He waited outside the inn watching her closely. The way she moved, her fragrance, her hair; every ounce of her flesh beckoned him to her. The moon shone brightly in the sky, full and low. Her pale skin looked too sallow in the day, but at night it reflected the soft moonlight in the most agonizing ways.
He wanted to touch every inch of her skin. His fingers trembled at the thought. Just once, just one night when she was so pure, so white. He wanted to wreck that beauty. His mind was twisting images of her. In his mind he saw her naked and open before him. He paused and held his hands just a fraction above her breasts. Then in a moment of perverse pleasure he imagined it.
His hand fell upon her silken skin. A finger traced a swirl of a line from the nape of her neck down her collar bone. The black streaks trailing behind. Her face so calm, her doe eyes wide watching him in horror as a scream wells up. The breath she can't take shocks her and her eyes widen in horror.
He smiles at the thought of tainting her this way. Then a heavy sigh escapes him. In reality the one thing he wants more would be to touch her again and see her smile from pleasure. This is his torture, his soul's deep desire split between pleasure and pain. Wanting to bring her harm and enjoying the visions of ways and means to do so tears at the small shreds of love left in his empty chest.
He loves her. True love. And the angel loved him. He remembers every moment they shared, every touch, every kiss and embrace. His arms remember the weight of her body. She is free to live without these memories that bind him. Spotless and pure. He is shackled to them, fated to remember for eternity.
The endless fight between the love he remembers and the hate for all that she stands for. Endless tugging between wanting to cherish and desiring her destruction. This is the torment for his sins. That he must forever bring her ultimate ruin again and again. Each time he hopes it will be their last dance and each time at the end he sees himself in her grief. His reflection in her eyes show him how she despises him. He sees her remember each time before, remember it all.
And each time she rejects him again. His wounds freshly cut by the look she has for him. Each time he hopes she will find it in her to forgive him, and each time he is denied. Thus they dance again and again through the millennia.
He watches her blow the candles out. Her sweet face glowing in the window. She pauses and looks straight at him. His blue eyes pierce the black night. Lightning strikes and he is seen. She gasps and snatches the curtains closed.
The rain has soaked the hem of his blue pants. He had seen enough for tonight and he walks away.
