She lay there, listening, absorbing the emotions she felt from him.<br/><br/>Yes... this was the one. He would be the best of all she had claimed in her many years. His emotions were so raw, so new, so strong... She felt herself being moved, and her body burst into excitement as she knew the moment had finally arrived. He picked her up first, and held her... tenderly. She played her part, the part of a victim in need of rescue, remaining limp in his arms, and focused her attention on the illusions she was showing him. Her wounds would seem awful to him.<br/><br/>Then it finally happened. He willingly, knowingly, consciously kissed her. She was ready for it when it happened. The moment his lips touched hers, she pressed her consciousness toward his. When he fell over, she allowed him to break apart from her, leaving a shard of her own Will lodged within his mind. Her desires would remain there, speaking into the back of his mind faintly. It would be possible, if difficult, to ignore it, she knew. She thrilled to think what he would do. She wondered how long he would ignore it. What would he think when he awoke, alone in a peaceful clearing near the bar?<br/><br/>Along with her will, he would also be left with a dim knowledge of how to find her. It was relatively simple. She'd done it many times before. He would simply feel a faint, distant desire to travel in a certain direction, the direction that would lead him to her, wherever she went.<br/><br/>He fell into unconsciousness and she sat up, eyes burning with desire, power, and excitement. She could see fromm his... body... that his desire was well and truly awakened. He moaned in his sleep, moving his body in a peculiar way, and she chuckled darkly.<br/><br/>One hand planted near his shoulder for leverage as she knelt over him, and the other began to gently stroke his body. She started at his chest and worked slowly downward, stroking and caressing, until she found the 'evidence' of his desire. There, she continued to stroke, smirking as she leaned over him, face suspended an inch from his, and allowed her voice to wash over him. Her voice was low, throaty, almost a purr as she leaned over his unwaking form.<br/><br/>"Rest well, my pet... Rest, and dream wonderful dreams. Embrace the freedom you have accepted. I am sure that I will see you soon, my darling... and I will be ready for you when you arrive. I anxiously await you."<br/><br/>Her last words faded into a whisper charged with desire. He gently pressed her lips to his cheek then rose. After standing over him for a moment, she strolled back through the woods and disappeared.