DoomPet

Chapter 55

Crüe jolted awake scrambling away from everything that touched him, panic took him over, where was he? His stomach twisted and he finally came too as he vomited into the bathroom toilet.

He moaned and pressed his head against the floor. A hangover was throbbing against his skull, but that didn't explain his weird dream- or rather, memory. He thought it was burned away with his skin when he was transformed, but... it was still there. He wondered what else was floating around his brain.

He found it interesting he remembered his last name Umbra. Such a random, rather unimportant fact. Yet, it made him extremely sad. What if he would have gone back to his mom? What if he ran right into her arms, instead of going down the path he went? Crüe Umbra... it sounded nice.

He remembered how his older sisters and younger siblings peered around the corner, wondering why there was so much screaming. Nausea came back over him and he crawled into the shower, turned on the cold water, and laid down.

Thoughts of his family had never crossed his mind before. Except for vehement hatred for his mother, but now it seemed like his mother was flawed albeit good. It was his father that was evil.

Why did he run? Why did he leave? Why did his mother say that?

Suddenly, the door was whipped open and the Slayer ran inside, "Crüe are you ok? I heard the shower turn on."

The demon nodded, "I'm fine just feeling a little sick. The shower feels nice." Crüe smiled up at him.

"God you scared the shit out of me Crüe." The Slayer sat down outside the shower starting through the glass. "Are you sure you're ok?"

With a little nod, Crüe tried to convince him he was fine, "Just a bad dream and a hangover."

"Sometimes a dude in my battalion had bad dreams after he drank. Maybe you have something like that."

He stared at his clawed hands, watching water flow in rivulets down his skin. That's why he ran, to become something greater than just a sentinel. "I love you."

The Slayer took off his clothes and left them in a crumpled pile as he stepped inside the shower. He turned the water to a much nicer, warmer temperature and sat down, stroking the demon's side with his caring fingers. "I love you too, Crüe."

He winced at his name being spoken. Crüe, the name that was a testament for a failed, abusive marriage. Would he even be a good marriage partner? He had been thinking so much about marrying the Slayer, but now he doubted himself.

"I can tell something is wrong. You look extra sad."

"It was a bad dream about my family." He admitted with a sigh.

"Oh I see." The Slayer leaned down and buried his head in the crook of his neck, whispering, "Are you gonna be ok?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." He rolled over to face the Slayer, "I thought the first time we'd get in a shower together would be a lot sexier than this." The demon couldn't even bare the mere thought of seeing a penis now in his condition.

The Slayer snorted, "We have a tendency to do the unexpected, don't we?" He patted the demon's arm, "But are you sure you don't wanna talk?"

He leaned back down, listening to the sound of the drain near his head drink down the fallen water. His face scrunched up and he slowly started crying, "I remembered the moment I ran from my family. My mom and dad were yelling and my siblings were watching," a violent sob shook him and he took a long minute to collect himself again, "I remembered my last name and I miss them Slayer, I miss my family so much." He continued on but it was so lost in hiccups and the little half formed choking noises made when someone is in the depths of despair.