Slowly, ever so slowly Adam turned around. The anger was clear in her voice but what did she really expect of him? Every logical thought in his head told him to keep walking. Let her yell at his back and never look back. The only fault in his logic was that he had no choice but to see her again. And again. And again. Damn this woman would literally be the death of him. As he turned to face her his allowed his anger to boil in his veins and he summoned his power around him. A familiar brush of shadow licked at his skin as he flickered in and out of view a few times as she approached him.

[color=gray]“You are mistaken, darling, if you think I give a shit about your opinion.”[/color] Adam stated in a deadly calm voice as she started in. She started walking toward him and her flames grew violently behind her. It was quite beautiful to watch her anger be poured into bright orange and yellow flashes of color. The opposite of the shadow that was dancing across his skin. Despite the heat of her flames and anger, Adam stood his ground as she continued to advance on him. His cold dead eyes stayed locked on hers as she poured herself out in her words and power. Finally she stopped in front of him, her breath tickling his face and smelling slightly of her last meal. Chicken, if he had to guess. The last word she said hung heavily in the air as he continued to stare at her with the same deadly calm. After a few moments of tense and unmoving silence, Adam let out a soft cruel laugh.

[color=gray]“What the fuck did you expect me to say?”[/color] He took a step forward, forcing her to take a step back least she find herself pressed into his body. [color=gray]“Did you think I would join you in this fantasy world you are painting for yourself?”[/color] Another step. [color=gray]“Did you think I would come willingly participate in some secret training?”[/color] Another step. [color=gray]“You naïve pathetic little girl!”[/color] Another step and he had her pressed up against the brick of the building she had just scorched.  He slammed his fists into the brick on either side of her head. [color=gray]“You live in a fantasy world where everyone is good and perfect! I do not fit into you rainbow picture, bitch! I am evil, I am darkness, and I am death! I tried to kill you, and I would try again if it did not mean killing myself! So, yes! I will come meet you once every three days to shake your fucking hand to stay alive. And yes, that is my solid plan. And when, not if, my coven takes over yours, I will save your pathetic worm of a life and throw you in the dungeon where I will continue to visit you every three days to stay alive.”[/color]

Adam’s breath was uneven and brushing across Ciara’s face even blowing a few strands of her hair away. Up this close, he could see the details of her face from the light freckles speckled across her nose and cheek bones to the way her eyes faded from a dark to light chocolate. He became aware that every couple of breaths he could feel her breasts brush against his chest. Slowly the ice in his eyes melted. As if on its own accord, his right hand came down from the wall and he used his index finger to trace a constellation her freckles formed on her cheeks.  [color=gray]“Ciara.”[/color] He said softly as if tasting her name for the first time. 
Every instinct told him to pull away but her brown eyes were shining in the most beautiful way, and her lips looked too sweet to pass up. With one finger under her chin, Adam tilted her face up just slightly to give him better access to her lips. A shiver ran down his spine and a strong wave of power he had never felt before uncoiled around him casting the alley way into a deeper darkness. The first press of his lips was soft and almost hesitant but it only lasted for a moment. His other hand ran down the wall until it was at her waist. Then he hand was gripping her left hip and yanking her hips into his with no gentleness. Meanwhile his lips pressed against her with bruising force and his tongue was pushing into her mouth without waiting for an invitation. His right hand tangled itself in her hair as he used his body to push her back into the wall so that her every curve pushed into his hard solid body. His tongue swirled and battled in her mouth trying to taste every part of her he could reach. The darkness around them continued to grow deeper until it was almost a solid object pushing the two of them together.