The warm sun washed upon his face. The sweet salty air of the ocean consumed his senses as the Hunter lay on the beach. The waves gently moved back and forth to the rhythm of a warm breeze. Finally, he could rest after toiling away for longer than he could remember.

"Father!" A small boy shouted from far away. The boy was of a darker hue like the Hunter. In fact from his bulbous nose and full lips the boy was an exact likeness to the hunter except for his pale gray eyes and white hair. Those traits he had gained from his mother, Annalise. The boy ran towards the hunter while being accompanied by none other than Annalise herself. The hunter rose to greet the child and held out his arms as the child embraced him. The hunter finally had his family his dream had finally come true. Annalise sauntered over to the Hunter and kissed him passionately. Her skin wasn't cold to the touch as it was before it was warm and inviting. Annalise smiled and hugged the Hunter.

"C'mon dear dinner is ready." Annalise cooed to him. The sound of Annalise's voice made him feel warm and it ran chills down his spine. He was so raptured by her beauty that his stomach had to shocked him back to consciousness. He was rather hungry he can't seem the last time he had eaten but he knew that he wanted to eat. They walked towards the large house in the distance. It wasn't as big as the castle but it did seem large enough to hold several families.

The house was bustling with staff scrubbing the floors and dusting the shelves. They all kept their eyes to the tasks at hand never looking up once at the royal family. They walked past all of the servants and made their way to the dining hall. The room was large and round with a long table directly in the middle. A red Chandelier swung slightly over the table. The large windows would cast the light into the blood red crystals of the chandelier giving the illusion of blood droplets running along the wall. The table was filled with every single delicacy the Hunter loved. Hens, soups, different breads, cheeses, small cakes and pies all stacked upon on another on top of the grand ornate table. Foods the hunter remembers eating before his travel to Yharnam. The Hunter's stomach began to grumble loudly.

"He he daddy is hungry!" The little boy laughed as they both ran to the table and began to dig in. The food was delicious. The chicken was succulent. The wine was sweet and strong. The sweetness on the pies danced on the Hunter's tongue but no matter how much he ate he never seemed full. The meal while delicious felt hollow and it began to irritate the Hunter. Annalise noticed her husband's frustration and elegantly put her fork down and sauntered over to the Hunter.

"Dear maybe you have had enough", she whispered. "How about we head upstairs?" The Hunter still rather irritated over how unsatisfied he was with the meal nodded. Annalise took him up the stairs and headed towards the bedroom.

Everything in the castle seemed to be spotless. Everything was in its place. Nothing was askew nor , were there any deviations of uniformity. Also there was a severe lack of statuary. Annalise loved her marble construct of past Queens, king, Ladies and lords. Yet, there was little to none to be found in the decorum.

The Hunter thought to question her about it but in all honesty he hated the statues anyway. Still it did seem odd that she would part with sculptures that kept her company during her captivity. They made their way to the large ornate door that bore the crest of the Vile bloods on it. Annalise pushed the weighted door ajar and slid through slowly taking off each piece of clothing one by one teasing the Hunter.

The Hunter pushed the door wide open and wheeled on Annalise grabbing her by both arms and passionately kissed her. He gently caressed his rough hands across her pale smooth back. He ran his hand from the small of her back, to her bottom, and then he slid his fingers in the strap of her undergarment and pulled them down. Between her legs his hands moved back and forth generating a source of pleasure that compelled Annalise to let out an orgasmic cry. Annalise drunken with lust reached for the Hunter's pants and began to unbuckle them. With his pants finally down on the floor she dropped to her knees and began inhale his member. Warm and wet she bobbed back and forth moving faster and faster until the river coursed from the hunter into Annalise's mouth.

They began to make love over and over again. Writhing in and about the sheets drenched in sweat and nectar there seemed no end to him and no beginning to her. Yet, no matter how long they laid in the bed it was never satisfying. It wasn't enough, it was hollow as if it he bit into an apple and there was no crunch, no sweet juice, and no filling.

"Why?" He kept asking himself "why is nothing ever enough?" Then it dawned on him. Nothing was satisfying because none of it was real.