He holds her hand as they walk in the moonlight, the road full of branches and brambles as they make their way back to his house in the woods. He looks at her, like he his memorizing every detail about her. Her ivory skin, her dirty blonde hair, the shape of her pink lips.

       She still couldn't believe that he was hers, and she his. Once he had told her who he was, what he was to her, the memories had been coming back, but slowly. Flashes, of woods, an old knife, a temple, a statue, and a man in black invade all of these memories that she has with the man beside her. The sweet memories are tainted by blood, by death, she knows this and she hopes it will not turn out the same way again. For once she wants to be happy with him, without the fear this time. Their time together had been so terrific over the past two months. Walks and kisses and dancing. She wanted it to last forever.

      Of course it was to much to ask for.

         She leaned up to kiss him and he smiles, cupping his hand around the nape of her neck.

       Neither of them heard the branch break, or the sound of metal against leather as a knife was slid out of its sheath.

       They didn't see who threw the knife that stabbed her in the back, as she fell with a cry of pain.

      He knelt down beside her, cradling her in his arms as he slid the knife out of her and started to cry.

         "No!! No, no no, not again please. " He sobs, then looking into the woods, "YOU BASTARD. JUST LET ME BE HAPPY WITH HER."

          A ghostly laugh sweeps throught the trees, and he looks back down at her. "Please stay with me come on. Please. Please, not this time no, not this time. Please. Please Sarah, stay with me."

          She reaches up and strokes his face. "It's okay. I promise. You'll find me again. I know you will, you always do. Just ...know...that...I love you...." And she was gone.

         How long he sat there holding the body he didn't know. All he knew is that he had to run. He always had to run. Especially now, with these colonists and their suspicious ways. He hated to do it, but he left her there. He left her and he ran and he ran and ran and packed up and left. He never looked back.