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Again she thought she was alone but she was not. The silly girl really did not have what it takes to be a true assassin as I. I was the epitome of grace, of wellbeing, of superiority. Yet she was everything that I was not and to say that I was not intrigued would have been a lie. The girl was a headache, a nuisance and her ever increasing time spent with those damned creatures further confirmed my suspicions that she was beneath me in mind as well. But why did that assessment hurt me? Why did I care what she did and why in the hell did I always follow her?! Well to make sure she stays out of trouble of course. Yes this is why I keep tabs on her, why I stalked her when she slipped over the borders to her home unnoticed. Why I inhaled her scent like it was a lifeline, why I wished to run my perfect snowy pelt against her dirty muddy brown one that shimmered as the sun rose to its fullest. Good health radiating from her like a beacon, her perfume clinging to the stalks of grass like cookie crumbs. MY LETUM I was becoming AZRAEL! With a decided flick of my well sculpted crown I push these thoughts aside as deep cerulean eyes watch her bound atop the rock with such ease my heart aches. I fight the desire to accompany her, feeling that it would be too pushy. WHAT THE HELL? With gritted teeth I ignore that and launch myself upon it as well, landing so that I am straddling her prone form, my front paws on either side of her head and my left paw barely touching the soft down of her belly. I can feel each breath she will take, I can feel her heat and I want to lower myself, to drown in her scorching fire. Instead I sneer and lean my head down, my breath warm on her face. ”You never made for an assassin.” My words are laced with disdain and I quickly move before she is able to land a kick to my own belly. Even though such a move would invite a tussle which wouldn’t be half bad. ”May I ask what it is that drives you to sneak away and seek solace?” I settle upon my haunches, eyeing her as if she has done something wrong. However I am truly curious. If she was to really look into my eyes she could probably see the indecision brewing upon the calm waters. If she truly saw my body she could see that I was fighting to give the illusion of calm, that I was rigid an on edge. I was losing it and did not know what to do. Did not know who to turn to and did not know if I really wanted to out this secret. I was a God. Put on this earth for other’s to worship. So why did she unnerve me so? |