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{This is the twelvthish chapter in a novel I am writing, please, for the time being, forgive the lack of character description. I will have the first chapter of it up soon.}


I sat out in the fields where I normally resided. It seemed quiet enough. I was watching the nocturnal meadow birds flit about in the fog that sat as delicately as I just above the grass. It was rather still for all of the life running about. I looked off towards the lake and noticed a man walking along it slowly. He had a large staff with him with miscellaneous attachments on the end. Normally the man would have served as good meal, but I was a bit tired and not too in need of food due to the binge that insufferable holy man had forced me into. I looked back into the mist and let the man walk; he didn't smell of any threat. I heard the slow approach of footsteps behind me and turned around.

"Yes?" I asked in a rather annoyed tone. Usually no one comes here so it was a basic intrusion of my space. I was immediately taken aback as I saw the face of the man who had been walking by the lake. I jumped from my spot, but didn't keep my arms close enough as one wrist was entwined in something that burned my flesh. A rather displeased look came about my face as my eyes lit up with pain; it took a lot to cause such pain. I was pulled forward forcefully and spun, my free hand entangled with my captive one behind my back.

I snarled as I struggled with the bindings that felt as if they were slicing into me. "I need to save your soul, but you escaped before I had the chance. I promised I would redeem your soul for him.."

"I wouldn't call our relationship a 'redemption of my soul'. In fact, it seems as if your's has gone a bit astray," I smirked a little as I commented.

The wire around my wrists tightened and I cringed as I realized it was silver wire burrowing and burning its way nearly to the bone. "Yes, but I am forgiven in the eyes of the Lord," he whispered to me in that consistently annoying, self-righteous tone.

"Your Lord is very discriminating. If He will not forgive me then His creation of me was in vain."

"My Lord didn't not create you, but the will of Lucifer."

"Then what does your Lord want with me?"

"Redemption." His tone was very serious, almost to the point where it wasn't at all. He pulled me along by the bindings and walked me out of my sanctuary.

His church was surprisingly close to my lake. It couldn't have taken us more than Moon's rise to get there. I could feel my innards quell and the blood race through me. The last place any of my kind wanted to be was somewhere that was actually Holy; a place thoroughly blessed with faith. Anything was fair game to sear the flesh off your bone and more. As painful as it was I struggled against the wire in hope that, as Holy as he was, would not have taken the time to study knot tying. Unfortunately the result of my attempt was just loss of precious blood and agonizing pain.

He kept a good hold on me with one hand and opened the door with the other, proceeding the throw me through it. He quickly made it inside and closed the doors. I hadn't actually seen it before, from the inside, and I must admit it was quite beautiful, though terrifying. It's like being mortal and observing different species of serpent. You want to get closer and observe and feel, but you know it will be your life if you do. I rose from my place on the ground, trying to untangle my hands; though, oddly enough, I received help from Jonathan.

With my hands free I wearily roamed the church, keeping every inch of myself in close proximity to my whole. "Where is everyone else? I expected more people for my showing."

"It's a private showing. For my eyes only," he spoke rather lucidly as he paced the floor as well, following me in a sense.

"Aren't there normally people who live here or something ridiculous of that nature?" I glanced up to the balcony, observing the delicate work of the banister.

"This is my own church. I stay here from time to time, but do not usually keep people around." He drew his left hand over the bench-ends as he walked, rolling his fingers over the ornate patterns carved into them.

"You seem like such a social person," my tone was very slightly laced with sarcasm as I stopped an met his eyes with mine.

He simply smiled and walked over to the front of the building and up the few stairs where on the platform at the top sat a large, dark wooden table that was finely cushioned on top and veiled with red velvet. He ran his hand over one of the cushions and looked back to me with a very tender smirk. I sneered slightly and started to walk towards the doors in the back. "I wouldn't bother," he called after. "You see the doors have been touched by the Lord."

I approached them and held my hand up to the door and around to the handle. I could feel my flesh grow hot and retracted it. "What is the point of that?"

"To keep things of your nature in so as they may be purged."

"You do this often then?"

"No."

"What do you do then?"

"I kill them. All I have encountered have been absolutely lost souls in carnation from Lucifer. I lure them here or force them and when they cannot escape it gives me a better chance of finishing them." He leaned against the table, his eyes scouring my body.

"Is that what you have planned for me; now that I am trapped here?" I started to pace the isle again towards the front.

