Saved By Demons

Chapter 39

Emily had been with Sal and Manny for almost six months now. She had finally gotten to the point where she was comfortable sleeping alone. Not that she ever wanted to, she would much rather sleep wrapped in the arms of one of demonic lovers. But it seemed not even their comforting presence could keep the nightmares away.

"Hey, hey, hey," Sal grabbed Emily and pulled her into his lap, "you are safe. Breath with me."

"Deep breath in."

"Now out."

"One more time, breathe in."

"Now out."

"Good job."

Emily sat there being smoothed by Sal's fingers running through her hair, softly scratching her scalp. She placed her head on his neck, breathing in his soothing scent.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Just memories."

Manny placed a mug in her hands, "Chamomile tea, drink, you can tell us after."

She slowly drank the tea while she gathered her thoughts. She had an idea of what she wanted to say but she could not seem to find the words needed to say it. The boys seemed to understand and kept quiet giving her the time she needed.

"I know I am not around them anymore, and that I don't have to worry about hearing them say things or doing those things to me anymore, but a part of me is still scared of it happening again." The tears she had been holding back finally broke free as she continued. "The spell I used was my last effort at freedom. If that had failed, I was planning on killing myself." She felt Sal's arms tighten protectively around her as she continued. "It would not have been my first time contemplating or even wanting to welcome death. When I was thirteen, during one of their drunken nights they had heard me say that I wanted to die. My father grabbed my arm and drug me to the living room and I watched him as he loaded a shotgun and then handed it to me. He told me that if I wanted to die so badly, to go ahead and pull the trigger. I couldn't bring myself to go through with it."

"When he realized I wasn't going to, he told me 'When you were a baby, everyone told us that we should have given you up for adoption. We should have done it, it would have saved us a lot of grief. But just know, nobody would have wanted you, you are useless. The only thing good about you is that tight ass, but you can't even use that correctly.' I often wondered if I would have been better off if someone had raised me. The only good thing about being raised there, is that it brought me to you two in the end."

"You are not useless. You are strong, beautiful and powerful. Not every human can access magic like you. Yes, it brought us to you in the end, but we would have eventually found you. Our souls are bonded, we might not have been able to find you at that time, but once you became an adult and came into your full powers, we would have been reunited. We would have made sure of it. We have found you in every life, and we will continue to do so." Manny told her.

"Promise us that that will never cross your mind again." Sal demanded as his arms tightened even more around her.

She yelped, "Too tight," she felt him loosen his arms just a little bit. "I promise I will not do that."

"Wrong answer." Manny said. "That is not good enough."

"I said for you to promise not to even think about it."

"Fine, I Emily, promise not to even think about ending my own life. Happy?"

"Yes."

"Better," Sal realized exactly what she promised, or exactly what she did not promise. He would let it go for now, but planned on exacting another vow. But for now he wanted to make sure she was back to her happy loving self.

"Now," he said, picking her up princess style, and made his way out the door "we are going to the kitchen, make you whatever you want, then we are going to.."

"Blueberry pancakes?"

"Blueberry pancakes sound delicious." He sat her on the counter and kissed her.

"Thank you."

"Why are you saying thank you?"

"Because you guys know exactly what to do to cheer me up and get my mind off the past."

"What kind of soulmates would we be if we did not love you, protect you and cheer you up every time you needed it?"

"Ummm..." she thought for a moment, "A normal one?"

"Was that a question or statement?"

"A statement?"

They both looked at her with expressions that said 'really woman? You are making our point for us'.

"Okay, look here, you have to remember that we are not normal soulmates. We are not the good guys, we are demons. We would not sacrifice you to save the greater good of humanity, or the demon race. We would sacrifice thousands, and murder millions more for even the chance to see you smile."