She jolted upright. Why was she thinking about him, about that? She knows why, but it repulsed her. That night she let him slip through her fingers. A weakness she had never prepared for. Nor could ever control.
She knew he was the one responsible for everything, or she thought she knew. When she looked into his storming eyes, her soul knew otherwise. It was as if a piece of her, that she never knew was lost, had been found. But she had seen him before, looming above her family's cold empty bodies.
If he was what her heart is saying, why hadn't she known before then? Wasn't it said only supernaturals could be like this? Her head was filled with thoughts of him. These thoughts ranged from him dieing by her hands leaving her, in a state of dementia, both highly upset and highly extatic. To thoughts of his strong arms wrapped around her, protective and loving.
This irritaded her beyond belief. She didn't need protection, especially from him. Yet she can't help but crave him. She knows what he is, what he's done, but she couldn't shake off how she felt.