"Hardly. I enjoy the company. You aren't an entirely lost cause... almost satanic by force."

"So, tell me, how do you intend to save me?" I stopped at the last pew in front of the stairs, looking up to him.

"I am going to try several methods."

"Are they similar to you previous 'methods'?"

"In ways, yes. You didn't seem to mind earlier," he grinned. I snarled a bit and slowly approached him. I stopped on the other side of the table and watched him turn around to face me.

"What am I supposed to do then?" I cautiously moved my hands towards the table, feeling for any heat. When I noticed none I proceeded to lean forward on the bench.

"Get on the table." He motioned with his head to the table, standing back and walking towards the end he wanted me at. I walked down to the end he was at and raised an eyebrow as I slightly passed him and stepped next to the edge of the table. It was about torso high and could feel my hip pressing into the edge.

I met eyes with him again with an irritated look and began with, "Provided the loss of blood I endured," I paused and left him to figure it out. He turned and walked over to a cabinet he had off to the side. He reached in a pulled out a large glass with a rather muddy substance in it. He approached me and offered it to me. I looked at it and smelled it and in response, recoiled in repulsion. "What is this?" I sounded like I was talking to a knave, which, I suppose was appropriate.

"Cow."

"How dare you. You don't have the decency to at least keep that of the humanoids you slaughter?"

"You used the last I had of it before. It's in a glass this time."

I glared slightly at him, "Why exactly should I drink this for your attempts at my redemption?"

"Because you seem to need 'redemption'." I stared at him for quite some time before I put the edge of the glass to my lips and sipped at the vile liquid. He grinned very slightly as he watched me empty the glass.

I shuddered a bit at finishing the drink trying to keep it down. I hadn't vomited in quite a very long time, and I wasn't inclined to start again some time soon. I leaned back into the table letting it filter through me; my body was even repulsed. "I expect better next time."

"I know," he whispered as he fiddled with my cloak pin, removing the garment from me. He set to work on my vest and soon after worked at the laces on my shirt. I leaned back more letting him work, exhaling heavily. Breathing wasn't necessary, but it made it seem less odd in public and wasn't something I wanted to worry about forgetting to do.

He slid my vest and shirt back off my shoulders down to my wrists, trailing his fingers back up my arms and to my neck. I leaned my head back more and closed my eyes. I often found myself thankful that I kept myself so well that my nerve endings didn't die off and this was certainly a wonderful reason to be thankful. He drew his nails along my collarbone and flattened his hands against my chest.

"Your flesh looks so flawless." He ran his thumbs over the elevation of muscle from the middle of my chest up onto my left pectoral; he repeated that action and matched it with the other hand.

"I've always been quick to dodge." I flinched a bit with his actions and more when he brushed his palm over the bud of raised skin. I opened my eyes and stared out into the dimly moon-lit room behind me. He moved in closer to me and laced one of his legs between mine. He ran his nails over the end of nerves and made my skin crawl a bit. It was always odd being around him, especially with him. He always made me feel so much more mortal than I logically knew I was. The emotion and sensitivity he invoke in me I suppose; things I almost lost after so long.

His tongue found its way to replace his nails and my eyes shut tight as the rest of my body tensed up towards him. He intricately played with me and on such a simple thing. I relaxed a bit into my arms that were locked against the bench and slightly bound by my garb. As soon as he noticed his other hand glided down to my groin and took a grasp on it. My body lurched forward and I hazily frowned at him. I could see him smirk as he pulls me forward by the shoulder.
He placed his hands at my belt and unfastened it flawlessly, sliding my breeches down to my feet where he proceeded to remove my boots as well. He slithered back up me, grazing my protruding phallus with his rough clothing causing me to wince and step back into the table. He approached and lifted me up onto the table, pushing the rest of my body down onto it. My shirt and vest, which were mostly around my arms, made their way up to my shoulders again as I lay my arms off to either side of me.

A hiss and cuff clenching followed attention that was plentifully given to my nethers. His languid tongue played strange symphonies of delight across the needing audience of my skin. My nails fidgeted constantly with the cuffs of my sleeves, my hips attempting to gyrate underneath him. He grasped each side and held them firmly, pressing his thumbs into the muscle surrounding the area, taking the whole of me as far into his mouth as he could. I shuddered hard and forced myself to speak. "Is thi-s entirely... necessary?"

