The Devil Child

Hugo

           I felt my demon side coming out. I couldn't hold it, contain it. I held her limp body in my arms, my hands still wrapped around her throat. One of my claws pricked her neck, and a drop of blood trickled down her collarbone. . I dropped her on the ground, realizing I may have killed her. I shook her, yelled her name, did all I could to get her to wake up. If I killed her, I may just die myself. I am such a dunce!

"Quinn! Get up! Please? I beg you to get up. I love you. I lied about it all," I broke down to tears. She stirred slightly. She uttered out an awkward noise, a noise that seems like a sound of discomfort. Like she was waking up. I lifted her up and whispered her name .She breathed deeply. She seemed alive, so I carried her to a couch so I could let her sleep. Then I left the room. I paced quickly. I did NOT want to wipe her memory again. I had to do something to set it straight. Make her think it was an act? No. Knocking her out would not be a good act. Make her think it was an accident? Nah, getting mad is no accident. Tell her my body was taken over by a demon? Definitely NOT. She is basically a demon herself! No excuses. No getting out of it. No possible way.