Dark Sentinel

Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to meditate when you're murdering someone

There was a moment of silence. Something velvety brushed along the walls of his mind. A caress. The beauty of it was in such stark contrast to the ugliness of the torment he suffered. He felt her there with him.

You are safe, Lorraine. You will always be safe from me. You are the one person in this world I could never harm for any reason.

He knew he would always be obsessed, would always crave her taste.

She was strong. She had embraced his world. His soul was intact, and that mattered to him. Living mattered to him.

He was beginning to fall for her hard. It had nothing to do with her looks, and everything to do with her intellect and brightness.

Women were different. They no longer were satisfied having a man care for them. He has no idea to do with a modern women. Contemplating his demise seemed much wiser than trying to understand the reasoning of a present-day woman.

You still have three gaping wounds in your body, yet the first thing you're thinking about is getting me naked, you are such a man!" He inclined his his head, "Thank you for the compliment

And you attacked them with that saucepot. Seriously, csecsemo, I wouldn't try that again. I can see you are determined to learn to fight these creatures, and I am trying my best to look at all the reasons why it is a good idea that you do learn, but saucepots are out.

I'm on a journey seeking personal enlightenment, and you are disturbing my aura of love.

and you, lying there, deciding whether or not you have had enough of life? What is wrong with you? Life is to be cherished. Not thrown away

So beautiful." He murmured the words aloud. He thought them in his head. Tucked them somewhere close. Her hair was beautiful, but so was her soul. That half she unknowingly held for him, it was beautiful as well. So much light in so small a package.

You think I was out here debating whether or not to end my life because I was wounded and in pain, but that wasn't the reason. I had given up all hope of finding the woman meant for me. I was no longer certain I could endure loneliness without her.

Staying strong for our people. Staying strong to keep the demon inside. Staying strong for her. Only her." Those last two words of his code- his vow- said everything. Every wound he had suffered in battle, every time he had to kill an old friend or relative, every night he'd risen and endured the gray void, was for her.

He'd searched the world over for his lifemate, the woman holding the other half of his soul, the light to his darkness. She didn't exist. It was that simple. She didn't exist.

We take happiness when and where we can get it. One has nothing to do with the other. you know that. Intellectually, you know that is the truth. One can still be grieving and yet have a moment of shared laughter or passion. There is no guilt in living when you have lost so much. You live for them. You make your life count. You live to keep their memory alive. You live for yourself. It's all wrapped up together. We are part of the universe and it is vast. We are small, insignificant in the tapestry, yet we are there. A part of something larger. One false pull of that thread and everything could unravel.

Never think for one moment that you are not my choice. That you are not in my heart. I cannot see anything or anyone but you.

The last child is secure. The phrase to remove him from the safety circle is Curious George likes his bike.

He liked her little glare. It made him feel as if they were a couple who had been together for a long time and she felt comfortable with him. If he didn't live through the following day, he had this with her.

He remained silent, and the compulsion to look at him grew until she couldn't stand it. Her gaze met his and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Those eyes were every bit as hypnotic as his voice.

No matter how many times she went over what had happened, she couldn't stop the horrible emptiness that sat in her like a giant, gaping hole.

She didn't want to go up to him and find him dead. She'd found enough dead people, their bodies soaking in bright red blood. Who knew there was so much blood in the human body? Or that it could be so sticky and get everywhere?