He remove himself from enveloping me to answer, "No, but I find it amusing."

"This isn't part of the process, I believe."

"Do you not like it?" He placed a fast lap upon the underside.

I choked a bit on my next breath. "I don't mind, but I don't want you doing unnecessary work."

I felt his presence leave, and I looked up to see where he went. I looked around and could not see him, but heard him as he moved behind me. He took my left wrist and fastened it to the corresponding post of the table above my head. I looked back and watching him work on the other. I gave him a curious look and he responded, "In case your soul reacts badly and influences your body. I don't want any problems."

"Indeed." I let him work and sighed, watching him walk around towards my dangling legs. He grasped my hips and pulled them forward until they were barely on the edge of the table and the cloth binding me grew taut.

I looked up with lightly glazed eyes and watched him unfasten his belt and withdrew himself from the lowered edge. He reached under the table and pulled out a cup which he dipped his fingers into and painted over my blood induced tumescence. I laid my head back into the rather comfortable cushions. I could hear him decorate himself and progress his vigor. Time always seemed to slow down during our interludes. I'm not sure if my soul was growing closer to reaching a more "pious" state or if the sensation was so overwhelming it manipulated my perception of reality. Either way I appreciated the more time we seemed to have.

He caressed my lowers with the warm oil in preparation for him. I was a bit worried that he was not taking the time to make it more comfortable for me, but perhaps it was in his plan. His strokes came a bit harder after a while and it seemed to help. I didn't look at him as I could feel him press against me. A groan tumbled out of my mouth as he began to penetrate me. My body locked up and unconsciously writhed against him, at first trying to escape. He firmly seized my hips again and almost uncontrollably bucked into me. As a low, smothered grunt escaped him I proceeded to cry out in terrible agony.

In the midst of the searing pain I could feel that he immediately stuck the nerve collection lodged in me. I nearly wept in aggravation and torment. His fingers dug burrows into my hide as he withdrew himself slowly. I howled again, hoping it would give some relief, but I soon found myself writhing as I could down onto his manhood. I struggled against the ties and his hands and to almost no avail, but he seemed to understand.

Tears began to make their way down the side of my face and into my hair as he pushed into me. He waited a bit before he retracted again, allowing my regeneration to start up. It did well with that and my body readapted to his girth invading me. He poured more oil onto the junction of himself and me and pushed in a bit faster. A guttural moan rolled over my tongue as he established a rhythm with me. My body, as tense as it was, though loosening, was rather fluid to him. I had been involved with affairs in my mortal time, but nothing ever like him. Perhaps it was the emotion he brought out in me. Every other time was just an escape overnight, but this, this was incredible. It had to be my hate for him or perhaps my lust. The secrecy as well; it was all so thrilling. My mind lit up with a rather brilliant flash of tingling sensation. My breath caught in my throat as he must have known he had found what he was looking for. My body rocked forward against him, trying with all of my might to force him back into me, to ignite that sensation in me just, if only, once more.

A low cry blossomed from chest as he leaned forward and grabbed the sides of the table, thrusting excruciatingly deep into my pale flesh; the carnality of it all mesmerizing me into a near deluded state. The force behind him began to push me up onto the table more, which he remedied by clutching my thighs and heaving me back off the table as far as my arms would allow. The cries that would randomly escape me grew higher in pitch and almost reached weapon status. It felt as if something was pulling out of my chest every time I screamed.

My eyes found his and he stared very intensely at me, very observant for the state we were in. He clenched his teeth as my body contracted around him and forced himself into me harder. I thrashed against the cloth holding my arms and grew aggravated enough to combust the binding. I immediately grasped his shoulders, my nails piercing through his clothing. He growled and reached for my hips again, quickening his pace. I writhed my body against his, forcing him farther in as my lower abdomen quelled. He grasped my aching protrusion with his right hand and brought me to my climax, driving it harshly out of me and onto my chest.

I shivered rigidly as he did so, cutting into his shoulders and constricting his invasion; a shrill wail echoed through the church. A heavy groan followed as he pumped himself into me, unleashing his holy seed into me. I looked to him as beads of sweat made their way down his face, glistening in the pale light. I exhaled slowly and he looked to my eyes lazily. My lips twitched a bit and almost made it to a smirk, but he dropped his focus to my chest where he proceeded to lap up some of what was still waiting. I huffed as he did so; I appreciated the attention to the rest of my skin. He slid himself out of me and I hissed, my legs falling from his thighs to the edge of the table.

