The next morning Sara slowly opened her eyes, groaning in frustration that she had woken up. She sat up in bed and looked around her room. Fergal, Balor, whatever he was going by at this moment and time, was nowhere to be found. She thought that maybe it had been a dream, so she got out of bed and sleepily made her way to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and her face fell. She looked exhausted, her hair was a tangled mess. She looked herself over, touching the bruises on her neck and chest. She held her arms out in front of her and studied the red finger prints that had been left. She sighed. It wasn't a dream.

She walked out of the bathroom and grabbed her bathrobe before opening the bedroom door. She was hit by an aroma of pancakes and bacon. He was still here. She walked into the kitchen and saw him standing there, his back to her, staring out her kitchen window and drinking a cup of coffee. He was shirtless and her eyes widened at the scratch marks down his back. They looked awful and she felt bad that she had done that to him, but it was quickly forgotten when the realization that last night was very, very real. She narrowed her eyes in anger.

"What. The. Fuck?" she asked

Fergal nearly jumped out of his skin, he hadn't heard her come out of the bedroom. He spun around to look at her.

"Good morning, sleepy!" he smiled, placing his cup of coffee on the counter and walking over with his arms out, ready to embrace her

She backed away and he frowned. She held a hand up and stared at him. His face was relaxed although he looked exhausted. His eyes were no longer solid black, they had returned to the soft baby blue color. His smile had returned. Fergal was standing in front of her, and any sign of Balor was gone.

"Sara. Please...please don't do this" he pleaded, stepping toward her again

"What the fuck, Fergal? What kind of sick game were you playing last night?" she demanded

"It wasn't a game, Sara. It wasn't me. Please, sit down and eat. I will try to explain he gestured to the kitchen table, set with breakfast he had made for her

"How do I know that's not poisoned?"

"Sara…" Fergal sighed as he went over to the table and sat down at his plate.

She huffed and followed, sitting down at her chair and petting Luke, who was laying underneath.

"I know you're upset, and probably freaked out" Fergal began

"Yeah, just a little" she stabbed at her pancake, more so for the sake of stabbing something than cutting it up to eat it

"You have a right to be. I wanted to explain to you, but I couldn't fight him any longer. He's much stronger than I am and if he wants to come out, he will"

"He? Balor, right. Your gimmick?"

Fergal sighed and rubbed his tired face

"It's not just a gimmick, Sara. Wrestling helps me control him more. I made that gimmick as an outlet. Balor is real, and I am sorry you had to be involved with him."

"So what, are you possessed by this thing or what, because this is really hard for me to believe." Sara sniffed at her piece of pancake before taking a small bite

"I know it is, and I told you the food isn't poisoned" Fergal nodded to her plate

"I have trust issues. We've discussed this" She took another bite "but if it is poisoned, it's tasty."

"Thanks" Fergal chuckled a bit

"So, back to this guy who just comes out of no where and thinks he's the shit. What is his deal?"

"Well, to answer your previous question, yes, I am possessed. My family, as you know, is Irish. My grandparents were very devout believers in the folklore of our country. My grandfather swore everything that was said was real, and he believed that our family had been cursed. One of us was to become a vessel for Balor, the Demon King. I got to be the lucky one, I guess. I was fairly normal throughout adolescence, but on my twenty first birthday, things changed. Balor took over my soul. I don't know why, he hasn't given me any other answer besides that he is searching for something. He leaves me alone for the most part, unless I get overly angry or...aroused."

Sara just stared at Fergal, trying to decide if she believed anything coming out of his mouth. He paused for a moment before continuing.

"He's very dangerous when tested, so I don't recommend being sassy and smart mouthy when he comes back. If he stays calm, you will be fine."

"The hell do you mean when he comes back?" Sara nearly choked on her bacon.

"Sara...I cannot force you to stay with me, after what happened last night. I shouldn't even expect you to, but I...I don't want to lose you. I love you"

The strip of bacon fell out of Sara's mouth as her jaw fell open and Luke happily snatched it up as it fell to the floor.

"What?" Sara asked

"I love you" Fergal sighed, sensing the impeding breakup that was bound to happen

"What?" Sara repeated

"Sara."

"Fergal"

He sighed. She only used his full first name when she was being serious, or upset. He stood up and began walking toward the bedroom.

"I'm going to get my things and leave. I think it's best."

Sara stared after him before looking down at Luke.

"Did you hear that?" she asked

The dog just tilted his head, waiting for more bacon. Sara stood up and walking into the bedroom. Her legs felt like jello and her palms were sweaty as she walked through the door. Fergal was sorting through his bag, trying to find a tshirt to wear.

"Fergie…" she spoke quietly, walking up behind him and running her fingers over the scratches on his back

"Yes?" he asked, his voice sounding as if he were about to cry

"I don't know what's going to happen, you know, between us. This is so much to process for me, but I don't want you to leave. We can talk this out."

Sara tugged at his arm, turning him around so they were facing each other. He looked down at her and felt a tear fall from his eye as she moved to wrap her arms around him in an embrace.

"I don't want to hurt you" he choked out, wrapping his arms tightly around her

"You won't." she said, her head laying on his chest to where she could hear his heart beating.

"No, but he will"

"Fuck him." Sara said with anger "Let him come back again and see what happens"

"Sara.."

"Ferg, we will deal with that later. Let's forget about Balor for a minute. Let it just be us."

"Okay."

Fergal held her close, the first time he had been able to do so. He smoothed out her hair and closed his eyes. He wasn't going to lose her. He'd let Balor kill him before he would live without Sara, but little did he know that Balor couldn't live without Sara either.