This chapter sucks. It's obviously less thought out than my previous two. Reviews would be helpful, any ideas for the next few chapters would be welcomed. Thanks.

Words did not pass that morning. He stood and looked her up and down, body bare from the previous night. She rolled in her sleep and covered her head with the blanket to shield her eyes from the rays that penetrated through the open window. Curtains could not be drawn where there were none.

Stale water sat in a basin and when He looked in it He saw His dirty reflection. He splashed the water onto His face and made a face of disgust directly afterward. When he turned around Johanna was sitting up in bed, breasts exposed and face sleepy looking. He smiled at her and she smiled back. He crossed the room and leaned into her, kissing her cheek gently.

"Your face smells," she told Him, in French.

He frowned at her and His shoulders slumped slightly. There was nothing He could do. The water was, after all, very nasty looking. Finally, He shrugged. There was nothing to be done. She would see when she washed her face in it. He watched Johanna struggle back into her clothes and stood up tiredly. He placed a kiss on her neck from behind her. She still smelled dirty. He didn't mind. He thought of the forest.

As she washed her face in the dirty water He turned to her and pointed out the door and then at the floor. She stared.

"Stay here while you go out?" She clarified. He nodded and she nodded in turn.

He left the room and walked down the stairs and out of the inn. The streets were busy as He made His way to a vendor selling fruit. He pointed and the man stared, then told Him the price of the fruit. He paid the man and picked two apples up from his cart, nodding by way of thanks. German guardsmen passed Him, speaking of French men and women they were going to murder. He frowned and walked back to the inn meeting Johanna at the door to their room. She smiled brightly at Him and He handed her an apple. She bit into it happily, sitting on the bed with Him as they ate in silence.

Then, finally: "What now?" She'd polished her apple off, core and all. She held only the stem.

He shrugged and pointed out the window to the woods, finishing his apple off.

"More wandering?" He nodded to her.

Then, He kissed her with Macintosh and golden delicious lips. Apple juice was sticky on His chin as they kissed in the morning light of their room. Johanna tasted it in His mouth and in turn in her own. He climbed her, like a mountain, and His fingers moved through her hair like water, smooth. He kissed her hard and soft, her under His large frame with a smile and a giggle to calm His wild spirit. A French recollection that He wanted more than anything. It sparked up inside her and in turn lit a fire within Him. He tasted the meat of humans and it was divine, no matter what Zeus said.

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The world at large was covered by men that wanted to kill Johanna. They would in turn, kill Him for being with her. He took her hand and led her gently to the outskirts of the small town. They would be sleeping outside that night, for the next town was much too far to walk in one day. Johanna came to this realization when the sun began to set.

"We're not going to make it to a town are we?" she asked.

He shook His head and they continued until the sun had finally set. Then, He took her to a clearing and showed her where they would be sleeping. She turned her nose up, but took her place next to Him in the dirt regardless. They slept soundlessly until the morning when He heard the noises of approaching men.

Johanna shook Him unnecessarily. He opened His eyes and a troupe of German men came into view. He stood and put a hand on Johanna's shoulder, telling her to stay low. The Germans all looked at Him and Johanna with upturned noses.

"French," one of them said and readied his gun. He was by the man's side before he could even blink. He pulled the gun from his grip and tossed it aside, the other men rounded on Him. He picked the first man up and threw him into a tree, where a snap sounded and He then approached the others with all the malcontent He could muster. Johanna covered her eyes as He killed them, carefully, one by one.

When He finished He turned to Johanna, blood running down His cheek. She furrowed her brow at Him and swallowed a lump in her throat. He was breathing heavily as He approached her and bent down, kissing her cheek once more.

Johanna looked up at Him as he moved away.

"If only we had words," she whispered to Him in French.