I'm very sorry about how this turned out but I hope you like it anyway. Thanks for all the nice reviews and merry Christmas to all.
Death had a place in their midst like an old friend rather than an unkown foe.
They took him with them on their travels, dined with him and slept with him in their room, well guarded by his ruthless nature.
Death protected them from enemies and made them forget what it was like to freeze even in the coldest winter.
So maybe it should come as no surprise that death was also the extend of their emotions. Love and hate, jealousy and adoration, all ended in death.
It may not seem logical for others but when he stabbed her it meant he loved her. For him it was the only way, the only extend of love he knew. The full extend of his mothers love had killed him, the full extend of his fathers love had been to kill him so why should he know any different. It had hurt him more than he wanted to admit even after all those years but was it now said that love hurts?
Every time he stabbed her in the back or broke her neck, every time he daggered her, he showed her the ultimate extend of his love. And every time he woke her up again he showed her that their bond was so much deeper than anything he knew to express.
