelmed with emotion, whether it be excitement, sadness, or worry. "I can't. I have to stay this way forever if I want to be here with you. It's one of my father's conditions."
Slowly inching toward me, his bottom lip trembles as he reaches to touch my face. Smiling, I place a hand on his. "It's me, Alby."
"Rorian," he rasps, looping our fingers together as he steps closer.
"Yes," I say, freezing in place when a strong copper scent hits my nose. Alluring and stirring up a new hunger, blood rises from a small prick on his finger from the thorns on the roses.
