Suffocating in her smell, her voice, her presence. He had for a few moments in time looked at her through human eyes. Touched her with mortal skin. He wasn’t the shadow out of the corner of her eye, but a living and breathing man. Sure he had to overtake another’s body to do it; but the memory of her tears erased any doubt about his actions tonight. She had been truly devastated. He could see her memories and saw clearly what had happened. Her mother had roughed her up and it had gotten really scary for her. He could see the instant in which she hadn’t known whether she would live or die. And as with everything, Emily felt this so intensely it radiated from her. He should have greedily anticipated her dreams tonight. Knowing that he would be satiated beyond anything he had ever experienced. Instead he felt her sorrow, her fear and he had inexplicably wanted to take those feelings from her. When he had touched her, it had shaken him to his core.
