There was a warmth that came through her and into him when she linked her arm to his. Not a physical sensation, but something that filled him from the very insides. Ray had to wonder whether she really believed it when he said that he had never stopped loving her, the doubt gnawed at him like a dog with a slab of meat. But she told him that she loved him as well, but Ray wasn't too sure if he should consider anything said after a life threatening night of near death and blood soaked carnage and to a badly injured man covered from head to waist in dried vampire blood as gospel.
Does she love him like a brother, or a dog? She always did love animals and they loved her too. That damnable cat of hers had no love for Ray though, what if they were in it together?
Gah! It just made him want to give up and cry, and that made him angry, and being angry just made his body ache more, and that was only making him angrier!
Suffice it say, that despite the warmth of her touch, he was in a foul mood. If there was any saving grace to being so moody, it was that it might just boost his power enough if this fruitless search came to a fight.
[i]When this is over...I'm going on a long vacation, only I think I'll just forget to come back.[/i]
The gloomy clouds had descended on him completely by now, and it was all he could to robotically utter back a, "Heheh. Yeah, I guess it is."
Ray was beginning to wish they would find some acolytes, he was itching to hurt somebody.