********! Would he never get a full night's rest?

Every time he slept, there she was, haunting him, plaguing him. DESTROYING HIM. Since their encounter, he hadn't been functioning properly at all. When was the last time he ate? He couldn't remember anything that occurred in the last few days. He had been scouting for Charonite hadn't he? It seemed like everything was so trivial compared to her. He couldn't stop thinking about her, wanting to see her, hell, wanting her.

He sat up in the floor and buried his face in his hands. It was dark and he was naked on the cold floor, yet it brought little distraction to his thoughts. These dreams would have to stop. This desire he had for her would have to stop. That girl would be his ruin.

Infuriating. Frustrating. Desirable. Beautiful. Dammit to hell, there he went again. Not desirable. Not beautiful. Trouble. She was trouble. Trouble in a nice, adorable, sexy little package.

What he needed was to get laid. Yes! To bury himself into the curves of another woman. Satiate himself to the point that she no longer existed to him or at least he'd be too tired to think of another female for a very.. very long time. How long had it been since he had been with a woman? Too long.

Something tugged at his chest. Pain? Just thinking about being with another woman felt like he was betraying her. They were nothing. She was nothing. Even if she was the girl from his dreams, some half-forgotten past, it did not dictate the present or the future, right? Yet he felt trapped. Trapped in some web of hers. He felt like he belonged to her. How ******** ******** up was that? How would he explain that one to anyone? What would they think of him? That he'd gone ******** ******** that with a spiked ******** that with a spiked bat attached to the hand of a two headed Charonite.

He would kill her.

Yes, he would kill her. All this would end with her death. It was the only thing that made sense, right? He'd be free from this curse. He'd be able to do his duties again without clouded thoughts of some girl he barely even spoke with.

Without further thought, he shifted into his feline form and teleported inside of her room. He had to admit, he liked this teleportation gift from the General-King, even if it did mean that Charonite could pull him to him anytime he wanted. It came in handy.

She was sleeping, he couldn't see her yet but he could hear her silent breathing. He shifted back into his human form, clothes in tact and unsheathed his claws. A quick slice to her throat and she would die quickly. He slowly stepped toward her bed and extended a clawed finger before he froze instantly in his tracks, like a deer caught in a headlight.

She was so.. damnably..beautiful. She looked so angelic laying there with her hair down, spread about her. Her skin was flawless, almost like a porcelain doll. There was a slight flush to her cheeks as if she was dreaming about something interesting and her lips puckered out invitingly. Most of her was covered under thick blankets except for a wrist and a hand. Even her fingers looked perfect, so slender and small in comparison to his own.

How could he have thought of destroying something so beautiful? So perfect. He quietly dropped to his knees and leaned forward to press a very soft kiss to her forehead. He would not -- could not harm her and god damn anyone that ever did.

He was hers. She was his. There was no denying this when she was near. Everything felt right when he was with her. Like a puzzle suddenly fitting in place, he was less confused around her. It was then that he realized that this is where he truly belonged but how could he make it happen? He was part of the Negaverse and she was some school girl. No, she was more. Deep down, he knew exactly what she was but it was a secret he would take to the grave. His loyalties to the Negaverse didn't extend that far.

With one final kiss, this time to the top of her head, he teleported out and back into the dark, lonely room he called 'home'. He had some serious thinking to do.