Fine never means anything good

Demyx kissed her ear gently. "Although I swear my papa was half bear." He laughed lightly seeing the shocked look on her face. "Joking!"

Cyzarine smiled and yawned a little, showing off her fangs. She blushed a little after, smiling nonetheless.

Demyx smiled. "Someone's tired." He said jokingly.

Cyzarine shrugged. "As long as I'm with you, I don't mind going to sleep." she replied happily. She tried to hide another yawn. "Besides, I got tired out from before."

"Awww poor Cyzie-Cyz." Demyx chuckled and kissed her on the nose.

Cyzarine blushed a little at the nickname, before kissing him on the cheek lightly. "I love being with you so much. Just...being here." she told him. She needed him to understand how she felt about that.

Demyx smiled and kissed her forehead. "I love you Cyzarine, your the first person to know the real me and not...Well, be freaked out." He kissed her forhead again.

Cyzarine smiled, laughter dancing in her eyes. "And you're the first person I've been able to tell about Garland, knowing they'll stand with me. I love you so much. The only regret I have is bringing you into what should only be between me and Garland." She sighed sadly at this.

"It's not fair you should have to go through it alone Cyzarine." Demyx told her gently. "No one should have to go through anything alone." He sighed a little.

Cyzarine shuffled up the bed a little to gently press her lips to his before drawing back smiling. "And now we don't. We have each other." she agreed.

Demyx nodded. "Right." He looked a little uncertain, as if there was something troubling him that he didn't quite know how to express.

Cyzarine frowned. "Demyx? What's wrong?" she asked.

"It's just, some things...Some things you start alone...And you have to finish alone.." He whispered, averting his eyes from the woman he loved.

Cyzarine's eyes softened. "Do you have to stay so alone you can't tell me about it?" she asked, stroking his cheek in what she hoped was a reassuring way. She didn't want to force him into anything, but would rather know what was wrong than be left in the dark about it.

Demyx nuzzled her neck a little. "It's not that I dont want to tell you." He bit his lip. "It's just...I..." He sighed a little. "Ok. Well...You know I was in a gang?.."

Cyzarine nodded wordlessly, eyes locked on his.

"I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of Cyzarine but...One day, we left New Orleans and travled up to Chicago." Demyx paused. "There we had a...run in with some vampires and..." Ever so slowly his hand went to his shoulder. He rubbed it for a moment, clearing the powder that was covering...A pair of bite marks. "They just missed their target." He laughed a little, trying to seem joky about the subject, while his eyes screamed sadness.

Cyzarine pushed herself up and gently kissed the mark. "Are you a vampire?" she asked, slightly confused. "And as for doing bad things...I tihnk you've forgotten about me hunting each full moon since I was thirteen and Garland using my powers for things worse than that." she smiled sadly. "You're not alone."

"No, I'm not a vampire." Demyx sighed a little. "Besides Cyzarine, you hunt to survive and it's not like you wanted Garland to use your powers for bad things." It seemed he was uneager to talk about the rest of the 'bad things' he had done in his life.

Cyzarine sensed this and nodded, going back to her powers. She wasn't sure he was seeing like she always had. "True I didn't want him to use them, but those powers are a part of me, just like my wings are and the second irises in my eyes are. He took that and then hurt people for no reason, and I felt like I should have been able to stop it. I...I knew what to do to stop it, but it was like I wasn't able to stop it any more." she shook her head. "Scared me half to death." she admitted.

Demyx sat up. "You didnt want him to use them, you couldn't help it Cyzarine. It's not your fault and I dont want you thinking that. Trust me, I've done worse and that's without someone making me." He looked away from her.

Cyzarine sighed. "Look at me." she ordered quietly, not bothering to sit up.

Slowly Demyx rubbed his face with his hand a little and turned to look at her. Perhaps it was the angle that the light was hitting him, or the fact he had just rubbed something off his face, but scars were now viable, marring the once seemingly perfect flesh.

Cyzarine blinked in surprise before sitting up and gently kissing the scars on his face. "I didn't mewan for you to do that, but thank you." she told him, kissing his lips gently. "Now, I'll do you a deal, okay?" she smiled warmly at him, wishing he would cheer up.

"What's the deal?" Demyx whispered in reply, begging to rub the rest of his body down a little. As he did so, more and more scars becoming visable, as well as several bruises.