((...I like this song, don't j u d g e m e- and it fits- a l o t-)) "You are the prey; I am the predator. You, the stag; I, the hunter. You, the merciful; I, the merciless. You, the emotional; I, the emotionless. Those are the natural rules- nay- /laws/ that I follow. What makes you think you could possibly be an exception?" "...I was... never given a name." "Shhh... I am /well/ aware of what I'm doing. Your only job now is to still, and pray I don't feel like taking a bite myself." "Must you always be so... loud?" "Do not speak. Do not scream. Breathe if you must. Press your cranium against my ribcage- yes, like that. And, whatever you may do, make no sudden movement." "That feeling is... more than tempting to me. Desirable. Humans do not describe the feeling of desire well enough- for they have never felt /true/ desire. Desire is a passion that surpasses the physical being and transfers to the pits of the spiritual; it is unavoidable, indestructible, and burns with a passion stronger than that of a million of even the most remarkable humane ones. Whether for better or for worse, I desire you." "...I... see. You do not request to feel my presence again? You no longer wish for me to cradle you in my arms? To defend you from the danger at hand? To love and care for you, as a brother would his sister? To plant upon you a kiss that, despite meaning your doom, you clearly find enjoyable?... Very well, then. I bid you adieu, beloved. Perhaps, in another existence, we will be more compatible in your soul's eyes." "A kill is never a mistake. Remember that." "Your defenses are nothing extraordinary. It's pathetic, really, how highly you esteem yourself." "Alive?... No. Never again. I was robbed of the right of life. The opportunity was pried from my claws before I even had the chance to relish in its radiant glow. Deem yourself lucky to be alive; for the existence you value so little could be ripped from your grasp just as mine had. Then, and only then, will you comprehend my pain. Then, and only then, can you earn the right to demand that I 'look alive'." "Your kind has... never seen me as 'attractive' to their standards, beloved. That was, until you decided to love the unlovable; to climb the unclimbable slope. I should be endlessly grateful. I should weep at your feet in joy and thank you with howls of delight. However, my suspicion exceeds me. Why? Why throw away your mortal existence? Why abandon all human urges for a monster? The questioning is driving me mad, beloved. I wish for answers; if I am not to earn my rightful claim of information, then I may do things I will remorse for the rest of my existence. Today, rather than begging you, I ask you- as an equal- to answer me. Answer me so that I mustn't force it from your lips, as my instincts demand me to. Prove them wrong. Speak."
