Silence.
Even the slow music had stopped.
Cain and Theodora walked up to each other, meeting in the centre of the room.
She stared at him inquisitively, curiously and delightfully, "You are...,"
"Yes," He took her hand and brought it to his lips, "It's me," He pressed a kiss to it.
"Do you remember? Do you remember us as you are now?!"
"If I didn't, I wouldn't have spent years trying to bring you back, my dear,"
She smiled, "I'm so glad to be back. Felt like I was... rotting in here, trapped inside a dark place,"
"You'll never be trapped again, my dearest. Not when I'm alive,"
"I'll take that as a promise," She said and took another look at the anxious wolves around them, "Tell me what exactly is happening here. Did you really come here for a party, or a slaughter?"
"A bit of both," Cain replied, his eyes matching her bloodthirsty ones, "I was simply waiting for you to come out so I can share it all with you,"
She blushed a little, "How charming of you,"
