"I love you," she purred into his ear, her hands tracing up the muscular structure of his chest, beneath the nonchalantly unbuttoned shirt. "I love you, and I don't care what you are." she repeated, her fingernails nearly digging into the white of the skin on his shoulder, and her lips pressed tight onto his jawline, the warmth of her breath embracing him.<br/>His eyes, a swirling crimson in those endless black pools, narrowed, like a lion, embracing its authority above its pride.<br/>"I know," he whispered back, a voice of silk, slithering out of his lips.<br/><br/>His hands dug into her rich auburn hair, pressing her head closer to himself, one climbing back down the curve of her spine to her waist. She, for a short moment drew back, though remaining in her embrace, picking the glass of red champagne up from the table, and slowly raising it to his lips.<br/>"Drink up." she muttered. "To our luck."<br/>His fingers curled up around the glass, and he took a sip of it, pushing it back down to her, to let her have a drink of it, too. "You know you shouldn't be with me," he smirked.<br/>She pressed a fierce, hot-headed, wine-scented kiss onto his neck as she put the glass back down onto the table. "And I don't care." she replied.<br/>"Even though I'm a demon?" he tilted his head aside curiously, a spark glimmering in his eyes.<br/>"I've never been a good christian girl." she whispered, spinning around with her hands on his neck, and making him turn, too, till she dragged him, as if waltzing, all the way into the living room, pushing him down onto the leather of the sofa. With her hands on his shoulders, she climbed onto his lap, pressing another kiss onto his cheekbone, while his hands stroke her down the back.<br/><br/>"I don't know what I'd be doing alone... I have no interest in politics... I don't care about those boring things... But Kristoff, I want to be with you." she kept whispering to him, and her back arched slowly, a shiver running down her pale skin, as his fingers went up from her waist to her shoulders, his embrace tightening around her.<br/>"Is that so?" he smiled at her nonchalantly.<br/>"I'll do anything." she responded, looking straight into his eyes.<br/>"Then, I have a favor I can ask of you." he spoke back. For a moment, his eyes closed, and he leaned in, pressing a ferocious kiss onto her lips. With a fast breath drawn in, he pushed himself back again, admiring the sapphire of her eyes, the edges of his lips curling into a smile once more. "You know what I am, but I cannot let anyone else find out... Will you do it for me? Will yo make sure of it? You know that I can give you the power that you desire... The power that you need... But it is you who has to do it, Annika." he explained, stroking her upper arm with his slender fingers.<br/>"I want that power." she spoke, placing one hand on the back of his neck.<br/>"Once you accept it, you cannot turn back..."<br/>"I don't care."<br/>"Alright then. Have no worries."<br/><br/>His hands entwined with hers, pulling her closer, and he kissed her once more. It was far longer this time; however, it lacked all emotions. It was as if a carnivore was trying to devour her; harsh and ripping her from the inside. The energy of her soul was streaming into him, he could feel it, a river of strength that was filling him all of a sudden. Shadows begun descending onto his form, his long hair, let loose, suddenly as if blown by wind, and with every passing second they grew stronger.<br/>All of a sudden, they disappeared. He spat the soul back, and her eyes widened, her pupils dilating. She pushed herself back, letting go off him. She breathed heavily, while his lips were curled upwards in a devilish grin. What a beautiful sensation! He longed for more of this strength, coursing through his body, but he knew that was impossible - yet. Yet. Soon enough, his thirst would be sated.<br/><br/>"Is... Is<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>it?" she whispered, a shaking voice.<br/>He gave her a soft nod, standing up to face her, and stroking her cheek gently. "Now you're more than just a mere human..." he purred into her ear, and his eyes almost appeared gentle when those words were spoken. Oh, how he relished in it.<br/>"I'm tired..." she admitted, a heavy sigh escaped her.<br/>"You should sleep. You know that all the rooms of my house are always open for you." he assured her, taking her by the hand, to pick her up like a bride. Effortlessly, with grace ever own to him, he carried her through the house, to place her in his large bedroom, upon the silken covers that covered the thick mattress and numerous pillows.<br/>"Will you stay here with me?" she asked, her eyes following every one of his moments, as he laid down next to her, sliding one arm underneath her shoulders. His smile seemed to be ever present.<br/>"Off course. Why would I leave you?" he assured her.<br/>"Thank you, Kristoff... Kai." she chuckled slightly, rolling over, and burying her face in the soft fabric of his shirt.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>He paced the large terrace, stretching above the back garden of his residence. The grass was dry, covered by nothing but a thin layer of frost, and the air itself was chilly, like the night that he stood in, seemingly unfazed by the cold, harsh wind. So far he was safe... Relatively.<br/><br/>He wondered.<br/>About the witch, both of them, and his own witch, too - where were they? Would they simply appear out of the dark, like an assassin's dagger, to strike them down?<br/>About that odd sensation of being watched during the dinner. What was it? Was it a possessed human, a lesser demon, or some other sort of illusion?<br/>And last, but not least, he wondered about Asmodei. What was he planning?<br/><br/>His black eyes reflected the glimmer of the stars as he gazed upon the scenery of Munich, stretching before him.