Bow Before The Lord Marshal

Confusion

   It had been weeks... months even, since you'd seen Vaako. You were stuck on bed rest until your leg was healed, and you were becoming extremely restless. The Healers would come in to care, and check up on you, but The Lord Marshal had not done such since that day you two kissed.
   It had angered you. A deep hate was taking root, and you knew it was stupid, but you were also sad. Some nights you felt tears, and other nights you wanted to scream. Although you hadn't seen The Lord Marshal, you knew he had come by to check on you. He must've learned your sleep patterns because his scent would be strong when you woke up.

   Something else had happened to you after that day. Your Furyan senses had become stronger and more focused. Your sense of smell was so strong that you knew the Healers were coming into the chambers. You could also hear the scrapping of metal from the Necromonger soldiers outside in the halls of the ship. Your sight had also heightened as well. The dim room wasn't so dim to you anymore. It was like something had woken up, and was free from its cage of darkness.

   When you were finally able to walk and move around, you left The lord Marshal's chambers. You couldn't stand being in the place anymore, and your want to escape had begun to take hold again. Limping slightly, you walked over to your chambers. Opening the door, you snuck inside. You were in the place you'd become the most comfortable with.
   However, something seemed off. There was someone in your old chambers, and you immediately lowered yourself. Like an animal stalking its prey, you crawled along the floor and crept around. The scent was familiar, but there were also the scents of others, so it was hard to single out who it may be.
   Slowly, you crept toward your bedroom, and when you got there you were surprised. The Lord Marshal stood in the middle of your room. His back was to you, and his head was tilted down. Curiosity kept you silent, and you examined the room. It was mostly empty, except for the mattress of your bed. The dim corners didn't house any of your items, and anger began to creep through you.
  
   Suddenly, The Lord Marshal took a deep breath, and he lifted his head. Looking toward the one window of the room, he sighed. Slowly, he walked over towards the window. The light of nearby stars illuminated his face. You felt your body relaxing, and your eyes focusing on The Lord Marshal.
   His hazel eyes gleamed in the light. You thought of the golden flecks of color they held within them. There was something about his silence, and his stature that made him seem... sad. It was as if he was reflecting on something, and yet he stood, bathed in a soft light, as if he were regretting something. He still had no clue you were there, or well, that's what you thought.

   Continuing to stare into the vastness of space, The Lord Marshal turned his eyes toward you. Holding still, you hoped that he couldn't see you in the dim light. He kept looking at you, and you knew he could see you. Not a word was being said, but the message was clear: "I'm sorry for what I've done to you."
   Your eyes watered a little, and you slowly stood up. He was reflecting on his choices. His desperate desire that caused him to convert you, the lust he used to agitate and confuse you, and the longing that caused him to kiss you. It was all written on his face, and within his eyes. A Necromonger, The Lord Marshal at that, was capable of feeling sympathy.

   An animal instinct within you caused you to slowly walk toward him. Part of you wondered if he held a similar instinct to yours. He held his head up in a dominant manner, and it caused you to keep yours lowered. His power, and dominance, was causing your instincts to react accordingly.

"I can see it in your face," you whispered softly. "You feel bad."

   Turning his head, Vaako looked out the window once again.

"I feel... responsible for you," he stated slowly. "I feel like an animal waiting for its prey to come within range."

He looked back at you, and his eyes appeared darker than before.

"I only feel it around you... little one."

   Chills began to creep down your spine, and you crept closer to him. It was as if it was a dangerous game of cat and mouse. All of your anger and hate had been forgotten within moments, and now, you were like an animal. The prey that wanted to be caught by the predator.
    Quickly, you turned your eyes to the floor. You heard his boots scrape on the hard ground as he closed the space between the two of you. His breath was hot against the top of your head, and you felt him lower his head till his lips were next to your ears.

"I want to devour every bit of you," he whispered.

   Taking a deep breath, you felt the hair on the back of your neck to stand on end and chills ran down your spine. His hot breath travelled down to the side of your neck, and you felt his lips touch your skin. Nervous breaths began to escape you as he traced a path from your neck up to your ear with his lips.
   Slowly, he pulled away, and you looked up at him. His pupils were blown wide till his eyes almost appeared black. It was obvious that he was restricting himself, and you could feel the tension in his body. It was as if he was confused, and unsure of how to react to your actions.

   The predator was afraid of his prey.