Demon

I sat alone in my cottage, the one place where I was happy, my safe place and all I could think of were the memories that filled this place. Every room held the memory of his scent, the way it felt to have him in my undead life. I couldn't help but smile and set out in search of the snapshot I kept hidden in my desk. Pulling it out, I held it in my hands, letting a nail trace the outline of his smile.

We both looked happy in that one stolen moment that belonged only to us. Everything in me begged to see him again, to feel the warmth of his touch. I paced the living room, not sure that I should, but knowing that no matter what happened, I wanted to see him.

So many things had changed, hell I'd changed and my greatest fear was that he'd not like the new Sun. Shaking off the doubt, I opened myself fully and called to him. Before I knew what was happening, there was a knock at my door. I raced for the door, throwing it open and found myself staring into the eyes of someone I thought long gone from my undead life.

In a matter of seconds, every single thing in my undeath made sense again. I pushed the nagging little voice that warned me to be careful aside and just let myself feel. Something I hadn't done in far too long.

So many things needed to be said, but all I could think of was being in his arms and that's just where I ended up.

It felt so familiar and yet as if it was a whole new beginning at the same time. I don't have a clue what the future holds, hell I don't know what the next five minutes holds for us, but I do know that I have to give myself the chance to find out.

I'd rather have five minutes of complete happiness with him, than an eternity of wondering what if. And if it all goes horribly wrong, then I'll have the memory of being happy with him. But if it somehow works out, then I just may get the whole damn fairy tale.