Memoirs of Madness~3

Truth or Dare.
A simple and seemingly innocent game turned upside down by the minds of two consenting adults. If there was ever any question as to whether Wyatt knew my true nature, the question no longer lingers as I took possession of his body momentarily. Using his own hands under my guidance to move along his body. An easy enough dare to try and turn him on without actually using my hands to touch him. The words, the teasing, both various forms of foreplay that I am quickly learning to grow accustomed to. It was only a mere moment or two once I was back in my current body for the passion to take over and led us both astray again. There is not one night that we are not together that it does not end in passion. This man who loves passionately and argues just as passionately, does not live this way and I do not understand why. I would give him everything if he would only be mine and let me be his. But he clings to the one who has chosen to not be as present as Wyatt would like him to be. And I speak as a woman would speak of someone who has so completely consumed every moment of her life, waking and sleeping. I do not know how in such a short amount of time I have grown to be intrigued with this man. Intrigued enough to consider not leaving this city of San Francisco and I am, by all accounts not someone who would give up my nomadic ways. There is too much work to be done, too much evil to dispose of, and now I feel that I grow selfish. I want to be here, I want to be near this man, and what I want..I will go after. Our moments of passion have given way to hours of talking about nothing in particular. He makes me feel so..normal..human. I catch myself, when I am not with him, watching other couples walk together as they hold hands, kissing each other with no care as to who will see and I have to shake myself back to reality. Can this truly be the kind of life I could someday have with someone who will accept me for what I am, with all my history. It is not easy to be a traitor to my kind, to believe that I can change things for the better, to feel, to want..To want someone who may find me as nothing more than a mere distraction. The idea of Wyatt going back to him, to the one who seems to not have time for Wyatt, causes a strange sensation in my chest. It tightens and I almost find it hard to breathe. But these things are for me alone to feel, I dare not share them for chance of being..no, it is not something I am capable of. No one hurts me..not for centuries now. I do not have a heart to break...