Lena could continue to deny the attraction and pull she had towards the male ghoul, whose lips were still locked to hers, but that would ultimately be lying. It had always been there, since way back in the day. The days of them massacring through the human villages and not leaving even a single bone in sight.
During those times they shared more than just food and the thrill that came with the kill; they shared much, much more. And that was something that she could never forget.
He was hers and she was his.
Everything.
Everything was different, but yet it was the same.
What had changed though was Lenas mental state and her slow descent into self-pity, or maybe she was already there...
As their lips continued to meld together and their tongues wrestled for dominance, nothing else mattered.
The past at this very moment was forgotten and perhaps it would stay that way, or when they finally decided to come up for air, it would all come crashing down on them once again.
However, right now, they wanted nothing more than to savour the person before them.
Lena's heartbeat quickened in her chest, perhaps it was due to being so up close and personal with Uta, or it was the fact that she had heard footsteps coming towards the room they still occupied, all too familiar steps.
She pulled away from Uta and her hands tightened on his shirt, causing her knuckles to whiten.
He looked down at her questioningly and then slowly turned to the door, keeping one arm protectively around her waist.
The door opened revealing a lone man.
"Hello my dear Lena, have you missed me?"
Lenas chest throbbed and her eyes glowed a deeper red, as she stared at the man she thought she would never see again.