Snippet #1864264

As they strolled along the path through the grove, Aaron's eyes were fixed on his feet. Rarely did he look up at her face as she spoke. All her talk about Heaven made him ponder and think. If it really did exist, then so did Hell. That would mean that Aaron went to Hell. It didn't bother him in any way. If he had to see his loved ones again he would be ashamed, knowing that they would be disgusted in him. He never wanted them to see what he had become.
For God's sake, Aaron was the one who killed all of them. That in itself was unforgivable.
"Oh? And who is that?" he said and finally looked at her, wondering what she had meant by what she said. What loved one could she see from there? It certainly could not be him. If that was the case, she fell in love too quickly. Or maybe not, but she definately trusted too easily. But all his other victims had trusted him too easily as well. It was part of his alluring persona.

She moved closer to him, as if the encroaching shadows warned of something ominous. Like they wanted her; to take her down to the deepest caverns under the earth and keep her there alone and in dispair. Only Aaron didn't fear that. No, he was used to the night and welcomed every corner of darkness like it was an old friend. As if it embraced him.
"The docks? I've only rarely been there." he said and tilted his head. "Don't fear," Aaron's voice grew deeper as he spoke in a hushed voice. "Don't fear the dark now, for the Reaper holds no sway under a moon like that."
He noticed her squinting eyes and smiled to himself. What she didn't see, he did. He knew that the darkness played tricks on the human mind. "In nights like these, even the birds and the beasts of the darker hours retreat to admire the power of the moon." Aaron looked at her with a wicked smile and the gold in his eyes reflected the moonlight again. "Only the werewolves come out under a full moon!" he winked, to make sure he only jested and joked. He didn't want to scare her.