She was not supposed to enjoy it.

He was not supposed to do it.

But they were breathing each other's name in a lullaby following their own natures.

She was the prey. He was the hunter.

She was the lamb and he was the wolf. But there was something in her crystal touch that put his beast in a golden cage.

When he saw her, the first time, she was alone in the wood. She was crying. It was raining.

A drop of water fell on his dark hair and down to his lip. He licked it viciously. Just a taste to hold his thirst for red, viscous fluid.

He smirked going closer. His steps like feathers on the ground.

She looked at him.

Her eyes gleamed. She remained still.

It was almost too easy. He smiled, moving slow like a feline, taking time, giving time.

She closed her eyes letting her head fall back.

He didn't like it easy.

He craved the fight, the fear, the screams.

The second time he saw her she was walking alone in the black night. Slowly pacing down the wet road.

He hid around a corner.

She met a blind alley.

A grimy man came out the dark showing off a knife.

She didn't scream.

She bent her head looking straight when his dark figure left the dark, lifting the man and painting the street in red.

She walked toward him while he licked his fangs discarding the human as an empty sack.

"Juvia isn't worthy of being saved. Juvia lost her reason to live."

He laughed "There is no salvation for me but you will be mine to consume," he said while the rain washed away his sin from the ground.

The third time she was diving into the ocean. Swallowed by black water, she let herself sink until she hit the depth. She opened her eyes seeing his wicked profile.

She moved her feet, surfacing in the light of the starry sky.

He waited on the shore following the trail of droplets on her fair skin as she walked toward him.

"Good girl," he said. "Your life is mine to end."

She trailed her finger along his hard jaw. He gripped her wrist pushing her hand down.

She let her head fall back, her veins sweetly throbbing under his eyes.

She was not supposed to do it.

He was not supposed to enjoy it.

He clenched her white neck. She clung at his shoulder gasping. Breathing.

He followed a drop of salt water rolling down her blue hair, following the blue path of her veins.

He placed his mouth on her silky skin scraping greedy with his teeth.

She moaned when his tongue licked her thin paper skin, sucking and drinking the salty water.

"Say my name," he said kissing lower.

"Gray," she breathed while a single tear rolled down her cheek.

He tugged at her hair, gripping her fragile body to make it collide with his.

Moulding together like old lovers he thrust into her being.

He remembered how it was to be alive in her loving arms.

She always had a way to illuminate his rage and even in his death, her embrace was made of gold strings to keep his demon in the cage.