now.”
“But I like it. It goes perfectly here, just like you. You make my house shine.”
“Me, laying naked on a cheesy bear skinned rug does not fit here. Now change it before I find my way up there. When I do, there won’t be much left of your phony artwork.”
“Fine.” He waved his hand putting a black silk gown over her figure. To Marcella, there wasn’t much of a difference. She could still see the curves through the material.
Irritated, she turned to Jason. “I’m sorry. I screwed up by going to your house. Dominic says I have to change you into a…” She looked toward the demon and then back to her boyfriend.
“Oh, come on. It’s not a big deal.” Dominic leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. “Jason, how much do you know about paranormal creatures?”
“What do you mean creatures?” Jason paused. “We’re not talking ghosts,
are
we?”
“No. I’m talking vampires, werewolves, mermaids, fey. Everything you’ve heard of probably exists. Today’s your lucky day. Pick what you want to become.”
“You can’t be serious?” Jason stood up walking toward the fire. Marcella’s heart ached for him. She did this. Would he eventually hate her for it?
“I’m dead serious,” Dominic said, standing. “You pick one or I can make it easy on all of us and kill you now. Maybe then, I’ll only need four souls.” The demon took a step closer to her boyfriend. “How good in life were you, really? Have you done things considered, sinful? Tell me, Jason, do you repent?”
“If you touch him, I’ll kill you, myself.” Marcella jumped to her feet. “Now let’s quit arguing and figure out a solution to this mess we’re in. I have your souls, you need them back. Jason needs to be changed and I…” She turned toward Dominic. “What am I supposed to do?”
His laugh made her shake with an indescribable need. She turned away from him before he could realize how he’d just affected her. No doubt either a song would play or he would come back with some smartass comment.
“You, my dear, are immortal, unless of course Lucifer decides to put an end to your life. You’ll never die no matter what happens. They could burn you at the stake and you’d somehow come back. Don’t get me wrong, you’ll feel the pain, even beg for death, but it’ll never come. At least, I think. I’m purely going off stories, of course.”
“Great, but what do I have to do?”
Dominic groaned, loudly. “How do I put this in a way where it won’t make you sound completely fucking stupid? Oh, that’s right. Marcella, what are you?”
She grabbed a vase and hurled it toward the demon. He quickly ducked to avoid getting hit. “No shit, I know I collect, I get it, but what am I collecting them for?”
“That’s for you to decide. You can hold them eternally or release them to heaven or hell. That’s as much as I know. Now, you owe me fifty grand for that vase.”
“Whatever. You didn’t even pay for it.” Marcella walked toward the fireplace and her boyfriend. “Jason, tell me what you want?”
“I don’t know.” He turned toward Dominic. “Are you sure we have to do this? I’m not going to say anything. You have my word.”
“I’m not taking the chance. You better pick or I’m not letting you leave this house.”
Jason groaned and ruffled his hair. “What are the pros and cons?”
She followed his gaze, watching Dominic. An evil smile formed across his face. “Depends how you look at it, I guess. A vampire, well come on. You drink blood, the sex is beyond amazing, you’re strong, and fast. Fey, you’re basically the same, but you’ll have wings.” Dominic paused. “Becoming an immortal will be impossible for you. They’re nothing more than fallen angels who are hell bent on earning back their wings. No, nothing else really fits.
“A were is your best bet, wolf, tiger, lion, you pick your animal Only problem is, you’ll need an alpha and we really don’t need the