Michael approached the trees where he had found her the night before. She was sitting against the base of a tree, her feet tucked up under her as she gazed into the sunrise. Wow. Michael hadn't realized how early it really was. He stood next to her, looking down at her frail figure for a few minutes before sitting down. The two of them just sat there together looking into the sunset. Michael was about to turn to her to ask her her name, but she had beaten him to it. "Idrill" she said, a slight accent to her voice. Oh god. Her voice was honey, slightly melting in the sun. It pulled him in. All he wanted to do was make her keep talking so he could hear that voice again. "Where did you come from?" Michael asked her. "Do you really think I would tell you that human? I already fucked up by showing you. There's no way I would tell you anything more. You wouldn't understand." she snapped, glaring at him with her luminescent human eyes.
Anger flared in his stomach; the first unpleasant emotion associated with her. How dare she assume that? " I saved you, you know.," he said, irritated. " Thanks for that. You effectively ruined the rest of my life." she quieted. " I was supposed to die. The trees told me. By not dying, you've altered the balance. I'm not sure what's going to happen now."
Michael just started at her. "What?" he said before getting up to walk away. "What do you even want from me? You were dying. Was I really just supposed to leave you there?" "Your species is notorious for ignoring the needy and weak. I assumed that you would." she replied, still not looking at him. "Well, fuck you," he said, getting down on one knee and getting his face right up next to hers so she had to look at him. "No thanks. I think I'll pass on that offer." her human eyes lit up with sarcastic amusement. Michael just rolled his and sat back. "Why do I…" he trailed off. As he was speaking, she had leaned closer to him, her face directly in front of his so close that he could smell her. A heady scent, full of pine needles and vanilla. He couldn't do this. He grabbed her arm and jumped up, yanking her up with him. A primitive growl escaped from his lips as he clutched her delicate forearms in his hands, pressing her against the trunk of the old elm tree.
Her mouth twitched in a small sad smile as she gazed at him, her eyes a much darker green the normal. He was seeing red, or green [I guess], as he kissed her. He didn't know why he did it, he just needed her to stop talking with that voice of hers, to stop looking the way she did and to stop smelling the way she did. He kissed her with all the passion in the world, no doubt bruising her delicate lips. As the rage began to subside in his body and he began to relax, he felt her tense up, her muscles becoming taunt under his hands, which had fallen to her hips to hold her tiny frame against his much bigger one. He was about to back away and apologize when she relaxed, and slowly her hands went up to grip his shoulders. Her lips began to move against his, and his emotions flared again. His lips began to move in sync with hers and soon, they were dancing. There was something about this girl, he wanted to yell and scream at her, but he also wanted nothing to ever hurt her. Idrill gripped his broad shoulders possessively, forcing his body closer, not that it was possible. He wasn't arguing. His body pressed hers into the tree trunk, causing her to hike her legs up around his legs, putting him squarely in between her. His mouth left hers to kiss her delicate neck, causing her head to roll back.
A few moments later, he raised his head to look at her. Her neck was still bared to him (or the parts that weren't covered in bandages) and she was gazing at him. She had changed back, and her eyes were disconcerting as she stared at him. They stayed like that for a minute before her hands slid down to stop on his chest. She lightly pushed him away, letting her legs slide down his. He stepped away and watched as she peeled herself off of the tree, brushing some bark from her shoulders. Strange. It seemed like she had started becoming part of the tree. She looked at him and snapped her delicate wings open, hovering just above the ground. "Whatever you want," he said, looking right back at her. "I'm in your system now baby. You're gonna crave me."