They caressed sweetly, the hours had seemed to float by. No one noticing the hour…the minute…the second. His arms were wrapped around her waist protectively pulling her closer. Her arm around his neck and the other around his back. They stood without moving. Without speaking. They knew what each other were thinking. It was time to move. Time to speak. Time to go.
They had so little time, but it was something that they had to do. They broke their embrace and succumb to their responsibility. They went out. Silently into the night in which they had been brought into this war. Seemingly flying through the darkness. From rooftop to rooftop. Following their pray that had sought them out just the night before. Now it was their turn. Their guns ready. Their choice made. They leapt. Unafraid to fall. The ground meant nothing to them, merely a boundary of the past. Now they could do anything and everything they wanted. They were immortal nothing but the slight boundary of the sun could barely hurt them. The night their guide. The darkness their friend. Deathdealers their pray.
The battle ensued and blood spilt everywhere from rooftop to street. Innocents used as target practice. Enemies slain and captured. The night was theirs. For tonight, they had won. For tonight. They retreated to their home. Their only home. With the night done, they could once again caress once again look sweetly at each other with no sense of time. After all, they are the immortal they have nothing but time. Itself.