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As he lay there, feeling a warmth he hadn't in a long time, he had a sudden recollection to a time when he was but a pup. He felt like this once, when his mother used to hold him, before her death. It felt nearly the same now as it did then, except something was different. The warmth was smaller, yet warmer then his memories. It was smaller, yet completely surrounding him. It confused him, as he slept, and left an uneasiness on his mind.

Pulling out of unconsciousness, he listened closely to the noise that had pulled him out of it. It sounded like a knock, a very fast and repetitive rapping on his door that was quickly becoming an unwanted racket to him!

Without another thought, he growled deep in his throat, load enough for whoever was knocking to hear. It took only a second before the knocking stopped and a feeble voice to respond, "I'm sorry to disturb you, but you dinner is waiting."

" sigh Very well," he said, and went to close his eyes when realization hit him. What his lay upon did not feel like his pillow…

"Who dare's to…" he started, but quickly lost his words. The black-eyed woman was sitting behind him in a light slumber, her face smiling slightly. His immediate thoughts to this pertained 'How long had he been here?' 'How long had she been here?' 'How did she get there?' 'Why!'

As he continued to stare, she came out of her slumber and opened her eyes. He was stuck still from the sight of her eyes, and she quickly turned her head away in realization. When she did, he was able to move and quickly grabbed her chin, roughly jerking her head back towards his. As he looked at her eyes again, he noticed they were the same as they were the first time he had seen them, the black and red ring. Nothing was different.

With that he let go of her chin and lowered his head in slight embarrassment.

She could only stare at him, not quite understanding why he had grabbed her.

"Odd, isn't it?" she heard him say, his voice spacey.

"What do y--"

"Don't you feel powerful, able to bring these actions of mine about?" he asked her, his head still lowered as a smirk graced his lips.

She shied back away from him, not liking his current train of thought and his words. He couldn't help himself now, she smelled of fear and nervousness, the smell of prey. Not only that, but he hadn't eaten in over a month. His eyes began to gain their red coloring, as a deep growl vibrated through his chest, scaring even himself at its intensity. Again, she shied from him, the wrong move.

Within the blink of an eye, he had her pinned to the ground beside the bed, his fangs bared, eyes crimson, and his mouth moving towards her neck. The black-eyed woman was now terrified, and reason was quickly seeping away, as her mind tried in vain to process a way to get away from the predator.

As his fangs brushed her neck, her mind stilled, and everything became blank in her mind except for one thing, 'korosu kare o ni'…

Before his mind could process the motion, he was hurtled backwards into the wall, and just as quickly pinned to it by his neck. The amber of his eyes came back slightly, and he looked at his captor, who had raised her claws in the position to attack. His eyes widened as the claws upon her hand began to lengthen, extending towards his face, like long, thin needles protruding through her skin. Not just that, but he could hear her deep, throaty growl and could see that she'd bared her fangs as well. Then his eyes moved upwards, and all went black.

Again, he felt that familiar yet unwanted warmth again. Again… why again? Had he felt this before? Or was it just a dream? Had he imagined all of it? Or did it really happen?

As he gathered his thoughts, he rose from his uncomfortable position and raised a hand to his forehead, noticing that his head felt hot and was covered in sweat. Opening his eyes, he looked around the room and noticed that, everything seemed… normal. All was in its place, nothing dirty, perfectly clean and orderly, just the way he kept it.

Sliding his body to edge of the bed, he turned and stood up, taking notice that he hadn't changed his attire in over a day, and it wasn't smelling too great anymore. With that in mind, and the prospect of a bath, he quickly went to the door, nearly scaring the servant right outside it to death, and headed straight to the springs.

Upon entering, he stripped and sank into the water in record time, immediately, relaxing. As he sat in the steaming waters and soaked, his mind began to ponder the 'dream' from his sleep.

It struck him as odd, since it felt like there was something missing. He could remember waking up and then feeling his beast become conscious. Then it was black and he couldn't see while this endless amount of pain washed over him; then he woke. But what was missing? And why had his vision failed him?

' sigh I shouldn't be pondering this as much as I have, I will simply let it go so that it will not bother my mind,' and with that decided, he leant against a rock and drifted into sleep once more.

Unbeknownst to him, a pair of eyes had been settled upon him ever since he had awoken. They were filled with a deep and unending sadness and a longing to be free of their empty shell. But unlike the eyes, which longed to go to the man they lay upon, the body was rigid and unmoving, having an almost love for the emptiness that it had held within it for so long. The owner of such eyes, whom hid within the shadows, could only voice one plea from those hurting eyes.

"I'm sorry…"

Phew, finally! I had a hard time with that chapter! But I hope you liked it! Again, I will require reviews before I even attempt to write again! I need encouragement! … (Inner Spirit: ignore her, she hasn't seen her friends for a few days… she's bored…) shut up! They're just busy, that's all! … ( looks around ) Wah!

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