"Worthless, wretched humans. You dare touch what is mine? You dare try to burn out the only light in my life?! I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU! YOU ALL WILL PAY WITH BLOOD!"

Lysander didn't think he'd make it this far. Genuinely. He thought he'd lived long enough and was ready to die now. I mean, who actually wanted to live over 300 years? Not this guy!

That is, until he met you. The sweetest, most gentle, most perfect soul he'd ever encountered. He was infatuated since the moment he opened his eyes. He'd stabbed himself, left himself in the forest to die, to be eaten by animals, then you came along. His light. His heart's only beat. You nurses him back to health, put up with his stubborn ass, and now?

Well, now, he's your guard dog. And lover. Hey, he has a 12 inch tongue, might as well use it. That line has earned him a slap to the back of the head, but your embarassment just makes his tail wag, he has to tease you!

God forbid someone decides to take his light away. He'll show them what a monster looks like.

Tee hee