A Demon Made Me Do It
to. I’m not a
natural conquest for him, for his demonic urges of seduction and
procreation only extend to Sapie women. Something I am not . So whatever
instinctual desires drive him, the way he flirts and plays with me
is caused by something else entirely.
    But as much as I love Bones, deep down
I know it’ll never work for us to be anything but friends. Best
friends. Nothing more. So he hits on me, and I pretend to hate it.
It’s our way.
    “ Who’s the new guy?” I nod
my head toward the corner, hoping I sound nonchalant. Bones is also
the jealous type.
    Summoned by patrons at the end of the
bar, Cody leaves, so it’s Bones who answers.
    “ Can’t say. He’s passed by
me several times; his scent is all right. He’s half Sapie, like
you. Not sure what type of demon he is. Got a few different reads
but none that caused any concern. Why do you ask?” He suddenly
sounds wary.
    “ No reason.” I shrug and
casually sip my drink. “Just wondering if we had another vampire in
town, is all. You know how I loooove the blood-suckers.” I pretend
to swoon.
    “ Yeah, I know you love
killing them,” Bones smirks.
    “ I don’t love killing
them,” I protest. “It was just that one group three years ago. They
were feeding on children…what was I supposed to do?”
    Bones holds up his hand cutting me
off. “I know, I know, just teasing. Jeez, you’ve been so testy
lately. So high-strung.” He begins massaging my shoulders; the
warmth of his touch radiates down to my bones. Just as I’m feeling
some of my tension release under his magic touch, he totally ruins
it. “Ever since the Amazèa came back. It’s like you’ve let yourself
go completely crazy …”
    His words pour fuel to my already
inflamed nerves. Jerking away, I jump to my feet, knocking over my
glass of whiskey in the process.
    “ Shut up . I don’t want to hear it from you.
They are not here now and I have to live with that fact. But
they will come
back. And when they do, I will kill them in the same sick and evil
way that they killed Kayla and Michael. And I will laugh, like they
laughed. And nobody is going to stop me. Not even you. And I don’t want to hear
another word about it, got it?” Angrily grabbing what is left of
his drink, I quickly down it before storming away.
    I know Bones is right
behind me, and as soon as I reach the door I start running as fast
as possible. But if there’s one creature who can keep pace with my
two legs, it’s Bones when he has four. As I streak through the
forest—the trees and shrubbery nothing more than a passing haze of
green—I glare at the enormous black hound beside me. But I can’t
feel angry with him. He isn’t trying to stop me. He isn’t trying to
talk to me. He’s just being with me. And something about that makes me feel
safe.
    Together we sprint through miles of
thick forest, though a Portal taking us back to Sapie land. Safe
under the cover of darkness, we fly along abandoned back roads and
trails, over streams, and up hills. We sail over fences and cut
across farms, together, racing as a silent blur.
    It’s not until we reach the furthest
outskirts of town that I ease my pace, and transition into a walk.
Bones slows down beside me, still in his canine form. Finally,
unable to hold it in anymore, I collapse with my face in my hands
and cry.
    No matter how fast or far I run, I’m
never able to escape the nightmare that continually haunts me. I
can’t outrun the feelings of anger, hopelessness and regret that
plague my mind. I can’t hide from the shameful disgust that eats me
up inside
    It’s all my
fault…everything that happened to Michael, Kayla, me and Liora…it’s
all because of me…because I was weak. Because I was afraid.
    Bones rests his head on my lap
lovingly as I sob into my hands. Then he pulls away. A moment later
he sits beside me, his naked body now that of a man. When he wraps
his muscular arms around me, I weep freely on his shoulder. His
skin is as soft as

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