I hate her.
That was the thought which I awoke with that day.
How I hated her. How I loathed and despised her. How I cursed her name in the deepest confines of my darkest heart! The very thought of having her, curled my lip in disdain, and thoughts, such dark thoughts, flooded my mind.
And there were times, while she slept, where I thought of killing her...
Much like now.
My eyes lingered over the curve of her body. The soft sounds of her breath as she slept so soundly. And slowly I lifted my hand, with such evil intent, and hovered over her. How easily it would be, I thought. It would be so simple. Just a snap of her neck... her long, lovely, slender neck, and I would be rid of her. I would spare her a gruesome death, for that was the extent of my compassion for her. To spare her a slow, and painful passing, which was what I favored in my victims....
But she was not one of my victims.
Far from it...
But then a soft sigh escaped her lips. The sound of her tresses brushing along the silk of our bedding, yes, our bedding, as she turned to face me. The upturned corners of her lips, most likely from a dream that I could never fathom, would still my hand. And that feeling would rise within me. How dare she!
How dare she!
It was as if she knew of my dark intentions, and there were times where I was sure that she did.
So I dropped my hand, instead, onto her her flaxen hair and ran my claws through it, in place of her neck. Watching then as the corners of her lips curved into a softer smile and another sigh would escape her lips before her eyes would open to reveal those shocking amethyst eyes I would deem more precious than stone. Those eyes which had always haunted me since the moment I came across this Elf. Oh vile woman! Accursed female! Loathsome, beautiful, captivating Elf! How I despise you! I thought, my face conveying nothing of my thoughts to the lovely creature that lay besides me.
"Good morning, Dori..." she spoke warmly, lovingly, and traced her fingers along my cheek just so, the light bouncing off the gold band which graced her ring finger.
"And you, my little moussse..." I replied, slipping my hand from her hair to rest upon her waist as I pulled her possessively towards me.
And the last traces of my evil intent would make one finally pass across my mind.
How I hate you.....
For you have made me love you.