Gavin. The leaves have all fallen. The frigid kiss of winter is biting at my skin. I walk towards her slowly. “Lily.” She is slouched over, hugging herself. I must try again. “Lily,” I say gently. She looks at me. I step back, the abyss of her eyes threatening to pull me in. Casting her eyes upward to the starless sky, she arches her back knowingly. I’m taking in every inch of her “Why have you come, Gavin?” she rasps, lingering over my name making it more of a statement than a question. I go to her, and she is covered in blood, from her pale skin to her ink black hair. I push away my desire to focus back to the here and now. I knew she would be like this. My anger with her makes me want her even more, just as she is. I want... I shake myself and try again to focus on what I had found. She was being reckless, endangering us both. My fury flares once more as I practically shout, “What have you done?” “Do not distress yourself, I can taste your fury like the most exquisite delicacy...on the tip of your fancy,” Lily teases as she licks her lips. My God, she is chuckling to herself. This time I do shout at her, “What have you done?!” “I could taste their fear like a sweet treat, just within my grasp. I lost control, but only for a moment.” I watch her shiver and know it is not from the cold.