Lifetimes

In the midst of a storm he ran wild while his heart was gushing blood he showed no interest in the fact that he was injured the scratches on his body the Bruise just above his eye the cut on his lip, nothing could take his focus off of her, he searched for her, desperate, uncontrollable, he needed her like a meth Head needed his fix, all day he had spent thinking of her eyes, like sapphire, with a hint of demonic flame, the rich sweet flavor of her lips, the ice cold Touch of her body but the skin color of warm autumn, he let nothing break his focus, not the wind or rain, not the blood or pain, not even the fact that it was Her who hurt him, who cut him, who ripped out his heart and devoured it right before his very eyes, of the blissful sound she had made, she had the look of  Such pleasure on her lips, he was entranced, such madness... Yet he was attracted, pulled in by her look, she could kill him a million times over yet still he Would awake, his body on fire, burning with lust and desire for a women, a goddess, a curse, a blessing, a nightmare, a dream, of just wonder and beauty, whose Eyes could catch the attention of thousands of women and men alike, he ran in Search for her now awoken from death once again he knew what he needed to do he Needed to finish what he had started a century ago, he needed to save her, from herself, from the monsters, and from him....but would Destiny even allow him to See her once again, would fate ever release her from her misery? Set her free to chose her own way? Her own love? Her own destroyer?