The building was long since deemed unsafe..the floor boards weak and creaking, some spots ready to go at any moment after having their fibers devoured by termites. There hadn't been a human resident for nearly thirty years, and for some reason they had yet to reck it down. The stairs were dusty and missing planks to some of the steps, door nobs had been stolen, and light fixtures had broken off ages ago.

Not a single room had furniture in it, well none except one... On the second floor, down the hall, and to the left was one room, a suite, and in there it was furnished with antiques and things that had been recovered from the dumps. Behind a black curtain a large bed was situated, its covers kicked around in a mess and the pillos slightly flattened as if someone had just woken here and gone out...

From the side wall a pallid man stepped forward, his chin length shaggy brown hair behind his ears with the exception of a few strands in the man's face, hiding pastel green eyes. His pale fingers lightly touched the bed sheets, taking a fold into his grip. Jonah closed his eyes, seemingly savouring memories of a night and day spent here months ago. His face was calm, almost as if at peace, though in a quick blink something changed. A scowl darkened his features, brows furrowed and teeth clenched as he ripped the garmets from the matress in a fit. He reached out and grasped a pillow throwing it out, knocking a crystal wine glass over that hald collected dust and mold that floated upon blood that was thick like a pudding from exposure and age.

She had left him...She left him and then months later came running back, and now..was she gone again? They spent a beautiful night in this room together, and then she had disappeared, she had tamed him to her wishes, softened him and then fled without notice. His steps faltered and he attempted to push through the lace curtains, tearing them from their hooks and knocking over a small tabled that had been burdened with eroded candles.

Damn the snakes that women were, their voices and lips enough to seduce a man, dead or living. Again his footing fumbled, and sat down in the middle of the floor looking back to the bed and the broken wine glass, calming himself. Where was she?

It was late, and Kamaria was tired as she entered the abandoned complex. Her hair was tied back into a bun, herself wearing a long flowing black dress. She had been gone for months, again. What would Jonah say? Had he left her? Thoughts flooded her mind as she began climbing the stairs to her room, each step creaking..

Her perfume had stung his nose long before the creeks of the stairs had announced someone's approach, and like a predator with the scent of blood in the air, his nostrils flared and he arose, standing center of the room. His eyes, their pale green gaze locked on the door way, stared unblinking, half expecting to be disappointed to see a low life asscend the steps.

Her steps were sluggish, her high heels making a clack sound as she ascended up the stairs. She reached the top, and turned down the hallway, steps still slow and almost seeming like she was depressed. When in reality she was just lost in thought. She appeared in the doorway, head down, and dropped her purse to the floor. Taking her coat off, she looked up, and froze.

There she was, in the doorway, and he could but stand there a single leans spot on the floor sheeted with dust. A moment in silence, he opened his mouth to say something, but failed. He lifted his chin, flicking his head, to send the hair in his face back. The expression upon his face was somber, his lips set in a neutral pose and his eyes slightly narrowed.

Where had she been? Did she go back to that place? had she found someone else? Without thinking, his feet carried him to her, and he dropped to his knees, hugging her waist tightly. The Tarepha Leader...considered a hellish beast could feel such a power that would bring him to his knees to embrace something gently?

His reaction brought tears to her eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair. She opened her mouth to speak, but she, too, was speachless. She let out a small sob, and brought one hand to her eyes to wipe a cold tear away.

His fingers held tightly to the folds of her clothing, his face lightly rested on her lower abdomen. This woman, she was a delicacy, to him the most fragile thing, but enough to degrade him down to a single grain. When they had first met, he thought himself superior to her, she'd only be a sipping glass to him, but something happened.. Something he couldn't explain, and cared not what caused it, just cared that she was here, he had her. "Kamaria.."

She broke down, and held him close. She had missed him so. It had been so long since they had seen each other, been in each other's arms. Through blurry eyes, and scanned the room..and it was just how it was when they shared their night of passion. "Oh..Jonah.."

"I love you.." It had been the easiest time for these words to come from his mouth, slipping through his cold lips like water. He kissed her lightly, she was the most precious thing he had.. "I love you..so..much."

Her stomach seemed to turn in nervousness. Did he really say that? Was she hearing things? No..she wasn't. She kissed him deeply, suddenly.

A bliss washed over him, wiping the questions clean from his mind, he didn't care, she was here and that's all that matters and he'd keep her here. His hand drew up to her her jaw line, the tips of his fingers beneath her chin, tilting her head up, as he came back at her with the same passionate kiss.

The same bliss washed over her, as she slowly and gently breaks the kiss and looks deep into his eyes. "I'm so sorry Jonah.." She whispers, and looks down shamefully.