[ WP ] Your SO is acting suspiciously and you suspect that he/she is cheating on you . You investigate , and find out she is n't cheating , but doing things far beyond human comprehension .

As a young man, I had foolishly believed that love could conquer all. Yes, such a feminine idea, but I was gay. I guess that should n't matter much, but it does play to this tune. 
 
 When I was about twenty-seven, I met a man several years older than me. He was everything I was n't: charming, soft-spoken, funny, attractive. It was no wonder that I fell for him as hard as I did. But it came as a shock to everyone, myself included, when he rejected me only twice before coming to my side one night, asking why I had stopped asking for his company. 
 
 After several months, we had become inseparable. Two years later, we had handfasted. When gay marriage became legal two more years after that, we married. When he moved into my house, however, everything seemed to change. And it was n't for the best. 
 
 He became colder than ever, and was rarely home. When he was, he was either angry, or preoccupied most of the time. We rarely dined together, or shared a bed, or even spoke any more. I could not fathom why things had gone so sour so fast. So, I began to snoop. One day, finally, I found a book in a secret compartment in his writing desk. What I read, I could n't believe. 
 
 My lover, my husband, was trying to start a war between anthromorphs, vampires and djinn. I could n't believe it. My husband had gone insane. And from the dates in the journal, it had been a long, slow progress. I was kicking myself for not seeing the signs sooner, for not seeing that the man I loved was in desperate need of help. 
 
 I wanted to confront him, albeit gently, with my new knowledge, but I thought it would be safer if I followed him to one of his `` meetings'' to get video and audio evidence of whatever delusions he was suffering from. 
 
 I could not believe my eyes when I saw the tall, dark figure approach him from the woods, only his eyes showing in the moonlight. Glowing a soft amber, his eyes seemed to see everything and nothing, all at once, without moving. He raised his head and sniffed, and looked right at me. The last thing I remember before this pain came over me are leering red eyes looming over me, closer and closer, and two small pricks against my jugular.
