Her image remains traps within his eyes as sheís sleeping.
His little angel of deceit.
With soft skin and a beautiful body, heís hungry for her blood.
Heís hungry for her heart.
But there next to her is that man, nay, Elven that already has it.
He takes a step back where no one and hurt him, he gazes at her body.
His eyes leaving a burning trail of lust pooling in his gut.
She shivered, from cold maybe, or is it his aura she senses.
Dark, and cold with pain of a thousand nights alone, a thousand lives drained.
He preserved their memories, even had their pains.
She started to cry, curled up into a ball when the Elven stirred and embraced her.
She beat him in her sleep, as he stroked her hair, calling her back from the land of nightmares.
And she woke up, sobbing into his chest.
He understood the extent of the manís love for her, the strong woman she is, so vulnerable in her dreams.
He pities her pain, knowing full well that he could take it away.
The only problem was she didnít know he was offering.