Here it is: the final chapter of "Demon in My View." I planned a third and final installment to this story back when it started, and if I get enough interest I'll try to start writing it and hopefully start posting it within a year. So please review and let me know what you thought of this fic and whether or not you're interested in a sequel ^^

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She can't understand it; it's not in her nature. But she'll accept it.

Julian grinned. It was so nice to finally have his mind right.

She'll see things my way. I'll make her.

It was time to go home now; it was getting quite late; and Julian's mock-mother would start to worry at some point. At the mouth of the alley, he paused to laugh a short, giddy laugh. All this was just a bit of fun-and it was fun. It occurred to him that he'd never felt better in his life. The great release of power left him tired, true, but also content and...balanced-feeling. All of that magic had been building up in him for years, buzzing in his veins and banging against the walls of his skull. No amount of pointless parlor tricks could quell that much raw magic.

This stunt had left him temporarily emptied of it, but he was filled with something else: fear. Not his own, of course-because what in this world did Julian have to be afraid of?-but that of his victims. It seemed to buoy him, to make him high and giddy. It was delicious. And damn. Now Julian saw what he could really do. He was powerful; no, he was invincible. All this time, he'd thought he was something close to human-different in species, but similar in many aspects. How wrong he'd been! He was more than human, potentially almost God-like in his power; a demonic force still in the development process. It was intoxicating, to be feared, to be the predator, the one in control. It was a rush, and Julian knew he would seek it out again.

Not tonight-tonight he would go home and watch the history channel's documentary on Samhain with his mother. When it go late enough, he'd fake a yawn and go to his room, though he'd be too wired to sleep. He could play the Halloween mix tape he'd made with Jenny a few years ago, or watch the Nightmare on Elm Street marathon that one of the channels was running. In the morning, Julian would meet Jenny at their usual street corner and act like absolutely nothing had happened.

But that's not what happened. At least, not exactly. When Julian got to his house, Jenny was waiting on his porch. The blonde caught sight of her approaching friend and bounded over to wrap him in a hug.

"Jenny...?" Julian instinctively put his arms around her, returning the embrace.

"I was looking all over for you," Jenny murmured into Julian's shoulder, "I was worried."

"I'm fine," he replied. He was rubbing Jenny's back like he always did when she needed comforting. "Are you-"

"I'm sorry," she cut him off, "I'm so sorry. The way I acted-It wasn't fair, and you're the last person I've ever wanted to hurt, and I just-I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," Julian told her, not knowing what else to say. "Everything's okay."

"You're my best friend, and I love you so much," Jenny was saying in a rush, "but I can't love you like that because everything would be so messed up, and Tom's my boyfriend, and-"

"I understand," Julian lied, "Sh, you don't need to get so upset, okay?"

"Don't make me choose," Jenny whispered, "please don't ever make me choose."

"I won't," Julian promised, and he was telling the truth. When the time came, he wouldn't be giving Jenny a choice.