Aurora let her question, her doubt slide out her ears down her shoulders out the window.

She wanted nothing to get in the way of what she was feeling.

Finally feeling.

Finally trusting.

Finally happy.

But still, curiosity lingered.

She crossed the room. Back to him.

"Tell me why you kill. I want to understand."

Nine.

He had listened to her words, but could only focus on her lips.

They had barely moved yet said so much.

Sol wanted to press his close to hers and feel. Block out words and let bodies rush together.

He let his fantasies mellow before speaking.

"Come with me."

He led her deep into his home and gestured for her to sit at a table covered in papers. Musical dots and tails flicked across the pages.

He took a seat across from her.

"The people you are from, their bodies are luminescent, their pupils consume and reach out for light. That light that courses through them gives us something here, Above.

Something that we must drain.

Something that we must drink."

His lips parted. A row of teeth revealed. All the same.

He pushed his eyelids together.

Wait.

Two, different.

He had released his canines. Carved to points. Sharp. Deadly.

And gone.

"I do it for this. My music. What you heard, what awakened you, I cannot create alone.

Without your people, their brilliance I cannot imagine.

I, we are absent of feeling, touching.

Of having true emotion."

Sol fluttered his fingers toward her, daring himself to touch.

"I do not need it to live; I need it to be alive.

But you, Aurora, you are extraordinary."

Her heart crept toward her throat. She wanted to pull him to her and sob thank-yous into his chest.

Am I home?

"Your touch can fill me with the same life I would have had to kill for."

Aurora knew she should, but could not be disgusted by him and could not fear him. She had felt the same hooded emotions in her cell Below.

Those are not my people now. They never were.

Without thinking, she slid her hand on his. It was cool stone beneath her fingers.

His eyes began to roll back and he closed them, inhaling.

"What do you feel?" Aurora whispered.

Sol smiled and opened his eyes. Aurora sat before him, waiting for approval.

"Everything."

She is beauty.

Sol reached across the narrow table and led her face to his.

Warm lips touched, pressed. Exchanged new feelings.

Warm lips pressed, parted. Connecting secrets.

He had circled the table without leaving her and now tucked her body within his. He kissed her deeper and felt his fangs jut out.

He pulled his mouth from hers.

His first time embarra.s.sed.

Aurora smiled and slid her finger back and forth across the points of his teeth. "It's okay."

She accepted him, wanted him completely.

No more waiting.

She pulled him back to her.

Music, his music, fell through her body.

Desire loosened her hands as she fumbled with b.u.t.tons, zippers, ties. She had never wanted, never meant, never felt so much.

Love, home, she has found you.

Ten.

Night awoke and stirred sleeping promises.

Moonlight crept into the hidden two.

Killer. Coward.

Wake.

You must wake.

We must hunt.

The man sprang up. Fueled by the decay of his bed and sick, sweet pictures of a blood-covered girl.

Killer. Coward.

He sc.r.a.ped his drool onto the knife, charging it for its upcoming task.

Find her.

Killer her. The freak. The wh.o.r.e.

We must kill.

Now now now now nownownownownownownownow-nownownownow. GO!!!!!!!

He skittered across the floor of Above. She would be easy to find. He knew her voice. He knew her smell. He knew she was close.

Eleven.

Sol lay next to beauty, love. Staring into her as she spoke of her past, her dreams, hopes, wants, needs, love.

Not touching.

Still feeling.

She had changed him.

He had emotion without her touch. Within her, he had found himself.

Twelve.

"Of course, the first thing she's gonna go do is hook up with one o' them Others and be some murderer's s.l.u.t. But he can't protect you now, no sir. He can't protect you at all."

His deranged rants were heard and answered: You must teach her.

She needs to learn a lesson.

Bleed her, taste her, lick her dry.

She asked for it. For us to kill.

He slithered up up up. Tearing clothes, sc.r.a.ping flesh. Unaware of pain. His knife calm, waiting nestled between wet teeth.