Her

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It was bright. Too bright. I don't remember anything or anywhere this bright, Then again I don't remember much.
Then my vision cleared.
I was locked in a cage, like an animal. I tried to move, but I find I can't. I reach up to feel what has stopped me from moving.
Horns.
Long, horns.

Long, ribbed, horns.
What am I?
I cannot be from this world.
Humans move in front of my cage.
I snarl and bare my long teeth at them.
But instead of jumping back from my cage in fright, like I thought they would, they put their heads down and started writing on a board of some sort. One talks into a small oblong shaped box.
"Subject displays hostility," He says.
Damn right I do.
"Subject seems too big for cage,"
What?! Did he just call me fat?!
Roaring at them, I tear the bars from the cage. Stepping out, I rise to my full height.
"Subjects cage was too weak to contain it." the man squeaked.
I grab the nearest human and rip it apart.
"I. Am. Not. An. It." Stupid, little humans.
One of the humans runs from the room screeching "It speaks! It speaks!"
"I. Am. Not. An. It. I am her. I am female." I grab the next nearest human and tear it's head off. The third, I squeeze. "Where is the exit?"
"I show you," it says.
"You better, or your fate will be like your companions," I put it down. "Now show me how to get out of here,"
It walks out the room, I follow.
After a few twists and turns a door of glass appears in front of us, bright Moonlight pours inside.
"You may go now, just one last thing," It's eyeing open wide and stare terrified at me. It trembles. "Delete all the information. If you don't, I'll come back for you."


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The streets are all deserted. I head down, what I think to be the main street. I stop, for I see a tall shape with long ebony horns. It looks my way, its skin is caught in the light of a streetlamp, I see its skin isn't skin at all.
It scales.
Crimson Scales.
Like mine.
It starts heading my way.
Closer and closer it gets.
It stops a street light away, giving me a good look.
It's not an It.
It's her.
A female.
A female demon.
Like me.
I'm not alone anymore.
She glares at me.
"You."
In a flash, she's in front of me and has her hand around my throat.
Her hold tightens.
"Where have you been?"
Her hand drops as she hugs me.
"Where have you been?" she repeats.
Huh? She must have the wrong demon.
She holds me out at arm's length and looks at me with her piercing golden eyes.
"Ebony?"
Nope. She knows me.
A flash of white jolts me.
"Alice,"
Tears roll down her crimson face.
"You do remember me," she pulls me into a tight embrace. "I thought your father wiped me from your mind,"
"What? I barely remember you"
She lets go of me and her eyes drop to the ground.
"So he did. What do you remember?"
"Darkness. A whole lot of nothing. And now, you," she smiles "You. your face in the morning. You seemed to be the light in my life."
"You were mine," She looks me in the eyes. The sunrise behind us catches her eyes. Next thing I know, her lips are on mine, her hands on my lower back press me against her. The feeling is so warm, so familiar. It triggers more memories, whole memories.
The way her hair fell around her face in the mornings.
The way she would wake me up every morning with a kiss.
The way her golden locks would catch the rays of sunlight.
The way she said my name.
How cute she was when she got angry.
How she always knew how I was feeling
How her hair turned a dark brown when wet.
Her.
Just her.
The sound of her laugh was my everything.
She was my everything.
My world.
She still is.
My father couldn't destroy our love with amnesia nor anything.
She breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavy.
"I remember you. Us. Nothing more," She smiles at that. "I love you,"
"I love you too, Ebony."
"Not even the devil can shatter our love."
"Not even the devil can shatter our love," I repeat.
She slips her hand in mine and we disappear from sight.

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Humans fill the street to welcome the newcomers. Two beautiful lovers. One with long ebony coloured hair, the other with hair like spun gold. As they look up at their new home one slips her hand into the others as they walk into the house.


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