Man's Best Friend. Scratch That - Love

I woke up at the stroke of midnight.
Beside me laid the warm body of Gregg. My boyfriend of 2 years and 9 months, staying with me for year and 9 months.
His arms were wrapped tight around me. I was his doll still practically. I squirmed. He tightened his arms and pulled me to him waking up.
I cringed. And laid against him. He kissed me hard. It hurt my lips.
He started grabbing me again. I wanted to cry. But I didn't. Only on the inside.
Being with Gregg taught me how to hold in everything. It's been like this for 3 months straight now. And counting.
I thought in my head. Deep thoughts; I love him..I have to stop the drinking. It's going too far. If he hurts me again. I may lose my control over it..

We fell back to sleep in a twisted mess. The sad thing is, he's an alcoholic and he's only the young age of 19. And I am one thousand seven hundred and nineteen years old. And he knows this.
I am not a girl if that is what you are thinking. I am a boy. And we aren't straight, we're gay. Yes. I am a demon, and the son of Aphrodite. The one no one ever heard of.
I held him in my arms as we slept. I dreamt the most beautiful of all things. That he put down the vodka.
The morning came and he was as hung over as ever. I propped him on his side, got him water, a bucket, and comforted his sickly body.
"Sam. Sam honnnneey. G-Ge-Gehtt mie some vahdka, vodka!"
"No. You've had enough."
"Please, your hurting me."
"Maybe I need to hurt you more" And I kissed him.
He drifted in and out of sleep till 4 in the afternoon.

He was beautiful when he slept. His skin was becoming extremely pale, but his lime green eyes showed the slightest signs of life still. All 6'2" of him crumbled up on my giant bed, I took care of Gregg.
When he got up he laid in my lap and I kissed him and stroked his dark, very dark black hair. It went slightly past his chin, but never too long. I gave him anything he wanted. Haircuts, money, items, everything. I had money to spend. Spend for him. But there was one restriction. The depressants. Drugs, booze, cigs. That sort. Cutting.
I went to work 1 week of 52 each year, and spent all of my days with Gregg.
Today it stormed. Thunder storms, flooding. We looked out the wall of glass window. It was beautiful. The rain fell hard and each drop had a sound the first time it hit a surface. It made him so happy, the rain, me, holding him. He smiled and I could hear his heartbeat splatter nervously all over the place. I loved it. All of it. I love him.

"I'm gonn quit the drinking Sammy." He said staring at the rain falling.
"Really?I knew you would!" I was practically ALIVE again.
"The rain makes me realize that for every drop that falls, hits the ground, makes a beautiful sound, is how I make you feel inside. Hurt and rainy, and your tears and whines are like the thunderstorm. Sadness found in the most beautiful person, happiness in misery. And I love you. So you are no going to cry and watch me kill myself drinkin' anymore. I promise Sammy, I promise you I'm going clean. Starting today."
There wasn't words for what I felt in this happy moment. I could only smile and let my eyes change to the color of happiness. Happiness seen in your eyes, the most beautiful color. Like a rainbow.

We sat watching the rain and kissing. At sundown I made him dinner and even ate with him, then went back to the loveseat facing the windows. And he turned to me kissing me.
He kissed me deep. We'd never went to even 2nd base, as I did not know if he wanted this.
I kissed him back and the emotions flow through our lips. Back and forth, and binding. He slipped his tongue in my mouth, and I made a better entrance. He pulled me on the bed and lead the way, for I spare you many of the details.
Since I enjoyed the night, I laid awake holding him while he slept.
In the morning light I watched him wake, Gregg's green eyes opened gracefully. We decided to go outside today. His headache was faint, and I was wanting to take him out for his spree. Spoiled he was <3.

He dressed slowly, still slightly tired as I chose a special one of our cars from the mansions garage. I was ready to go and I made sure he had space to lay down and nap. I picked a limo.
We drove out of our castle-mansion on the side of England, and into the town.
Gregg went for the 'geek look' he called it. He loved it. I adored him.
Skinnies, glasses, collared plaid shirt. Sneakers. And I sneaked off to get him a present.
I found the most perfect. Gregg liked things he could carry on him. I bought two guitars, fine and handcrafted, and a pocket watch. Pure gold and silver, but on the back it was engraved "Gregg Soffe" I was going to ask him to marry me. Private marriage.
We drove home that night and after dinner went to bed, his kisses only lasted till his body took over him in sleep of peaceful dreams, against his will.

The next morning I drove out to the meadow in the field. With the ring and watch in my pocket. There we sat on the rocks for hours and had lunch. I took his hand and lead him to the middle. Gregg and I enjoyed these places, full of beauty and life. We were the sensitive kind.
Just as I began, I stopped. I grabbed Greggs hand again and pulled him. We had to run. He was in danger.
Gregg wasn't supposed to know who I was, and I've committed thousands of murders. And he knew and they knew and I knew this. Sabbage beasts were coming. And they were on our trail.

