She turned around on the bench. She scanned his face with complacent eyes. Out? She hadn't been out in months. She smiled her fangs showing through her rosy lips. Her heart brimmed with a glowing happiness. Even if it had stopped beating, she still felt it soar sometimes when JÃ©an talked to her. Suddenly her mind punctured through. When was the last time she had fed? Her hand clenched on her white nightdress. She couldn't remember. She hoped that it wasn't to late that a frenzy would happen. She hoped she could wait a day longer.<br/><br/>Keeping her composure she still smiled at him. But her mind raced behind the curtain her heart had made. She did not want to feed. She never did, but her raging bloodlust begged to differ. It often pulled at the contours of her mind weakening her sanity until she had to tell JÃ©an about the lust she endured. She hated the face he made when she told him of her craving for blood. It was one of disappointment, something Syna never wanted to give JÃ©an.<br/><br/>She got up from the bench, her bare feet lightly tapping against the wooden floor as she walked toward him. She stopped in front of him staring into his eyes. "As long as you are with me, I will go anywhere you please." She took his left hand in hers. She smiled at him as she gently stroked her thumb along the back of his hand.