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he let her sleep the night through. he hated how tired she always was.

Salazar stealthed his way through the forest. Trying to pick up on Kirai's scent. He had long forgotten Edward's, but where one was he was sure to find the other. He had neglected his medication for this venture, not wanting to waste any of his rage. This would be a relaxation exercise, something to take the stress of the week off. "Nothing like assault to lighten the mind." He mumbled, finally catching hold of the scent. "Bingo." He tracked with haste, eventually coming upon an old treehouse. The scent of Kirai was strong, as well as two others that he couldn't quite place. Hmm, three people? No...maybe? He shrugged and made his way up into the tree with an air of grace. he walked into the little house and saw the room Kirai was in. Hmm, we're alone then. Giving a razor toothed smiled he bowed to the darkness of the room. He couldn't see her, but he knew she was there. "Good evening, Lady Kirai." He mocked, giving his best upper class voice. All together it looked quite formal, seeing as Salazar neglected to change out of his work clothes. (Which consisted of a red tie, grey dress shirt, and black slacks.) "Won't you come out and greet an old friend?"

Jonah smiled and kissed her head drowzily. "hush hush now, you're safe... I've got you."

"Forever." he whispered and kissed her forhead "If you'd stay with me that long."

He touched her cheek "That's good, because I was afraid to tell you that I think I love you too...."

A little ball of flame popped up in Salazar's hand and float into the room so he could see her better. "Thats better. Now as I wa..." He was about to continue on with his little rant, but then he saw her. Twigs and leaves were in her crazy looking hair and her clothes looked a mess. "Huh thats odd, you're not one to look so, ragged." Slowly but surely, the pieces of the puzzle came together. At last he finally recognized the third scent. It was semen. "You... and him...actually..." A complete change ran across Salazar's face. His normal snakelike demeanor quickly turning into a heartbroken look of sorrow. For a slight moment, he felt hurt, lied to, dead on the inside. But just as quickly as it had come, it left and was replaced by a look of pure fury. His eyes glowed like burning coals, the tattoo on his arm lit it like a fire, and his voice gained a slight more sinister tone. "You little ******** whore." He hissed out, the ball of fire glowing with his anger. "You're just giving it up nowadays huh? Falling over for heroic c**k? I bet you think he actually cares about you." The fireball flew back into Salazar's hand. "Lets see how much he really cares about you." With great force, he threw the ball of fire onto the ground and lit the floor ablaze. "Can't burn the witch with fire, but what about with sunlight? I say you have a good two minutes before the ceiling burns away. How much does Eddy love you? If he really loves you, then you have nothing to worry about right?" By now he was yelling, screaming almost in a psychotic manner. Breathing heavily, he leaped from the treehouse and stood to watch it burn. Laughing manically to himself. Eyes twitching and his expression quite mad.

He had lost it.

Her face remained the same as he said these things to her. She had given up. Nearly three hundred years of unhappiness, as she bound her own life up as tight as her corset. Edward, please come back here. Hurry! As fast as you can! Kirai rose to her feet, and walked close enough to the entrance just to look down at him without the faint light of day hitting her. "Salazar, you say these things as if they would bother me." For some reason, now, she had no fear of death. If she died here, Avarice would avenge her soul that died as well. Edward would avenge her body. Just as people trusted in God, Kirai had a seamless faith in Nature. The flames crackled and rose all around her, it was really hot, but Kirai stood with her head held high. She outstretched a hand into one of the flames, and played with the fire as it didn't burn her.

The image of a leaf flying madly in the wind still haunted her. Is chaos freedom, or the ultimate slavery? To give yourself over to the force of your desires and the flow of life amongst the presence of death... Kirai would find her answer to this question, even if two minutes were all she had left.

Jonah had never been the agressive type, and he loved the romance and emotion of love more than anything physical. He held her hands but he knew it would not be tonight. He wanted to postpone this until she was and they were married.