Two Shapes, One Body-preface

I visited my grandparents in Seattle almost every summer since I left when I was five-years-old. It was always same-old, same-old: visit the family, hang out with my cousins, help my dad out at work, see old friends... bla, bla, bla. Sure, it's great to reunite, I guess, but not when you follow the same cycle and do all the same stuff. It wasn't going to be different than any other summer, or so I thought until I met him. The guy/thing that would change my life and ultimately end it.
My love for him never stopped, even when he was in his horrid shape.
Hewalked over to me with warm eyes, ready to give me a kiss. My last kiss. One that would steal the life and soul out of me..
He gently whispered in my ear, "I love you."
A tear shed from his eye as he changed to a demon. I struggled a bit, but I let him have me. It was impossible to escape. Our lips touched.