He pulled a cotton cloth from the table behind him and cleaned himself, myself following. I watched him carefully draw the cloth across my chest and stomach. He did it with such focus; it seemed odd. "It seems strange to me that I do not cause your flesh to burn." He continued to diligently clean.

"I suppose. I wouldn't imagine you've blessed your staff. Or perhaps I'm purer that you think," I sneered.

He looked up and to the cloth. I think I'll need to rise you off. It seemed so nonchalant until I saw him approach one of the fonts hanging on the wall. He dipped a cup in and walked back over, picking up another cloth on his way. My eyes turned fierce and I sat up, my spine curved in malcontent as he approached. He just grinned and continued to walk. I opened my mouth in a warning to my next move, my teeth flashing in the light. He stopped and stared, his hand tight on the cup.

"If you're so pure than you wouldn't mind," he remarked in a rather callous tone.

"I can bathe in normal water. Not that tainted by your miscreant lord." He frowned deeply and threw the water from the cup towards me. I rolled back as quickly as I could, some of it catching my hands and scalding through the skin. I screamed and clenched my hands, holding them close to my chest. I stepped back off of the table and walked around to the side of it. I looked up to Jonathan, my eyes in a flare.

"It seems your not as clean as you think," he said mockingly.

I inhaled softly, "One would assume not after touching you." I spread my hands out trying to reduce the pain.

"I don't recall you touching me with the backs of your hands," he indicated them with the cup.

I clenched and unclenched my hands again. "Indeed. Well, I take satisfaction in the fact tht you are, at least, now tainted by my flesh."

"On the contrary, my soul is still mortal and forgiven." He walked back over to the font and took another cup. He slowly made his way back to his former position and tilted his head up, pouring the liquid over his face and down through his clothed form.

"Of course. You'll still have to do a good amount of praying for Him to let you in, though. After this I mean," I indicated my body with a slight downward gesture of my hand.

He simpered and strolled towards me. I stepped backwards with every one he took forwards, unsure of what he had in store next. "What's wrong? You were so willing to be close a little while ago."

"Of course, but you've had your use of me today and I'm not looking for another session of agony," I growled as I stopped at the bottom of the stairs. He approached in affirmative steps until he was a few inches away.

"What are you going to do now?" He inquired, his nose almost touching mine.

"I could kill you. That would make my life easier."

"Ah yes, but," he wiped his hands off with the cloth and placed one of my hip as the other grasped my groin, "what would you do without this?"

I winced a bit, mostly fearful of his caustic clothing reaching my skin. "It's been several hundred years. I think I could wait again."

"Could you?" He fidgeted with my nethers, causing them to tingle once more. My face twitched a bit as he did, blood beginning to quicken through my body.

"I... believe so," I whispered as my teeth began to ache. My mouth stayed slightly parted as my desire to bite him again grew. I'm not sure what it was or how he did it. I've never yearned for anyone like him, or did I want to keep them alive as I did so. He continued to manipulated my loins as well as move his hand from my hip to my shoulder, lapping at the raised flesh upon my upper body. I clenched my teeth as his fingers played my phallus to cantilever.

His hand on my shoulder glided down my arm, pushing the remaining clothing down to my wrists again. My knees began to give way and I sank to the floor, followed by him. He pushed me back into the stairs, my hands entwined in the curve of my back and what remained of my clothing. He spread my legs apart and set himself between them, drawing his nails lightly up and down my thighs.

"Are you sure you could do without this for the rest of your life?" He rested his palms on the top of my thighs, his thumb and forefinger laced across my hip joint.
"I'm sure I would find another," I glanced to him and watching him hazily.

"Another like me? It seems you couldn't in the centuries you've been around."

"You give yourself too much credit."

"Then get up and leave." I was quiet. He was right, though I hated it. Though it had been centuries, in my mortal times I had never experienced anything like what he instilled in me.

"I can't get out," was my simple answer.

"I'll open the door." He got up and walked to the other end of the building, opening the large doors. I laid there, thinking. It's not that I didn't want to leave, I just seemed to want to stay more. I heard the door close and his footsteps approach. I looked over to my right saw him standing by the closest pew. I sat up and slid my shirt and vest off, standing and walking over to him.

