It took a while, but eventually Macha calmed down enough to form a coherent sentence. "I can– Sometimes, I get these… glimpses. And I can never remember them, until…. until they actually happen. Sometimes it takes months, sometimes it takes fifteen minutes– I hadn't had one in a while– I thought it was going to be okay– I should have told you."
“No..you didn’t have to tell me if you didn’t want to. I didn’t tell you I was half demon until it happened. It’s okay..”
"But even when you told me– I didn't say anything– I am so so sorry–" Guilt rolled around in her stomach.
“Don’t..don’t be sorry. I don’t care what happens, or who you become. You will never hurt me and I will always love you..”
"No– you don't understand– a little girl touched me once, during an episode– she died– I killed her–" Macha squeezed her eyes shut, the awful memories resurfacing.
“You had no control..y-you couldn’t stop it..” He said quietly, hugging her tight.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you, about you– about your– about the demon." She curled up into him, hating herself for being so weak. Squeezing her eyes shut even tighter, she tried desperately to force down the rising tide of memories and regret.
Tyler closed his eyes and held her close against his chest, never wanting to let go.
Macha gripped him tighter. "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry–", she kept saying to him, over and over again until her word slurred together.
"Me too.." He answered quietly, tears rising into his eyes as he buried his face in her shoulder.
"You have no reason to be– it's my fault– I messed up everything again–" Macha was struggling not to cry, willing herself to be stronger.
"No you didn't. You couldn't..control it.."
Macha stayed silent for a moment. "I know.", she whispered, pained.
"We can get through this.."
"I really, really hope so." After a minute of catching her breath, Macha tried to stand.
Tyler helped her to her feet, holding onto her carefully. "Can you walk?"
"Y-yeah." She wasn't sure how true that was. "I'm fine." They made there way back to the house. Guilt rolled around in her stomach, so she kept her eyes on the ground, trying to remember what she'd seen. All she remembered was blood, blood and blue hair. Tyler.
Tyler looked worriedly down at her. "What is it? What's wrong?" He asked quietly.
Macha inhaled shakily. "The visions– I can't remember most of them usually– this time I just remember fear, blood– blood and blue hair." She looked up at him. "Like yours.!
"A-are they always true?"
*"
"A-are they always true?"
"They've always– they've always happened so far." Macha swallowed. "But the blood– it wasn't yours–"
"But..that means..no. No. I won't let anything happen to you.."
Macha shook her head, looking away. "I don't know exactly what will happen.", she said quietly, "And I don't remember all of it. Anything could happen."
"Not to you. I won't let it." He frowned, pulling her into his arms.
Macha let him, laying her head on his shoulder. "I don't know what will happen.", she repeated again. Blood. There was a lot of blood. She didn't mean to transmit the thought into his head.
Tyler frowned deeply and pulled her closer. Not if I can help it.
Macha jumped. Sorry. I didn't mean to transmit that.
"C'mon, you need rest." He said, walking upstairs with her by his side.
Macha would've protested, but she didn't have the strength. Fractured images blinked in and out of existence in her minds eye, an unearthly scream, a blinding flash of light, a little girl with fire rippling under her skin before she— Macha forced the memory down, collapsing on the bed.