“Sam, I’m just so scared for you so much of the time. I want you to be happy, and I want you to have the life you deserve. Your brother hates me. Your parents would have hated me. I’m twisted inside, in ways that beggar belief because that what hell does. You actually...still love me when you know that I still have some loyalty left to the demon that destroyed everything you held dear, dead or not. How many more ways am I going to disappoint you? I don’t want to...not anymore, and I thought, maybe that normal life, that’s what you should have had.” She clutched her own beer bottle, close to shattering it, but not noticing it or caring, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was this discussion, awful as it was. And the bottle was something to cling onto.
“Think about it Sam, you drink...” she lowered her voice accordingly for the subject matter and the location. “You drink my blood, demon blood. And you do that because it makes you strong right, but not normal, not normal like you always wanted. I don’t want to make you like me...I don’t ever want to wake up one day and not know you, and yeah, we’re being careful, we’re being smart but...”
She didn’t finish, her worry was she’d pulled him down already, so far from the man Jessica had loved. Changed his nature. Made him something else. Or she would before too long.