She laid her lips to his again as she felt his hands travelling over her body, but more gentle this time.  Her hands wrapped around him, pulling him closer, one gripping near the base of his neck, the other lower down on his rear.  When he opened his eyes, she met his gaze full on.  The shock and confusion there were not unexpected, but the emotion she'd dreaded was missing.  He...he hadn't shown fear.  Even there, with her attacking him, he had merely tensed, ready for whatever came.  "Alfred...I..."  Her hand at his neck moved up to stroke his hair.  Abruptly she turned away, unable to face him as she spoke.<br/><br/>"Alfred I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come.  I....I can't do this to you.  I can't turn you into what I've become.  I can't....I can't...."  Were she still human, her tears would have spilled from her eyes, but, as she was, she could only stand there, aching without release.  She looked out of the patio at the moon, wishing desperately she were anywhere else, and at the same time, wanting to be only here.  She had thought she could live two lives, bring two disparate worlds together, but...it was impossible, wasn't it?  Her frustration grew, and not wanting to lash out at her love, her hand slapped against the wall, denting the plaster.