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Chapter 6

The light was bright red behind his eyelids and he could feel the wind blowing around him, it was comforting, like coming home. It was like coming home to Zia's sweet naked body.

"Good morning."

He blinked the sun was bright through the wind, he couldn't quite see, but that was Zia's voice. He sat up.

His body should be broken, he should feel pain but there was none of that. He blinked again and there she was, Zia with a silly grin on her face. She was whole again, her hair thick and shiny, her face and body full and healthy. She looked even better than when he first met her. Instead of her uniform of jeans and a t shirt, she wore a long red dress with a train that flowed like a stream behind her. She smiled when she caught him looking and twirled in the wind on her bare feet. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"I'm dead." It wasn't a question, he stood up and stretched his body felt strong.

"Of course not. You don't die, not really. I've been waiting, they said it would be soon, but I couldn't go to you, I had to wait here until you came." He pulled on her dress as she spoke, bring her body up against his.

"They?" He sniffed at the air, then brought his nose to her dress and her lips.

She smiled and pointed, they were surrounded by large dust devils, only now he could see faces in the twisters, faces with large grins, grins full of sharp teeth and wings, big dirty crimson wings. Mac grinned back, but something was different, he felt his teeth, they were whole, long and sharp. He looked at Zia, then at her mouth. She shook her head.

"I'm not like you." She laid her head on his chest and hugged his waist. His arms immediately encircled her tightly.

"Where is she?" he asked her. Zia didn't need to ask who he meant.

"She's gone," Zia answered sadly. "She said they wouldn't let her see you again. She fixed me, she fixed me for you."

Mac didn't say anything, he pushed her hair back from her face and nodded. He'd known the answer would be something like that, his mother's scent was already fading. He laid his chin on Zia's head, accepting his mother's final gift.

"They said you have a choice, you can go into town for revenge or you can go into the desert with me and forget."

Mac looked back toward town. "Will they come here when they die?" His lip twitched up in a snarl.

She shook her head "No, Walter belongs to the shadows, he will be alone, nobody is waiting for him." Mac let out a small laugh at that, his father's "love of his life" wasn't waiting for him. "Devon and Reggie are lost," Zia continued "they do not belong to anything, I don't know where those people go."

He gestured with his head towards his father's bar, "Want to go have some fun."

She gripped him tighter around the waist for a second then stepped away from him. "You're all I ever wanted, all the stories I dreamt up are real now. I don't need anything else."

He pulled her back into his arms, "They should pay." He whispered in her ear.

Zia hugged him again and placed soft kisses on his chest, she remembered what his mother had told her, she couldn't let him go if she could help it. She looked up into his bright blue eyes, Mac looked so much younger and healthier. All traces of hard living and drug use were gone, wiped clean. He was frighteningly beautiful, she couldn't lie to him, she was incapable of betraying his trust. She hoped the truth would be enough to get him to stay, if it wasn't, she would spend eternity waiting for him. Zia closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against his broad chest, she sent out a silent prayer that he would chose her.

"Will you go Mac? Or will you stay? I can't go, I have to stay and hope you find your way back."

"Why the hell wouldn't I find my way back, I know this place better than anyone." He pulled back a little to look at her, confused. She wore a sad expression on her face.

"It's not the same, you are not the same. Some people get lost in the towns and cities and that is why they are so small, little twisters," she quoted his term back to him, " they get weak with nowhere to gather strength, but in the desert you can always be strong, you can ride the wind."

He looked at the dust devils spinning around them. "How did they know I'd be coming so soon?"

"They knew because you knew. They said men like you choose when they die, then they come here, or sometimes the oceans or the thunderstorms or shadows. They go back to where they fed. You belong to the desert."

He thought about the way he could stand tall in a sand storm while everyone else ran for cover, how he navigated the caves with hardly a thought, and yes, he fed in the desert. He remembered all the women he'd fucked out here, sometimes by force. He thought of all the bodies of men and women he'd left out in the sandy red hills for the coyotes and nature to dispose of. He'd been giving the desert entities offerings for years.

"And you? What do you belong to?" He tangled his hand in her shiny hair, pulling her head back to look in her eyes.

"I belong to you, Mac. I always have." She looked down shyly. "I thought maybe there would be more of us, your women."

He shook his head "No. You're the only one I buried, I saved you for me." He remembered the night he'd buried her, the soft breeze that blew around his house. It had been his mother.

"I wonder what happened to the others." She looked around as if they'd just been misplaced.

"Who gives a shit, I threw them away, whatever picked them up can have them." He didn't need a harem, he didn't want a harem.

He ran his nose along the column of her neck. God, he'd missed her smell. "Can I still fuck you?"

She laughed "You can do whatever you like." She flung her arms around his neck, "Take me up into the twister." He grinned, she was still flighty and childlike and he still wanted her.

"Ever fuck a demon?" He licked her neck savoring the taste he'd feared was lost forever.

Zia closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of Mac's hands and tongue on her again, she nodded, " Mmmhmm For a year now." She kissed his lips, pulling away before he could deepen the kiss and let her head fall back, smiling as the wind blew through her hair, "But I've never fucked a demon up in the air." She said looking at him with a devilish gleam in her eye. He laughed, spreading his new wings easily raising them up into the sky at breakneck speed. He cut off her squeal of delight with a hungry kiss.

He made his decision, he would ride the wind.

I always thought it would be sad to be an Incubus, everyone you slept with would die. What if you fell in love? It wouldn't matter, you'd kill them anyway. I wanted my Incubus to have a happy ending and keep his lover.