Dylan walked through the alley in the darkest of nights, so dark she could taste it. She had to find him. She had left lying there months ago at the premiere, and had felt horrible for it. What possessed her to think he would be here in the alley tonight of all nights, she didn't know.

All she could think of was his blue eyes, pale skin almost translucent, his fingers as they pried her hair from her scalp.

She kept walking, looking. She didn't see him. It was just as well.

Alex and Natalie would never approve. Charlie would be shocked. She could lose both her friends and possibly her job over this, yet she kept walking.

She couldn't willingly seek out the enemy. It just wasn't done. Wasn't right. But was he an enemy? He had rescued her. Saved her from falling to the depths. She knew that she was no angel.

Her mind told her things, things that were very true, things filled with Alex-like logic.

But her heart beat them back with a vengeance.

She heard something, she felt a hand grab her shoulder. She smelled the tang of cigarette smoke. The exotic kind, so mystic in it's smell.

It was him. The night was so black, she would have almost missed him had he not approached her. Closer and closer.

His haunting pale blue eyes seemed to stare right through her. All she could think of was him. Any thoughts of Charlie and Alex and Natalie had vanished into thin air, much easier then they had come.

She made the first move, running her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and let out a slow, quiet sigh. She wondered what he was thinking about.

Silence was so common with this man, though he once, just once, he had come close to speaking. When he was with her.

As always his emotions were unreadable. Until the moment he laid his lips upon hers with a scathing ferocity.

She nearly pulled away in fear, then returned the kiss, filling it with her passion. They stayed that way for awhile, love flowing from each of them.

It was he that broke it.

He turned as if to walk away, but Dylan grabbed his arm.

"No, please stay!"

She looked into his eyes again, he knew as well as she did that he could not. They were on opposite sides of a chasm, one that could never be bridged, for in their separate worlds love never conquered.

He fingered the sliver medallion that Dylan wore around her neck. His fingers then traveled silently to her hair, yanking a lock. She let him without resistance. It would the last time he would be able to. She knew she would never she him again.

She had an idea. She grabbed a fistful of his black hair, almost as dark as the night, and pulled hard. He gave out a small sound , in pain, but nothing more.

Dylan ran the strands over her face in almost a thoughtful way. She would miss him.

His hand reached out to caress her cheek. He opened his mouth, and tried hard to speak. She looked at him, her eyes wide. She dropped the strands.

"I….I….I…. I'm..m…Sor, ry."

He knew. He knew he must leave. If he did not, her world and his would be destroyed. Gone and lost to both of them.

And he left, for the last time, walking into the dark cold night, as quickly as he had come. She stared at the space in which he had stood, wondering at the miracle he had just given her. His parting gift. His words.

She knew he would never return. Love conquered nothing.