Ethan wondered the halls in a daze. He just couldn't get the image of her scared frightened face out of his mind, it was like she triggered something deep inside him.<span style="font-style: italic">She makes me feel strange...I don't like it...I think.</span>He wondered into the kitchen area and saw a small form on her tippy toes reaching for a glowing jar. He couldn't help but smile at her efforts to reach it. "You need some help there?" The woman yelped and fell backwards and instinctively he caught her with grace and his body froze. He looked into the wide silver eyes and heart shaped face with a scar on her cheek. "Azrael..." He could barely even utter her name without feeling a tight grip deep inside him.<br/><br/>She wiggled out of his grip and leaped back on the chair to get the jar and tried to escape the room. Before she could he grabbed her by the arm and pushed her up against the counter. He didn't know why he was pissed at her recoil but he didn't care. "Have I done something to upset you?" His voice was hot and stern. She practically flinched at his tone but then she stood her ground and pushed him away her eyes dark. "Get the fuck off me." He didn't move at all in fact he pressed her against the counter even more. he saw something flash in her eyes and then she growled low in her throat. He smiled at her response, he quite enjoyed the feelings she evoked in him. He got angry, scared, protective and something else.<span style="font-style: italic">wait a second...shes the enemy why would i enjoy her company?</span>Quickly he backed away staring at her with puzzlement. "Who are you to me? What have you done to me...?"<br/><br/>Azrael was glad for the distance away from him. the last thing she needed was his body against her with all these emotions swirling around her cold black heart. "Who are you to me? What have you done to me..?" She practically almost choked.<span style="font-style: italic">He feels the connection like I do?</span>It couldn't be possible...it couldn't be him... "what about you? what have you done to me to make me feel so...different..." He took a step closer to her with smoldering eyes. Her mouth went dry and her skin prickled with alert.<span style="color: #800080">Stupid Azrael, your lover is dead, don't give in to that disgusting feeling of longing.</span>For once she Finley agreed with her inner serpentile and backed away a few steps and inwardly flinched at the pain that contorted his beautiful familiar loving face.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Don't give in, just bolt out the room. You have what you need just get the hell out of here!</span>He took another step closer and went to reach for her hand. Her body was trembling and her heart was caught in her throat. Then with her acute sense of smell she inhaled the scent of the sweet salty aroma of blood. the blood shattered the small bubble they were both in. "Blood...Shit!" She dashed out of the kitchen and headed straight for the source devouring the soul quickly and loving the cool sensation that wafted into her veins.<br/><br/>Ethan saw Azrael dash for the exit and ran after her on instinct. He didn't even stop to think about her being the enemy all he knew at that moment is he wanted her in his arms here and now even if he had to catch her.