He knew who she was, and why she was after him. It's been eight years. Last time he saw her she was a ten year old girl watching her world crumble around her.
She accused him for what happened. Given the way it looked, he didn't blame her. He was trying to stop a level X who'd gone on a spree. He had arrived too late. Her parents and older sister were layed carelessly on the kitchen floor; drained.
He looked at her appreciating the woman she's become. She wasn't like any other women he had ever layed eyes upon. Not in all his long existence. Her hair was a braided rope of raven black that when light hit, it would shine purple and red in perfect harmoney.
Her skin ivory and porcelain. He caught himself imagining brushing his fingers against the soft warmness of her cheek. Her frame was slender and feminine, but he knew how powerful she was and how her appearance was 'misleading'.
He looked into her eyes. Everything froze. Her eyes, a velvet violet with specks of silver. He felt everything fall into place. "Why?! She wants me dead!"
