Deadly Magic

My Magic

"You are magic. You are a Fae. If I were to translate your middle and last name to Latin it means 'faerie child'."

"So what can I do? I mean, obviously you can visit people in their dreams. As far as I know I can make dreams a reality."

"Wait. What do you mean? Like literal dreams or anything you think of? How did you find out?"

"I guess it's anything I can think of. I was day dreaming and I was looking at my ceiling and my day dream was just there. I haven't tried to extend it further like making it real."

"That's amazing. Oh, we should try that and we can train together." He sounded like an excited little kid.

"Well, I'm guessing you've known about this for at least 2 years, so what else can you do?"

He lays back on the blanket and I roll off of him and face him. He sighs. "Everything I can do is dark, twisted, and cruel."

"Why? You're not dark, twisted, or cruel. You're sweet an-"

"I'm a demon. It's in our nature. We get what we are not what we want to be. That's why we have to have Faeries as our lovers. Otherwise we'd go insane.

"There are always those occasional demons who fall in love with each other. They slowly fall into insanity and they'll either commit suicide together, or get into an argument and kill each other."

I hear the sadness in his voice the pain. I suddenly see why demons go insane. They see lots of pain, despair, and destruction. So much so, that they can't always handle it.

I sit up on my elbow and place my hands on his face. He turns his head to look at me. "I will never let that happen. Ever. I refuse to lose you to something so small." I kiss him softly, gently, as if he might break.

He wraps his arms around me and when I pull away I see he's crying. Not sobbing just little tears running down his face. I kiss them away and he smiles. I lay my head on his chest and stay quiet hoping that the smile stays on his face.

"I love you," he says to me and my whole world brightens.

"I love you too." His steady, strong heart beat starts to lull me to sleep. Before it does, I yawn and whisper, "You mean the world to me." Darkness overcomes me and nothing registers but the beating of his heart.