I leered at him and reached out to touch him, realizing quickly that he was still wet. I began to pull my hand back, but had it caught by his own. No words were spoken. They didn't need to be. He threw me to the stairs and undressed, drying off his skin from the corrosive liquid. I could feel my heart beat a couple of times as I watched him in the moonlight. He was beautiful for his kind, especially in a particular area. He lifted his fingertips to his tongue, running them along the tip and bringing them down to the underside of his member, stroking it fondly.

I couldn't help but part my legs a bit, beckoning him to me. I couldn't take the cold much longer. He smiled a bit sinisterly and walked over to get the oil. I followed silently and came up behind him, grabbing him around the waist. He shivered against my cold skin and grasped my hands. I drew patterns on his shoulders with my tongue, my canines craving to wound the delicate tissue.

"I must taste you again," I purred in his ear. He pulled away from me and turned to face me.

"I don't think that's wise," he replied. I raised and eyebrow to him. "I don't entirely trust you won't kill me this time."

"I'm sure we've finished this discussion. I don't need you for this," I drew my nails across this neck, "but for this." My hand migrated down to his prominence.

He grabbed my hand firmly and held it still. "I am aware, but I still do no think it wise. How about we just go with this?" He stepped to me and reached his hands around to grasp my back-end, his notability pressing against my stomach.

I hissed quietly, "Or how about this?" I curled my nails onto his chest, drawing them down at a curved angle, effortlessly slicing lines in the skin. He growled and seized my wrist, glaring at me slightly. I smiled coyly and ran my tongue coquettishly along the lines. His rich blood ran over my tongue and into my mouth. I ran it around in my mouth, melting in the luscious taste.

My absorption was broken by a hand clutching my jaw. "Are you better now?" His tone sounded more impatient that irritated. I nodded and he grinned darkly, taking my left wrist and leading me to the stairs.

I chuckle a bit and forced my hand to become as intangible as it could, slipping from his grasp. He stopped and looked back as I disappeared among the pews. He snarled deeply as he stood on the steps, scanning the area of the room. "I was going to be romantic about it, but if it's a hunt you want, then when I catch you I will be less than merciful like I am to the rest of your kin."

I watched his feet from under the pews as he paced the room. I moved in accordance to his location and tried to keep as quiet as I could. He made it to the side of the room I started out on and I to the opposite. I stood up and laughed. "You cannot capture shadows."

"You also cannot bring shadows to heights of pleasure." He approached me and I slipped into the pews again, making my way around and under them. I stopped under one near the large front doors and scanned the floor, but did not see him. I slipped out and stood, looking around the empty chamber. I heard something behind me, but was too late to react as I was grabbed and tossed into the door between the two vitriolic handles; they were but inches away from either side of me. I looked up and he was quickly upon me, one hand pressed to my abdomen and teeth at my neck. He pushed his pelvis firmly against mine, biting down on my neck. I stifled a grunt as he did so, lapping at the wound he induced.

He stepped back, but quickly tossed me over one of the pews. I grabbed the back of the bench that was digging into my stomach and tried to push myself up, only to have a force keep me down. I felt a chilled liquid pour over the part of my lower back and run down. I gasped, which was strange, and tried to force myself up, which was futile.

A sharp cry emanated from me as he thrust into me until his hips collided with me. He paused for a second and sighed gruffly, his grasp on my hips tightening. I could feel my chest tightening with pain and anticipation of such. He pulled out of me and thrust in again just as hard as before and repeated this. Every time he thrust in the air in my lungs was forced out in what sounded like panting as he hit.

I reached forward to stabilize myself by holding the edge of the seat as he drove into me. I could barely keep a grip on it as I was torn away and pulled back into him, his teeth finding my neck again and driving in. I reached back and dug my nails into his thighs, which caused him to thrust harder, throwing my hips into the pew in front of them. I whimpered from it all and he snickered, releasing my skin. "I warned you about playing games."

I couldn't form any other sound except choked mewls as his hand made its way around the front of my neck, his thrusts ceasing for now. "Did you think it was a jest?" I opened my eyes slightly, lines running down from them. I was surprised my body was still producing water. I guess I had never been in such a torrent of stimulation that my body felt the need to.

He pulled out of me, which was a pain all its own, and threw me to my knees. I landed on all fours, barely able to support my weight right now; I had never felt so mortal, even when I had been. I could feel his presence behind me and soon in me once again as he forced himself through my torn flesh.

