<strong>"If such is your wish Dawn, then yes."</strong>His voice dropped lower, more intense.<strong>"Yes, pretty little Princess, I will make you scream."</strong>His voice held total assurance. They were a promise of what would come, events that simply had not yet happened.<br/><br/>Around them the darkness rumbled, the walls of the Sithen shifting and parting, to reveal a dark forest, lit by a thin sliver of moon that hung in the sky that had not existed moments before. The air was thick with the scent of roses, and a handfull of petals lay strewn across the table between the two of them.<br/><br/>The face that turned towards Dawn was still that of the Lord of the Sluagh, yet more. The features seemed sharper, more primal. His eyes were darkness upon darkness, a pool that would drink in her light, take it all and let none escape.<br/><br/>The gaze he turned on her held a desire so intense it was hunger .... for her flesh, for her cries, for her power taken by his. His lips parted to reveal teeth that sharpened almost to the point of being fangs.<br/><br/><strong>"Princess .... Dawn."</strong>The voice was deeper still, and carried coutless echoes of those that hunted by night.<br/><br/><strong>"Run."</strong>