The Shadow's Sacrifice

The shadows darkened around me. She licked her lips in anticipation. She could smell him, such exotic spices. She felt me screaming at her to stop before it was too late. Begging her to let me regain control over us. She was too gone far to pay me any mind.
She felt his presence come closer, making our mouth water with the imagining of his taste. He would be delicious, better than anything else we’ve tasted.
Another voice joined me in my pleas, my barely heard pleas. The voice helped me try to reason with her, make her see that this was wrong. For a split second She became undecided; for a split second She lost sight of what She wanted. And during that split second I made her realize what was going to happen if she went on with her plan. What She would lose if She attacked now.
She made her choice.
She allowed me to push her back, letting me take control again. She knew it wasn’t her time yet.
I will be waiting, She whispered as we traded places.
I opened my eyes and smiled at the face that haunted my dreams. I traced the contours of his face with my eyes, just before I felt an exhausted sleep pull at me. I struggled against it. No, I said to it. Just a little longer. Let me hear what he’s saying. Please.
Rest, crooned the predator inside me. You will see him again. He is yours.
Yes, I agreed. He is, isn’t he? And with that thought in mind, I allowed myself to become unconscious.