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I don't know how this is going to go. I have just sort of listened to my intuition throughout this fic and wrote what came to mind. This particular curve hit me last night and I was going to brush it off for a later fic at some other point in time.

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Edward-

Her scent wafted around me. She rested her head on my chest, and I was content to lie there forever. For a moment in time, I let my eyes drift closed, and just as I would've slipped into a deep sleep I felt a push on my shoulder.

My eyes snapped open, startled by the unexpected touch. I flinched from the hard gaze staring back at me.

I could fight it. I could fight him, but ultimately he had the power. Swallowing past the lump forming in my throat, I gently eased out from under her. Cursing under my breath, I tucked my cloak around her, memorizing just the way she looked at this precise second.

"Your timing is shit." Gradually, I turned and followed him through the gate. Unable to help myself, I stopped, watching her sleep.

His hard voice rasped in the quiet night. "This wasn't supposed to be permanent. I gave you an allotted time on this earth and you wasted every second. Falling in love with a human? How does that even happen?"

I gave him a hard look, trying to make out his features. It was so weird. His face was visible, yet his features blurred. "You gave me free will to do with that time what I wanted. I did. I watched. I followed. I stalked. I became obsessed. What do you expect? I am human."

"You were human. You did stalk. You watched. You followed and you became obsessed. All at my leisure. Every single breath you took, kiss you stole, was at my leisure. Now that leisure is up. As quickly as I made you, I can just as easily destroy you."

"You are a shit father too," I told him as rage radiated from every pore. "Why would you dangle the carrot just to snatch it away? I was finding something I never expected to find, never thought to want. And you are telling me it's all gone?"

"I'm telling you, you took something that wasn't yours to take. You were out here to scare, terrorize, lurk, and stay hidden." He shook his head, his eyes glowing with fury. "You are a disgrace to my name. You are a shit demon, a shit son, and not at all what I imagined when I created you. Your time is over."

I wanted to hit something. If I thought it would do any good at all, I would hit him. I wasn't afraid as I faced his wrath. He couldn't do anything more to me if he was choosing to take my life. "You can't make me leave. I have free will. The right to do what I want."

"Oh, but I can," He grumbled, starting to turn away. "God gave me free rein to do whatever I want. I created you, and I will destroy you. At the very least, I will take your ability to be with her. So, I really don't see the point."

"You really are an evil son-of-a-bitch. No wonder God kicked you out of heaven. Unfeeling, cold, bastard."

He threw his head back and laughed as his form began to fade. The laughter faded and he met my gaze. "I am Lucifer, and as evil, as I am, you are a part of me." He laughed again, saying, "Go with God."

His sarcasm wasn't lost on me. Swallowing tightly, I watched my form begin to fade. There before my eyes, I deteriorated, seeing straight through my hand.

I was wicked. I was evil. I was a demon. But I wasn't any of those things. Those were characteristics I was supposed to be. But I had free will. I didn't have to do any of that.

Helplessly, I turned back to study the human lying in the yard. A glance at the sky told me the sun would be coming up soon. This time I didn't need to open the gate, slipping past the cast iron as if nothing stood between us.

I plopped on the grass next to her, letting my hand caress her hair. The strands didn't move under my touch and another wave of powerlessness overtook me.

Was I destined to roam the earth as a blur? Just a fraction of my former self?

It seemed to take forever, but she blinked awake, realizing she was alone. But she wasn't. I was here. But I wasn't.

I followed her home. I slipped inside when she opened the door. I watched her, stalked her through the apartment, stood next to her as she looked out the window, seeking, searching for me.

I sat on the toilet as she showered. When she stepped out of the hot spray, I stood behind her, willing, praying she could see me.

For a second it worked. Every muscle in her body seized, her breasts going still as she held her breath. A twinge of fear darkened her gaze.

When she turned to face me, however, I went back to nothingness. Aggravated, I left the bathroom, pacing her hallway trying to figure out how to come back.

I needed to come back. I needed to be with her. I needed to feel her. I needed her.

She must've heard me walking in the hall because she appeared holding a brush, ready to attack.

I smiled. Even if she wanted to she could never fend me off with such a flimsy attempt.

I leaned against the threshold in the hallway as she retrieved enough ice cream to feed an army and plopped down on the sofa.

If I could, I would hold her and kiss away the sadness in her eyes. I couldn't but when she spotted me again, I ventured closer, letting my finger drift down her cheek.

She sniffed the air, and I knew she smelled me. While her pulse thumped wildly, she still didn't fear me.

Her eyes closed as I kissed down her neck. I knew she felt every touch because she began to shiver, her breath stuttering with each brush of her lips.

When she curled in bed that night, I lay down next to her. For the first time in my existence, I prayed as I wrapped my arm around her waist.

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