Meir walked into the room, finding a bludgeoned body and a smiling Lana.

"Dinner. On me."

She looked down at her blood covered body. "Literally. I know you said you're not hungry. But you...turn a little...how do you say?"

She stood, her heels clacking along her floors. "This mark gets darker," she trailed, stroking the mark above his happy trail.

"And so does your aura."

He smirked, licking the blood from her neck. "You shouldn't have. Really. You shouldn't have. I enjoy the kill."

She smirked. "Good thing he's still alive. Dinner and a show. And...maybe a little dessert." She smiled opening her coat. "That's on me too."

He looked her up and down. He licked his lips. "You didn't have to do this, Lana. I..."

"Well you won't take my soul. It's the least I can do to show you my gratitude."

Meir glanced at the grazing man. "A simple...thank you, would suffice."

"Well then let's just say...I've come to like you, Meir."

He pulled her close. "Lana I'm worried for the state of your soul."

She smirked. "I know that too. As long as I keep my hands clean...you'll still want to eat me right?"

He looked her up and down once more, licking his lips hungrily. "I will want to eat you no matter what, Lana. I assure you, dear. Nothing you do will ever stop me from wanting to consume you."

She shuddered softly, his lips pressing against her neck. He lifted her up, with on hand, to his lips.

"I would ruin you," he whispered in her ears. "Every way possible, Lana. And after I'd drag you off my dick, limp, and stupid with pleasure, I'd go home...take care of your child, until I'm back to do it again."

"What's stopping you," she huffed.

"I'd ruin you," he said simply.

He pulled away from her, taking out his axe. "I won't dirty your floors. I'll take my meal to go, dear. I'll give Lily your regards."

He paused by the door before turning around, dropping the man, pulling her into his arms, her breath fleeing her, her cheeks heating at his intense gaze. He lifted her, kissing her deeply, his tongue sweeping her mouth. She cupped his face, pulling him closer.

"You still taste like holy water," he murmured against her lips. "But I like this sting. I don't want to leave you untouched tonight. My Lana."

She shivered, pulling him closer. "Then don't," she craved his lips, seeking them.

He shook his head, frowning, his brows knitted with the indecisiveness.

He sucked her tongue, wrapping her legs around his waist. "You are the object of all my desires, Lana. And yet...you confound my very existence. I... I can't decide what to do with you."

Lana smiled softly, her hands sinking into his hair.

"You can kiss me, Meir."

Her arms wrapped around him, her hips rolling against his. Meir shuddered, moaning into her mouth:

"I can do more than that. I can do things you've never seen. Make you feel things you've never felt. But I fear for you. You've already fallen so far. Whether it's my fault for tying your heart up," he looked away. "Regarding your daughter of course. Or just my presence . I feel...terribly for it."

Lana looked between his eyes, she cupped his face. "Because you...want me to be better?"

He frowned. "I want...I want for you to be happy. Good. Not like I am. I want so badly for you, Lana to have good things. And good things do not come to people like me."

Lana blinked. Maybe he'd drugged her. Put her under some sort of spell. She couldn't be sure. She used to hate him. Not really. She was afraid of him.

But all she kept hearing was...he wanted her to be happy. He wanted her to be good. He wanted good things for her.

And it didn't look like he even understood what he was saying. What he was admitting. She held his face gently.

"You're very handsome, Meir. Get going your foods getting cold. And I'm sure my lily is lonely. Give her a kiss for me."

Meir nodded gently, kissing her head as he vanished.