Quiet
His attack is swift and merciless, a tactic he'd perfected over the centuries,
causing a silent scream to catch in her throat.
Bane
She stared his wrath in the face when she should've been quavering under his
fury; the very worst part of him was her.
Quarrel
It's a futile struggle, a
physical tug-of-war between their limbs, spawned by an argument; he subdues her
easily, pinning her arms to the bed, a reminder that he is physically stronger;
he is far too experienced, and she is far too weak.
Natural
She accuses him of tampering with the natural order of things, the natural
order of the world; what's so natural about a world where vampires exist?
Wonders
The small wonders never cease to amaze him like the way he reveled in the
secrets in the blood of the white-haired woman he'd preyed on.
Author's notes: Had to drop this project for a little while, but I'll be finishing it up over the next few days.