(Cafune)<br/><br/>Judas' expression was deadpan as her appreciative words entered his ears.<br/><br/>"Don't thank me." his blue gaze found hers, locking down in a hostile manner. "I didn't do it for you. After that stunt you pulled, it was the only thing I could do to keep the attention at bay." he lied. Deep down, he'd done it for her. He'd done it because of that look she constantly had in her eyes. The melody that her heart played. It echoed in the back of his mind like an annoying song that you can't get out of your head for the life of you.<br/><br/>He'd never admit to such a thing of course.<br/><br/>Licking his lips, Judas realized that she had taken tentative steps in his direction, bring their bodies that much closer. Why she would do such a thing was beyond him. He was supposed to be feared, not intriguing. He wasn't like her. He was bad and somehow she had still managed to convince herself somewhere deep down that he wasn't.<br/><br/><i>I'm sorry.</i><br/><br/>She was apologizing now. His head spun, making him feel as though he had just entered the twilight zone. He couldn't quite wrap his mind around her, around the idea of a human heart and all that it consisted of, mechanically and emotionally. The movement of her hand brought him out of his reverie, but only enough to have him grab her arm to stop her from touching him if that was even her intention. He was too lost in thought to think otherwise and now they stood face-to-face. Monster at one end, innocent captive on the other.<br/><br/>Beneath his thumb, Judas could feel the fluttering of Justine's pulse against his skin. It caused a memory to flood his mind, reminding him of the first time he'd ever laid eyes on a humming-bird. He couldn't believe how fast their wings flapped, the sound of them echoed in his ears like flipping through a phone book.<br/><br/>Blinking, Judas suddenly stepped forward himself. His hand released her arm and instead grabbed hold of her face, forcing their eyes to meet yet again. The only difference this time was the softness in his touch. He did not jerk her chin or squeeze her cheeks until they pressed to her teeth. He simply held her face, making sure she wouldn't turn away from him as his eyes searched her face for some sort of explanation to everything that was happening. As though her features would give him freedom, but that was silly to even think about.<br/><br/>Her lips. He was staring at them, undoubtedly. He showed no remorse or shame in doing so. He didn't care if she noticed it, or how her body reacted in response. All he wanted was to find release. He wanted to escape - for just a moment he wanted to run from his troubles like he'd never been able to. He wanted to lose himself within this woman before him.<br/><br/>The moment was a blur. He found himself grabbing a hold of her hips, tugging her figure against his own until they shaped each other. Their position made it that much easier for him to find her lips in his own. All it took was a single tip of his head, but it wasn't soft. It was eager. It was breathless. His fingers tightened against the fabric that she wore, and then... it was over.<br/><br/>Judas forced himself back, letting her free of his grip. His breath was a panting mess, matching the expression on his face. What had he done?<br/><br/>"Don't..." he couldn't even find words. He couldn't believe how foolish, how stupid. He was grabbing at his hair now and then he was reaching for the door. "As far as we're concerned, this didn't happen." he finally snapped before storming out of the room in a fit of rage.<br/><br/>Once in the hall, Judas could barely catch his breath. Why had he done such a thing? How did he become so weak? The demon was quick to disappear through the corridors, finally reaching the medic room where he should have been instead of trying to reach his tongue down some stupid humans throat. He wiped his lips, hating himself possibly more than Justine must have.<br/><br/>Beyond the medic doors was a spacious room that held captive many supplements and medicines. In the center was a hospital bed with a boy on it hooked to a monitor. Judas' gaze rested on the boy for a moment. He was alive?<br/><br/>"Strong kid," Auden's voice interrupted the moment. The snake of a demon was now standing at Judas' side. "You going to start explaining yourself, my lord?" he muttered sarcastically, his lisp from his split tongue was barely audible through it.<br/><br/>"I do not explain myself to anybody, especially not yourself." Judas shot back, turning towards Ms. Elsworth as she reentered the room with a warm blanket. "The boy lives?" he asked her, but she remained silent, covering up the boy as he slept soundly through the morphine.<br/><br/>"Not entirely." she finally whispered, her eyes meeting Judas'.<br/><br/>Judas didn't understand at first, but after a moment of reading Ms. Elsworth, it finally clicked and the anger that Judas had set aside resurfaced. The boy had died, but she brought him back from the brink of it.<br/><br/>He died with demonic blood.<br/><br/>"He's a demon." Judas forced through clenched teeth.