He held my thighs firmly and continued his work on me, striking that collection of nerves embedded in me. That almost hurt in itself; it was so powerful. Sultry moans tumbled over my lips and onto the floor along with my chest. I let my eyes fall closed, the pain dissipating in the presence of the other sensations he injected into me. I felt him remove himself again and small whimpers grew again, though soon remedied as he spun me around and sat me upon his lap.

My forehead fell to his shoulder as he thrust into me once again, keeping a tenderly rhythmic pace. He kept a firm grip on my hindquarters as his speed increased, my manhood rubbing against the ridges of his abdominal muscles. I shuddered against him as brought about my orgasm, his grip on me tightening, the end result leaping to his chest.

He continued to drive into me, it growing increasingly difficult to stay in that position for him. Eventually the satisfactory bloom of heat inside me allowed me to rest against him. My chin sat on his left shoulder, our loins still quivering in the presence of one another. My hands stayed upon his biceps as his hands palmed my haunches. We sat like that for quite some time. I guess pondering in synchronism the oddity of our relationship, our existence, our interaction. It all was so strange, as if a curse on our souls to be of such different natures but needing each other.

He nuzzled his face against mine and I pulled back from his shoulder to see his eyes. He looked very calm, calmer than I had ever seen him. I looked very carefully over his eyes to see if I could determine anything from them. They almost glowed as the light from the planet behind us shined directly on us. He seemed to be examining my mind as well, but changed his focus to my shoulder as my pale skin gleamed in the light. He ran his fingers over in, smiling softly. He sighed slightly, "It's terrible really, you and I."

"What do you mean?" I turned to my right and watched him observe my shoulder.

"I mean how conflicted our lives are. I should kill you," he breathed, meeting my gaze again. I tilted my head back and began to slide off of him, gliding to the floor in front of him in the path of the moonlight.

"Then go ahead," I replied in the same tone. I closed my eyes and turned my head off to the side, my arms up by my head to leave my chest exposed. He pet my legs again and sighed heavily.

"Perhaps I just think you're worth trying to save," he murmured

"I'm not. You cannot redeem my soul or change my nature, which is what I think you're really trying to do. My soul is forgiven if I stop killing people, but that is my death. I wish not to die. I'm sorry." I kept my eyes closed, basking in the radiance.

"Self-preservation is the motivation behind life, so I suppose it's not your fault. You are, in absolution, cursed; the curse is broken through specific death." He seemed rather reflective in his voice. I looked up to him and his expression matched. He was staring at me, but at nothing as well.

He placed his hands on my stomach and ran them up and down my torso, meticulously fondling ever inch of what he could. "Even if you are born of Lucifer, I suppose that makes you of God. I suppose that means I can let you live for now. I am not supposed to destroy those which still possess souls, despite how corrupt. And I couldn't imagine destroying something so beautiful."

I smiled softly and stretched, eyeing his expression, which was still mostly fixated on my body. I tilted my head back and realized the moon was losing its luminescence. "As much as I appreciate you gawking at me, I really must get somewhere dark to rest. It's been a long evening."

He glanced to my eyes and exhaled, picking me up around the ribs and standing up. I found my footing and stepped back, wincing at my now slicked chest. He chuckled, "Let me show you to my bed."

I nodded and followed him into a room a hallway down from the main chamber. It was rather nice and warmly decorated. It had a fairly good sized bed with a soft rouge colored spread. The walls were brushed with autumn colors and the couple of tables looked like maple. He led me over to the bed and pulled back the covers. I hesitantly reached for the bed, making sure I wasn't going to burst into flames. "Nothing in here should cause you harm," he said comfortingly.

"Are you going to stay with me?" I sat down on the bed, trailing my hands over the sheets.

"I suppose I don't have anything to do for a while." He sat down next to me and traced my form again.

"I don't suppose you'll let me out tomorrow." I turned to watch his hand.

"Not in the least. I may not kill you, but I am afraid I cannot allow you to go about killing." I fixed myself into the bed, laying on my stomach, my eyes examining his structure as he moved. He smirked to me and laid on his side. "I wish I had more endurance. This light makes your absolutely gorgeous." He reached out a hand to my face, stroking it gently.

"I prefer the dark," I muttered. He chuckled and turned over, blowing out the candle. "Thank you."