The Departure

“This is something I’ve needed to do for a long time,” she says.  Her hair is already growing out, shading to black.   Her voice shifts timbres like a pennywhistle for a moment.  “I would say that it’s not you, but I want to be honest about it.  I can’t…”  She pauses as she adds several inches of height, one foot out the door.  There’s a hint of a mustache for a moment, but it fades. 

“I don’t like who I am when I’m with you,” she says. 

As she walks away, I think I see the first hint of wings.

Vampire Boyfriend

Angeline wanted a vampire boyfriend more than anything.  She'd read all of the books, even the terrible ones, and they'd stoked her imagination.  Her friends told her she was crazy.  "Even if it were possible," they said, "it wouldn't work out.  He'd have all of eternity ahead of him; how long do you think you'd be able to hold his attention?"

It didn't matter.  Angeline knew what she wanted.  She had her eye on him, tall and pale, his expression holding the faintest tinge of sadness.  She followed him as he walked home.

Once she turned him, he'd be perfect.

Meh

Marty's soul made a squelching sound when he pulled it out. It didn't come from the heart; more the kidney area, really. Possibly the appendix. He held it up in both hands, cradling it like it was delicate blown glass. It was certainly precious to him; it was the core of his being, the quintessence of everything he was and could ever be; it defined him as he defined it, and there could be no dividing line, no separation, no point where one left off and the other began.

"Is that all?" Louise asked. "I thought it would be cuter."