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"What the hell!?!"

Shit, I thought, my heart stuttering as I spun around violently, tail smashing through the cabinetry in the bathroom and leaving a large gash in the wall.

Slack-jawed, my husband couldn't help but stare at me, at an utter loss for words as he beheld my partially-scaled visage. Panic flashed across his eyes, a fight or flight reaction older than either of our species taking command for the briefest of moments. And then, suddenly, disgust. "Who, and what, the hell are you?"

I winced. Well, this _was not how I had wanted this to go._How the hell did he even get home without my hearing him?/ I paused, the breath I'd taken so awkwardly coming back up as a cough. _Oh right, the shower. Shit, had he heard me singing too?_Granted, that had all been in an early dialect of draconic, but translation or not, learning your wife was... not quite what you thought she was... brought consequences.

For the first time, I noticed the shotgun in his shaking hands, gaping barrels pointed unfortunately in my direction. It seemed he had heard the singing then, and gone for the gun safe in the closet before coming any closer to the "monster" in the bathroom.

"Hands in the fucking air, monster! Hands in the fucking air!"

Sighing, I did I was asked, trying to get a word in edge-wise while Allan made an utter fool of himself. "Honey..." I began.

"Shut it, freak! Where the fuck is my wife? If you've hurt her, I swear I'll..." He gestured with the shotgun, ugly expression writ all over his face.

"Allan, " I tried again, "I know this looks a little weird, but you do know who you're talking to, right?" Without daring to shift even my neck, I flicked my gaze pointedly down at my chest a couple of times, willing him to see the locket hanging down around my neck.

"You took her locket too?" Rage consumed his previous expression, mind not willing to see even what his eyes clearly could.

Twin blasts rang out before I got another word in, the impact throwing me back into the remains of the cabinet, shattering the sink and causing water to blast out from the broken piping.

I snarled, scales racing to cover even more of my form as I shifted further towards my now clearly feral side.

I wasn't hurt of course, emotional devastation aside. Allan was another matter though, having gone from rage-filled husband to damned near pissing himself with fear before I even launched myself back up.

Truth be told, I could have tried a bit harder at that point, but I didn't even let him get another word in. Neighbors would already be calling 911, and it'd be for the best if I was out of here before they arrived. Couldn't let them take the kids... well, eggs still, down under the basement floorboards, so I'd have to be quick. I let my fangs sink into his neck, and ripped outwards with a sickening snap, ending my husband's life in a single stroke.

_Fuck._Why couldn't these goddamned monkeys ever learn? Just because I was dangerous didn't mean I didn't want a normal life, couldn't live a normal life, if given half the chance. They never seemed to want to give me one though, and I felt empty once again, tears filling my eyes as I cradled my husband's severed head.

He hadn't understood, clearly wasn't willing to, but I wept for him all the same. I wept for what could have been, what might have been possible if he'd waited just a few more moments... but no, he'd made his choice, and he'd fucking tried to kill me for it.

I hated what I'd become, hiding out like this, while the more boisterous members of my family, and species, had died out. I hated _having_to hide, but if the alternative was having to kill every single person I ever encountered, that wasn't acceptable either. I just wouldn't do it. I wanted something better for my kids.

Sadly for my memories of Allan, I sort of... dropped his head? Little too much blood around, you understand. I winced as it hit the floor with a thud-crunch, but ran for my eggs all the same. I guess I'd have to run for my safe-house again.

A few hours later, I made it, stepping inside looking a bit more haggard than I'd been before this had all started. Streaks of gunpowder and tiny bits of lead stuck to my scales, but at least some of the blood had washed off in the rain I'd flown through on the way here.

I sighed. "Looks like I need another shower..."