Daily Life With A Lilim Chapter 5

After talking through their issues like the normal persons they don’t even pretend to be, Ezraphel and Stanley’s relationship has blossomed somewhat. Ezraphel no longer feels the need to excess in her seductive ways and Stanley no longer felt the need to put his guard up. Their relationship is as healthy as one can be…except for one problem, a problem Stanley realizes he can no longer afford to ignore given the turn in his circumstances.

Mors Funebris Ch. 3 P-5.

“Is that a Sonic Screwdriver?” she asked him innocently. Secundus’ hand froze and he turned his head to glare at her.
“No. It is not.” He replied chillingly, and was about to say something more.
“Hmm, that is not a half bad idea.” Quintus interrupted, smiling. “Considering the current technological level of Earth as it is, I could just about craft one. Or at least a rudimentary version.” He continued, thinking about it.
“Oh! Why did you have to go and do that for?” Secundus moaned to Juanita. “Now he will be nothing but a pain until he actually succeeds at crafting one!” he gruffed.

Cut and Run Ch. 14

“Angelique?” I began, “Why didn’t you go home after you saw me,…you know?” I asked, motioning to indicate my nose-dive.

She didn’t say anything at first, instead she just reached out with her arms and hugged me close. I returned the hug as best I could.

“Because it broke me.” She whispered mournfully. I was about to say something more, but that was when she turned her head up to me and silently pleaded for me to allow her to continue. I did.

“When I saw the man I loved, kill himself. It broke me.” She said looking down at the floor. “I can’t explain it any better than that.” She continued, shaking her head, her pointed ears waggling in unison.

“Yet, even then I still felt my connection with you, my love-prey.”

Cut and Run, Chapter 3

“Frazziss. You’ve got to let me go.” I beg of her.

“Please, I can’t hold on anymore. It’s just too painful.” And it was. I tried, I tried so very hard to hold on for her. But I just wasn’t tough enough.

The tears in her eyes that had been threatening to flow, did so as she closed them in anguish. I could see them course down her face, tracing the outline of those sweet cheek scales that I had lovingly stroked so many times.

Sobbing, she opens her eyes again. It breaks my heart to see the tears of the tortured longing in her face shining forth with a desire for something more, something unattainable.

I try to gently pull away from her, but she refuses to liberate me as I sit there on the edge. Instead, she tightens her grasp as if she could make me stay with her forever.

“Please.” I whisper one last time.

Slowly, reluctantly, she loosens her grip. She’s finally facing the fact that despite all of her wants, all of her desires, there were some things that I just couldn’t give her.

Then at the last, she releases me.

I turn my head away so as to not see the agony that grips her mournful face. I move my legs over the edge and face the gulf that lies before me. I gauge the distance, hoping that I might not miss the mark of the stone that lay so far beneath me. I also hope that she wouldn’t pull me back again. Yet, somehow deep down, I knew that I could trust her not to.

I don’t look back, for if I did, I wouldn’t be able to do what I have to next.

My ears shriek with her anguished negation, as I propel myself over the edge and down into the vastness that lay below.