"Myra," he reached out to her, she moved out of reach. He looked hurt, "what do you want?" She questioned. "Your love," he said as he swallowed the lump in his throat, "Myra, I may be the most feared creature besides the Devil and all the demons that follow him." They circled around the kitchen island, he tried to go a bit faster but she held the knife up more. "Myra, you are meant for me, you are the reincarnation of my love. I waited hundreds of years to see you, to hear you, to touch you," he said, getting closer...