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Currain jogged down the windswept Newfoundland beach. He hated this time of year. Halloween was coming up. Despite his desire to be a human, Currian had to turn into his demonic form on Halloween. It was the price he had to pay.
Currian had been a demon for many millennia. He knew he was immortal and had powers but he just wanted to be a human and live a normal life. Even if it meant he would die. There were a few stories of demons becoming human. Currian didn't know if he believed them. No one he knew had ever become mortal. So Currian thought that becoming mortal was an unattainable hope.
As he continued his jog down the foggy and snow ridden beach, he noticed an orange lifeboat ahead of him. It was strange that a lifeboat, or any boat should be out stranded on a desolate beach this time of year. So he went up to check it out.
In the life boat, Currian found an emaciated woman. Her long red hair was strung out across her body. The woman's lips were chapped and she could barely move in the freezing weather.
The woman looked up at him and muttered "fuck, death at last". She slumped back into the lifeboat, utterly defeated. Currian knew she wasn't dead, if there was one thing he knew after all his eons on earth it was death. This woman was just exhausted.
Currian hoisted her up in his arms. The woman weighed next to nothing. He didn't even need to use his supernatural strength. Currian debated on whether he should help this woman or not. Halloween would be here soon and he'd be an entirely different entity.
It would be a red moon. Red moons were always the time he underwent his most painful transformations. Still he knew without help that this woman would perish. He was a devil but he had a minuscule amount of empathy in him. Cosmic forces, beyond his own understanding, compelled him to help this woman.
So he picked the woman up in his arms and carried her to the abandoned 1920s mansion that he had been living in. Back in it's day it had been quite a posh place. Now the paint was peeling and rot crept throughout the house. The forsaken mansion was lost to the moral world. No humans ventured here. Currian lived alone. Still he didn't need much and Currian hid out in the wilderness so no one would disturb him or find his dark secret.
Currian gently laid the woman down on the moth-eaten sofa and "summoned" a thick blanket and some water for her. Currian always "summoned" or "liberated" things when he needed them. No one cared that furniture and chairs had been "liberated" from Enron or that Bernie Madoff's entire wine cellar had disappeared. Currian was a Robin Hood in this aspect. He took from the unscrupulous. No one minded. A thief can't complain if another thief steals from them.
Currian put the thick woolen blanket on the woman. He tried to get a bit of water down her parched throat. She choked on it. Her eyes looked up at him in panic as she shrank back onto the sofa. Right now, when she was in a vulnerable state, she could see his demonic form. He didn't blame her for being alarmed but wished he could spare her the unnerving experience she was having.
Despite her moment of terror, the distressed woman fell back exhausted on the sofa. Currian was content with the fact that at least she was warm. He figured right now the best things for her were warmth and sleep.
Knowing Halloween and the his time of transformation was near, Currian went out and caught a deer. He could have easily "summoned" some food. But, he knew he would be fighting his demon in the upcoming days and it would be best to get all of his animalistic instincts out now.
Out in a forest, he tore the deer to bits. Warm red blood streamed down his face like a river, his serrated fangs tore at bits of it's flesh. Soon it was gone. Shredded to nothing. Bones and all were gone. Currian knew he had to get his curious visitor something to eat. He caught a rabbit.
When he returned to the house the woman was awake. She was sitting up on the old sofa. She turned to stare at Currian. Currian just looked at her memorizing sea green eyes. This woman was beautiful. She was stirring emotions deep within him. Emotions he had not felt in eons, if ever. Emotions he considered to be mortal, so why was he, a devil, feeling them?
"Hi...I'm Cara. The last thing I remember...well I suppose it doesn't matter much what it was. Are you the only person here? Did someone else bring me to this cabin?" questioned Cara. There was a bit of alarm in her voice.
"No, I'm the only one here. My name is Currian. I'm the only soul for miles. It's pretty much wilderness in this part of the world. But, I found you in a lifeboat on the beach and brought you here. My house isn't much but it's warm and I have food. I'm making some soup for dinner." stated Currian.
He didn't want Cara to know about his demonic side for now. Currian just wanted companionship and no judgement. He needed a friend after he had been on his own for so long.
