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Part 2, Chapter 6

    Part 2, Chapter 6


    <span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:400">Lily


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sophia and I strode down the stairs to the entryway. I felt ufortable the whole way, missing Sophia’s hand in mine, still ruminating on our conversation. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Could I really leave my father for good? Is there really no hope for him changing his mind?</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Halfway down the steps we could see the porch from above through a window, where two people were waiting for us.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shoot, that doesn’t look good…” Sophia said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I shook my head. “Not really…” Outside there were two people, a man and a woman, both wearing a white button-up and holding a bible. They looked every bit like normal Jehovah''s witness types, but the fact that my father wanted me to meet them suggested there was something more at y.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We both turned around on the stairs without a word when we heard my father’s steps echoing from the hall between the kitchen to the entryway.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Back at the top I stared at her, whispering. “What now? Going down there seems like a really bad idea…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of view of the lower floor. “Got any windows to jump out of?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I pointed her up the stairs one more floor, where the master bedroom, and more importantly, its balcony were. I pulled my magic to the front of my mind, trying to feel out if I could use something to help us get down uninjured.


    <span style="font-weight:400">By the time we’d made it out onto thending, we could hear my father’s voice searching for me behind us.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">This is it, where I finally decide who I want to be.</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nced back in the direction of my father, through the walls of the house between us, thinking about the years I’d spent here, years spent miserable and repressed. I thought of my mother, of the grave I’d seen, the implications of the image, of the holes in the story my father told me about her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I turned to Sophia, “Kiss me,” I told her, transforming to my true form and manifesting a short ck gothic dress, thece almostpletely see through, exposing most of my skin.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She stared at me for a moment, confused, and then grabbed my face between her hands and brought her lips down to mine. The kiss was hot and heavy, quick and dirty, but tempered by the way our hands moved together, finding each other’s and intecing our fingertips together. Her body pushed into mine, pressing my back against the railing and letting my hair dangle out over the backyard.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Intimacy was a strange concept, even after all of my experience gathering energy. The feelings I associated with it were rtively easy to identify – a warmth in my chest, a fluttering in my stomach, a peace of mind – but <i><span style="font-weight:400">anticipating </i><span style="font-weight:400">it? Not as easy.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I couldn’t have told you before experiencing it how much energy Sophia’s kiss would give me. Logic would’ve pulled me in several conflicting directions, pointing out how long we’d known each other, that we still didn’t <i><span style="font-weight:400">really</i><span style="font-weight:400"> know each other, that I wasn’t sure I was ready to let someone in again, that I already had.


    <span style="font-weight:400">All of that was to say that when our hands sped and an overwhelming rush of energy filled me, it was somehow unsurprisingly surprising – or maybe surprisingly unsurprising. My brain melted, taking away my capacity for coherent sentences, but not my ability to take action. I broke off our kiss, lifted Sophia in a princess carry, climbed over the railing, and jumped off the balcony, sprouting massive ck leathery wings on the way down.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She giggled into my corbone, sping her hands around my neck and staring at me with joy and mirth in her eyes. “Take me away, my dashing princess.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">My wings slowed our descent with a few ps, a loud thump of air resounding each time, propelling us over the neighbor’s fence and out over the sidewalk. As much as I wanted to fly all the way to her bedroom – or mine – I’d rather not get reports about people seeing a demon flying around town.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I instead took us to the ground, transforming back to my human body and running alongside Sophia, hand-in-hand.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Maybe I’m not as alone as I thought…</i>


    <span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:400">Amber


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nced at Chris. “She’s taking a long time…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe she’s just really low on energy?” Despite his apparent optimism his mouth was twisting back and forth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe she doesn’t want to see me…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Heughed. “I’m sure she doesn’t.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I shot him a re.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But she’de talk to you anyway, I think. Even when she was avoiding you it wasn’t that she wouldn’t talk to you, it was that she was putting it off, because she didn’t want to deal with it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe.”


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Or maybe I fucked up so bad this time that I ruined everything.</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">I pped my cheeks, reinvigorating myself. “Fuck this,” I said, walking through the still-open door.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hell yeah!” Chris followed me, sniffing the air, looking for traces of Lily. “Upstairs, I think.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nodded, smiling at his unintentional pun and running up the stairs, towards the yells of Lily’s father calling for her. <i><span style="font-weight:400"></i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">We reached where he was, what was apparently her bedroom, but she was gone.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Why would she leave now of all times, right when we came to get her…</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">I turned to Chris. I couldn’t see my own illusion, a downside of the spell, but he could. “What do we look like…?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">We ignored the confused yells of Mr. Taylor as he stormed off, looking for his daughter.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We look like well-dressed religious people, like holding a book or whatever?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">My palm pped to my forehead, and I pulled Chris back towards outside, scampering down the stairs as fast as we could. <i><span style="font-weight:400">This is why we’re supposed to n!</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She probably thought we were conversion camp people or something and ran off!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When we got out to the sidewalk, Chris stopped us for a moment, sniffing, and then inched down the street. “I’ve got a lead,“ He said, “We won’t catch up while she’s moving, but once she stops we’ll find her.”<span style="font-weight:400">


