Havoc was right about Auxana. She didn't really understand what love was. She had no idea what uniting was and even if it were to be explained to her she probably wouldn't get it. To her love meant something different, than it would probably mean to anyone else. She barely understood the word, but what she felt was real. She never wanted to leave Havoc, that was it. Love to her, just meant always being with someone.  Well, maybe there was a bit more, some other desire that made it more intimate. She didn't just want to be with him. She wanted to be close with him. He made her feel safe, even with his tendencies when fighting. Something in the back of her mind told her that he'd never hurt her and that she could always pull him back to reality.<br/><br/>As Havoc hugged her she wanted to pull away. 'The weak die right?' she thought as he hugged her, because was she not weak at this moment? She didn't like to feel weak, she didn't like being vulnerable, but there was nothing that she could do. After a moment his hug felt nice. Auxana stopped crying, and listened to his words. She didn't understand much. He said to focus on the good, but all the good stuff in her past were now sad. Every person that she had cared about was gone. It made her want to run away and never have to shoulder the burden of losing another person. There was no way that she would die first, she had tried before. Tried to sacrifice herself for another, but the fear of death was crippling.<br/><br/>She wanted to believe his words so badly, but she knew that it wouldn't be okay. She had the image of the Succubus burned into her head. Anger wanted to burst out, but she stopped it. This night is to have fun. To make memories with the person she cared the most for. She smiled up at him after a long while and wiped her tears, before taking his hand and pulling him excitedly towards the rave.<br/><br/>_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>she sighed "You think differently of me now because of my past..." She had never liked pity or sympathy, people tend to define who you are by your past experiences is how she thought of it. Whenever somebody pitied her past she felt like they stopped seeing her as who she was now, and started filing in the blanks of what they think she should be after her experiences. She grit her teeth "I won't allow that. You cannot change how you act because of my past. It happened, i don't regret it because it was my decision to care about him. It was the wrong thing to do, but i did it. You are drinking my blood or i'm going to force feed it to you." Her anger was boiling over "I'm not about to watch you go through hell for some stupid amount of arrogant pride." She put her head on his chest and started to cry "I'm not going to stand by and not help someone in need, its my blood and i want you to have it, so please just take it."