He remembers the night she died.
He remembers how he craved it. The thrill of the hunt was almost too much to endure as he easily took down the weaklings that blocked him from his prey.
The intensity in her eyes almost made him doubt his intentions.
She wielded a weapon unlike any he could master, but it wasn't enough to pose him a threat.
He couldn't resist the way his hands sought to destroy her petite frame.
And when her sky coloured hair was matted red he stopped to view his masterpiece.
Her silence bothered him, despite her broken bones her amber eyes still glared.
Silence that almost cut through him haunted his soul.
Late at night when he dreams she's there.
Sometimes it's a sweet dream and she calls his name in that beautiful voice she has.
Other times he can't stop the scene where his breaking her, nightmares centred on him trying to destroy that glare.
She haunts him. Be it a sweet dream or a nightmare, Levy McGarden was alive in his slumber.