Sarah turned with a sigh as she arranged a still life of daisies and blood red roses. Dear Victor, she thought with a  soft smile on her face. He was so dear and she was so glad that she had bound herself to this maligned and misunderstood victim of vigilante justice. Glancing in the mirror, she smiled at the long glossy black hair and her much more slender form. Amazing what a few short months of being loved by the most amazing man on Earth would do to a girl. Sarah laughed, She wasn't a girl any longer.<br/><br/>Victor was needing to go out less and hunt for essence because she had found the right spell to make the contact with her into an energy source for him. He had more spring to his step although she was sure to any untrained eye that he looked like a tree in a capricious wind. These enclosed rooms held everything she could have wished for to be happy. She didn't care that she couldn't go outside.<br/><br/>Sarah set the easel and canvas, squeezing out alizarian crimson out on the palette. The deep, nearly black, red spread on the canvas like smears of oxygen rich blood. She worked the canvas and was lost in thought for sometime. Slender tendrils draped over her shoulders and she turned to smile at the once called, Slenderman. He brushed her cheek with a kiss and wiped the paint from her nose. Sarah positively glowed at his touch, his attention and in the power of his love.