It's in every picture.
The first time you and Eddie ducked inside a photo booth. The first wedding the pair of you went to. Every holiday.
That same locket is around your neck.
It’s only now, as he watches the way you hurry around the apartment, searching under every table or chair for the missing necklace, that he thinks it might be odd.
He picks up a couch cushion, finds nothing. “I know this question might not be allowed,” Eddie starts. “But why is this necklace such a big deal?”
“It’s...” You sigh. “It’s nothing.”
“Hey.” Eddie chuckles, kneels on the floor to look under the coffee table. “I don’t mind if it’s from an old boyfriend. You can tell me.”
Suddenly, your face is in front of his, upside down. “It’s not from a boyfriend. I just...I need it.”
Eddie rises up, sits on his haunches. “Why, baby?”
You sigh, hands falling to your sides. “Without it...” There's a swirling sort of smoke that starts at your ankles and Eddie is almost afraid.
First, your eyes go dark, almost black. Then, your nails turn to claws. Your rows of white normal teeth extend into pointed fangs.
“This happens,” you finish, exasperated. “So, could you please help me look?”
Slack jawed, Eddie barely manages to nod.