I tried to run in zig-zags, to prevent them from finding us quicker, but as one of the 'Fallen Horsemen' was in sight. I sprinted. And my kind, sprinting is faster than your cars. Almost as a plane. We kept running, I tried to hide Gregg. But they would find him. We ran for two hours, and by this time we were in Russia. I was more than a demon, but a hybrid. My fangs shot out and wolfe ears snaked out of my hair, and the star appeared on my neck. A star that marked my place. Hidden.
My eyes were turning the dead black, showing my anger and the color of the demon beneath the skin.
There was a bridge. The Fallen's were close behind. Fallen dogs, fallen horsemen, not the best swimmers. The best were in the back.

I took a leap off the old abandoned bridge. Breathed air into Greggs lips. That would ast him awhile. We swam underwater. Him holding my waist, me 70 miles down river. And we bailed, with a 50mile head start, covered trail. It was close, but we just made it back to the mansion.
From there I shut the windows and locked doors. That would buy us any needed time. Gregg was having a panic spasm. He ran from me. Ran into a corner. Screaming asking what the hell was wrong with me. I cringed.
"I was protecting you. If you were changed you'd be a soulless bastard like the rest of us. Damned to hell, with no options. I was the son of Aphrodite, goddess of love. Do you think I wanted this to be?!"
"Change me. That would fix this."

"No. You don't want this life of hell. The fallens fell in the Medieval times because that's when the humans thought us vanished!"
He stormed off. Up in the guests room, slammed the door and told me to let him think.
I sat in the darkness of my candle lit tower. For no one knew on the inside I was fallen in. I was one of them, but I escaped. I went to the locked door, placed the key, and walked in locking it behind me. I didn't like Gregg back here. This was my place where I kept the last 1700 years. Photographs, roses, pictures of the past. People. Those I found fit to murders presence lingered here. I'd take them for a fun time, friends or lovers, and then kill them.
I heard Gregg knock on the door. I came out and he pushed past me. I tried to grab his hand. But stopped. It was time for the truth.
"So this is you, huh?"
"Yes..I can exp-" He cut me off.
"No."

"Gregg.Do you want this?Now?"
He nodded into the grand mirror before us, worn with dust. I'd never changed someone before, but I knew it was painful for the both of us. I pulled him on the small sofa there in the room, and held him in my lap.
"Think Darling. Do you really? Remember. You will be the only one. Only one like me. I do not know what I am doing though, must I risk your life?My loves."
"We'll be fine." I could tell he was annoyed at my caution.
There I kissed his forehead, and took the guess to bite his neck.

Forcing the pain into a blanking mask, I made my fangs bare in his sight. He was still very determined. With that the K9's were making the fangs even larger, and the wolfe's ears grew from my sloppy mess of black hair. I'd never went fully around him. But I watched his eyes grow wide as the tail came from behind me, and my star shone with my eyes as they changed. I wasn't finished changing though. It took me a moment, but my nose turned to what appeared dog like and my British accent had a slight K9 twist, my eyes grew larger. And the sparks around the star started glowing.
"You're beautiful."
I kissed his neck and my fangs gently touched his skin. One last kiss. And I bit.
It was hard to know if I did this right, his blood tasted nicely to my fangs, and I crouched over him like a territorial dog. I tried to gain my control, over the instinct to protect and devour. And gently I pulled my teeth out of my fading boys neck. He was cringed in pain, I held him tightly in strong arms. He let out small cries of pain sometimes, but managed to remain very silent.

Throughout the night I told him the story of how I became.
"Many years ago, back before a world like this existed, my mother Aphrodite fell in love with a mysterious man. They had affairs for hundreds of years. One time, there was an accident. The man was my father. My mother knew to protect me she must send me away, and that is what she did. This man was a demonic creature. He created the fallen. That is why my eyes turn black. But one thing I have not shown you, is the heart seems faintly engraved on the inside of my left wolfe-ear. Now, son of the gods, and the fallens true leader, I sit there, it was the place where I grew with the wild. Wolves. Many of them, they roamed the world. That is why I have the blood of a werewolf and K9. As to that being a shapeshifter, I can transform because of when I reached the age of wolfes passing of the ages. I learned to not show my wolfe-like features. But the star on my neck is a mystery. The sparkles around it show the magick inside me, and the witchcraft that I may perform with perfection." I went on for hours, and explained how things would work soon with his body.

When the morning light came his lime green eyes and heartbeat were still there.
I knew it would be only till nightfall that he would be limp. His eyes were sharper, and his heartbeat was very quiet. Almost unexistent.
The hours passed as we laid there, very still and calm.
Suddenly.
At Sunset he let out a scream, and another, and a few more, until they became howls.
His black hair grew ears and behind him a tail, black eyes and marks just like mine. But through black eyes I saw the center a lime green full of life.
He stood stretching.
Somehow I knew this was all too good to be true.