"Could you tell me how you got to that remote beach? Not many people come to this part of Newfoundland this time of year. It's nearly winter and we have icebergs forming and huge winter hurricanes. It's really not safe for someone, especially a delicate lady like yourself to be out on the ocean alone. Let me know how I can help you, Cara. I want to help you. I'm at your service."
As Currian spoke he wondered if Cara would take him up on his offer or if she would bolt. She had an alarming experience after all both on the ocean and when she saw him in his demonic form.
"Oh...thank you? I think I would have died out there if not for you. I was in that boat for days I think. It's hard to tell with the lack of light up here. It was just SO SO cold. I think I'll always remember that bitter cold and polar wind. But, this house is nice and warm. This soup is delicious by the way. It tastes like the woods and I mean that as a good thing."
Currian blushed and looked away. He wasn't used to being talked to like that. Perhaps, eons ago another demon told him he'd done a good job, but those words had never been uttered to him by a human.
They'd always been too frightened by him. Still here was a damaged woman praising him. Currian knew she was only doing it because she didn't know the real him. Once she found out the truth, Cara would abhor him. It wasn't her fault.
Cara continued to talk as she ate her soup. "I suppose I should tell you how I got to that beach. I don't think I did anything wrong...if I did please, please don't turn me into the cops!"
Currian poured a cup of creamy hot chocolate for her. He knew Cara needed to keep her strength up. He had no intention of turning her into the cops. Currian was sure he had done far worse things in his life than whatever it was that Cara had done.
Cara took a long sip of her hot chocolate and continued. A chocolate foam mustache appeared on her upper lip. Currian took his hand and wiped it off. Surprisingly she didn't bolt from his rough touch.
Currian loved touching her skin. It was soft like satin. He imagined exploring her skin more. Currian wanted to take his hands and trail them down. He wanted to worship Cara. But, he knew he had to banish these thoughts; it would be unfair to Cara to start a relationship. He wouldn't be able to continue it. Currian was content listening to Cara's story. It had been too long since he had conversed with someone.
"I met this guy on Tinder..Bryce. We went on a few dates and I thought we could have a relationship. Then he invited me on a boat trip. He said we would take an autumn sail up the coast of New England. We could see the leaves changing and just have an all around good time. We were just off the coast of Newfoundland's Sheep's Cove when we met up with what I guess you'd say is a contact."
Cara was sobbing, her small body was trembling and Currian placed a hand firmly on her shoulder to steady her. He felt it was his duty to comfort his guest.
"Then I found out that Bryce was a cocaine smuggler. He meets up with this person every six months or so and gets coke from him. I was there and you probably could say I was a patsy in case the cops caught up with us or something. Bryce didn't even like me. He was just using me for illegal purposes. It was all a ruse!" cried Cara. She grabbed onto Currian's side and cried heavy tears into his shoulder.
"I really liked Bryce too. Why is there something wrong with all the men I date? Am I just some magnet for attracting assholes? Still ultimately, I suppose he saved my life...sorta...Bryce insisted that I go in a lifeboat. The contact wanted to drown me then and there. There was a huge fight...I passed out but somehow I ended up in the lifeboat...it was SO cold. Then I was adrift at sea for days...maybe a week. But, you saved my life Currian. You're a good man. Thank you so much!"
Cara stopped her crying for a second. She wiped her tears away. Then she threw her arms around Currian and lightly kissed Currian gently on the cheek. It startled him. He'd never experienced an emotional display like that. No one, neither demon or human, had embraced him for centuries.
Currian didn't know what to do or say. He was glad Cara was better. But, what could he do with her now? Halloween's red moon was coming up and she'd be sure to ask questions when he transformed into his demonic form. Still, he didn't want to cast her out into the cold. Cara wasn't well. If he cast her out in her fragile state she might die. That would make him as bad as Bryce the cocaine smuggler. He didn't want to be another asshole in her life. She was a nice lady and didn't deserve that.
Cara had said that he was a good man and he wanted to be that for her. Currian decided that he would let Cara stay a few more days. That way she could regain her strength. He thought he could keep his "humanity and be a good man" and not attack her on Halloween. It would be hard but he could do it...hopefully. Cara deserved to be with a guy who wasn't an asshole.
