Elena let out stiffled moans under Gabriel's embrace. She was not the type to cry in front of someone else, but Gabriel... Oh Gabriel! What had he done to her? She felt like all the weight pressed on her was lifted away by the simple hug.
He stroked her hair gently as if telling her to let it all out. He smelled of sweat and blood but she cared less. Her tears dampened the thin shirt he wore. The feeling of having him close, lost in his embrace... Strangely, she wanted it to last forever!
"We'll show them," Gabriel whispered, his voice low but cold. "We'll show each one of them what it is like to suffer. The pain of someone you love being taken away from you!" And at that moment, he imagined Elena snatched away from him, a thought too painful to bear.
"Hush now," he coerced, gently stroking her hair. "Don't cry. You're perfect."
