She was huddled behind the garbage bags and trash cans in a darkened alley. It was so cold that she couldnt feel her legs and most of her arms. Why must god treat me so horribly? All I stole was a loaf of bread.. A single tear slipped from her eye and down her cheek, flowing onto her lips where she licked it up with a parched tongue. Now was not the time to waste water on tears.

She sensed his before she heard him. There was a warm, echoing aura seeping off of him, like honey from a honey comb. She crawled forward, craving his warmth. He smiled down at her, and held out his hand.

"Wont you come with me?" He asked. His voice like whispers of soft silk.

She put a trembling hand into his, needing his warmth, craving it, desiring it. He wrapped his body around hers, crooning softly into her ear. She curled into him, overflowing with warmth and soft caresses. It seemed like time had stopped. That it was nothing but an endless wave of warm silk.

She heard a sharp crack ring through the night, and saw the backs of her numb legs. He caught her as she fell, latching his lips onto her breast, right over her heart. The darkness was closing in.

At least I'm warm...