Memoirs of Madness~2

Pure. Raw. Animalistic. 
Like a moth to a flame I was drawn back. I suppose it was inevitable that I couldn't stay away, any fool could have figured that out. Though he drives me to bouts of near insanity with his holier than thou attitude, the intrigue was born the moment we met. Like the curiosity that killed the cat, I needed to know more. And now his touch, his kisses, his unmatched passion by any lover I have ever known, is seared into my soul for eternity. And my words are not lost on me, for no demon possesses its soul, and surely not the capacity to understand emotions of any kind. Don't let my given nature fool you, I struggle with the dark side of who or what I am surely as an human who has dark desires, but I assure anyone who would ask that I somehow have found noble intentions within myself as well. There was nothing noble that came from my going to him tonight, seeking out his company, urging him to our battle of words once more. I know what he is now, a guardian of witches, a whitelighter, a guardian angel to some I am sure. But there was no guardian angel this evening and my body still hums with electricity, if I close my eyes I can still feel his scorching touch on my skin as he literally ripped each piece of clothing from my body and I did not hesitate to return this favor as my hands were allowed to briefly explore what I could before he was buried within me. This man is a contradiction unto himself. He presents a hard, cold, noble front to the world, but there is something deeper to this man. It is something, I believe no one has bothered to uncover. How could his present lover leave him to his own devices and not want to be by his side every waking moment. I can not fathom Wyatt's lover leaving him so alone. But to contemplate such ideas leads me to believe should his lover had not left him alone, I would have not tasted the forbidden fruit such as I have tonight. And now this man I try to tell myself to despise has me..dare I say addicted after two meetings of the minds..and now the body as well. I hunger for more of him, more knowledge of the person he hides from the world, and more knowledge of the passion he seems to keep caged within himself. I do not know what I would do if the world should not afford me any more of him. Would I move forward and continue my existence as I always have, moving from one town to the next, or would I tear this ungodly world apart searching for him? I have stumbled upon a stranger within myself with all of these new questions and dare I say..feelings? Is that even possible? And what if he were to know what I truly am? Or does already know? Someone as powerful as he is must have truly sensed it the moment we met..and now my questions are too many and this strange light fluttery feeling in the pit of my stomach as I think of him has become too much. The night is young..the hunt is calling to me..there are innocent people to protect..anything to quiet my mind from so many things I suddenly do not understand...