"Would you tremble, if I touched your lips?
Would you laugh? Oh please tell me this."

The next night; Sunday

Lucian's Point of View

I paced in my room underground.

Not only did I let an inferior human live, but I couldn't stop thinking about why. Which was a problem...considering I had no idea. That isn't something I normally do.

It was as if something switched inside of me. I felt something different looking at her, a new and unfamiliar emotion. And I didn't like it. It made me feel vulnerable.

Am I loosing it? I silently asked myself, Am I loosing my touch?

No. I couldn't. Killing was second nature to me. Instinct. I couldn't let an unfamiliar emotion extinguish my killer instinct. No...wait, not unfamiliar. I knew I had felt it before. But where? Something somewhere deep down in my being stirred. Something that hadn't in quite some time.

But what? I let out growl and pounded once on the wall in frustration.

I thought of the girls face and I could feel my own twist in anger and disgust. I decided that I hated her. I wanted her dead. And I'd be the one to do it.

As a side project to the hybrid creation, I'd find and kill this mystery woman. I tried to think of how I'd do it, but, the strange feeling returned and sent a bit of unwillingness to my brain.

I frowned out of annoyance. "The sooner I get this over with," I said to myself, meaning kill her, "the faster I can back into the swing of things." I hoped that, by killing her, I would be sending this vulnerability away and be able to move on without ever feeling it again.

Olivia's Point of View

"Are you sure it's back on?" I asked into my phone, wrapped in a wool blanket while wearing layers of sweats. My heating was turned off the night before somehow and ever since I have been so cold I could swear my breath was coming out in visible puffs.

I tried turning my thermostat a few times again, until I finally heard the 'click click' noise of the heat going on, "Ahh, there it is. Well thank you so much for your help." I hung up and took the gloves off of my hands.

I walked over to my kitchen counter and poured my second cup of coffee. Not only did the cold keep me up, but the disturbing images of the man from the night before did a number on my nerves.

I couldn't stop thinking about the scene. The man, a face and mouth covered in blood, cut and bullet wounds covering him. And those eyes...

Oh those eyes, everytime I thought about how terrifying he was, I always found myself drifting back to the image of his dark brown eyes. And, oddly enough, my fears would lighten.

It was strange...this lightening feeling. Considering he was a man who could've killed me last night, and just the thought of his deep eyes, and charming voice could make all of the fear and uneasiness completley disapear.

But wait...was it so strange? He did let me go after all. Sure, there were those few moments in which I was terrified for my life. But once I began to run, and realized that he wasn't tailing me, I wasn't in any danger anymore. He had let me go. He let me live.

I walked around my flat, carrying my coffee, and thinking of this man. A man that tried to kill me. A man that looked as if he could destroy everything, and everone in his path. A man that I should be terrified of seeing again. But I wasn't. Something fluttered deep inside of me whenever my thoughts drifted to his deep and mysterious eyes. And I liked it.

I always had an attraction to danger.