    <span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:400">Lily


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sophia ended up wanting to stop by her dorm before going to mine. Hers was kind of on the way – if you took a circr path around town, more than doubling the distance – but I needed to go to mine as well, needing to catch up on my studies if I wanted to continue attending college.


    <span style="font-weight:400">On the way over I’d been preparing to confront Amber, to exin myself better to her, to finally put my foot down, settle our differences and firmly establish what our rtionship would be, but she just wasn’t there.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It made me anxious, the prospect that she could be back at any moment. But… Amber could also <i><span style="font-weight:400">not </i><span style="font-weight:400"e back, and I needed a week''s worth of rest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sophia sat on my bed and watched as I got changed, chatting with me all the while.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We talked about her college – she went to a different local college and studied Biology – and how there were no supernatural people there – at least none that weren’t hiding well. Apparently, I’d ended up at <i><span style="font-weight:400">the</i><span style="font-weight:400"> school for halloween monsters, at least within the region, and the administration had some kind of ties to Hell, although I still didn’t understand what or where Hell was.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I talked about the events that led me to my father’s house, blushing all the way through exining how I felt – how I <i><span style="font-weight:400">had</i><span style="font-weight:400"> felt for Amber. She gave me a sad,passionate smile at my correction. We both knew I still had feelings for Amber, regardless of the situation between us, and that wouldn’t be changing anytime soon.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Once I’d finished getting dressed in some sweats, a sports bra, and an oversized t-shirt, I sat in my desk chair, staying across the room from Sophia. I didn’t feel any need to get closer, even if it would give me more energy.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But maybe I <i><span style="font-weight:400">wanted </i><span style="font-weight:400">to get closer, not because I was a subus, but because I liked her, because Sophia had been there for me in a way that no one else had. For as much as I’d changed, as bold as I’d gotten, I’d always had the excuse of ‘I’m just getting energy’ when having sex, as flimsy as it was.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Now, however, I wanted to express to Sophia how much she meant to me – I wanted to take things slow and enjoy every moment.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Shoot, I have no idea what I’m doing…</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sophia was smiling at me, a bright thing that I didn’t want to interrupt.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I went for it anyway. “So Sophia, you know how you said that thing before?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She giggled, shaking her head, eyes full of mirth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I had a feeling that she <i><span style="font-weight:400">did </i><span style="font-weight:400">somehow know, despite my poor phrasing, but she wanted me to say it anyway. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Well I’m not going to give her the satisfaction. I know how to take charge too.</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stood, walked over to her, remaining in my human form for now, and sat across herp, wrapping my arms behind her neck. “Sophia, it means a lot – how much you’ve supported me when I wasn’t supporting myself.” Tears formed in my eyes.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Stupid subus, you’re supposed to be horny right now, not sappy…</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">She brought her hand up to cup my cheek, brushing her thumb across my smooth skin and staring into my eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My insides turned into warm goo. I stared at her lips, opening and closing my mouth, trying to find the right words to ask for permission.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Kiss me,” She said, smile still on her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I opted for listening to her instead of taking the time to insist that I could take charge.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Our lips met, pressing together in a slow dance, and I just started <i><span style="font-weight:400">weeping</i><span style="font-weight:400">.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Tears poured out of me in long streams as Sophia pulled me into her chest, dirtying her neat mustard blouse with my snot.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">I’m even a failure at being a subus…</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">I had no idea where it had alle from, the rush of overwhelming ineptitude, the buildup of feeling like I hadn’t lived up to any of what I was supposed to be on any front. There was also this acute emotional sensitivity, the feeling that not only was I in a state that was easily hurt, but so fragile as to make my calm untenable. I’d just copsed under the feeling of <i><span style="font-weight:400">existing</i><span style="font-weight:400">, the sheer reality of my life being too much to handle in that moment.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sobs shook my body as I clung to her, my chest aching with inexplicable grief.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sophia, bless her heart, took it all in stride, shifting from kissing me toforting me, rolling us on to my bed, meying her in her arms, face in her chest while she stroked my back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Thankfully, likely because of the sheer volume of my tears, they dried up quickly, leaving me with a mundane exhaustion – and dimly registered embarrassment – that lulled me towards sleep.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Because of my outburst, neither of us heard the front door open.
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