Living on borrowed light...

The predator, the prey -Two hearts begin beating in unison, a possibility that was simply unheard of. Like a mirror of sorts, they recognize a similar darkness swirling between them. Her light, as bright as it was, was tainted with her own brand of darkness, and despite her imperfections, she was still bright enough to stun him out of his slumber like existence for a moment. Within the corners his everlasting numbness, however, was a secret, a hidden thirst that was never quenched, an empty coldness never shaken, that only he and his victims knew. When one day, between a desperate bout of adrenaline, that exchange of power occurs, and suddenly he feels. He feels that coldness subside, he feels another's soul beneath him for the very first time. But along with the feeling of life, the fear follows quickly behind it. How did I allow us to get here? - They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and his soul, was of cold cobalt seas, that drowned all victims who were foolish enough to try and swim. - Her soul, was of warm honey browns, that penetrated right through him, she saw who he really was, yet, she stood still, her light was some how burrowing through his cold heart, but for how long? She was beginning to disgust him. But was it really her he was disgusted with? Or was he disgusted with himself for what was beginning to form, for what he was finding himself allow? They say the light always wins... But does it? - Life can change on a dime, and long with it, everything you thought you knew.