Disclaimer: All characters belong to S. Meyer. Lyrics belong to KOL, although I've tweaked them a bit to fit the story.

I've been roaming around, always looking down at all I see.

She was sitting on top of the highest cliff of First Beach. He thought it was a fitting throne. She had always been wild, wanton, and free; and this high point of no return was where she reigned supreme. She was staring out at the rough seas and he took a moment to study her flawless features. The set of her jaw, the fiery spark in her eyes and the smooth brow all screamed: raw power.

Painted faces fill the places I can't reach. You know that I could use somebody.

He had traveled across nations, prayed with mystics, and made pilgrimages over miles of barren lands. He had been gone the past five years, preparing for the moment when the power of their ancestors would pass through him and he would finally become the leader his people had waited over a century for.

Someone like you and all you know and how you speak. Countless lovers undercover of the street. You know that I could use somebody, someone like you.

The beauty and serenity he had found over the past half-decade were nothing compared to the woman in front of him, her sheer beauty leaving him breathless. She smelled of sun and clay and something just so deliciously ripe, and once again he knew without a doubt that she would be his undoing.

Off in the night, while you live it up, I'm off to sleep. Waging war to shake the poet and the beat. I hope it's going to make you notice, someone like me.

"You're back." She stated without turning to face him.

She was a goddess, his goddess, and he wanted nothing more than to kneel down and worship at her lovely feet.

He moved closer, praying she would turn her glorious face upon him.

"It's been a long time." She said as he sat beside her.

Ah, finally his prayers were answered. She shifted, so minutely that if it were anyone besides him it would have gone completely unnoticed, and he was granted a small glance at her full beauty. He knew it was on purpose, the half hidden face, it was his punishment for being away so long. He was so attuned to her every breath that he would never miss a fleeting thought to cross her features.

"Yes," he growled. "It's been long enough." He didn't mean for his words to come out so gruffly but he could barely breathe around her, much less control his voice.

She sighed. The soft sound coming from her full lips did wicked thing to his insides. He had always had a certain fascination with those lips and it had been so long since he tasted her. Since before the death of Nessie, which was shortly before his spiritual trek began.

"So you're ready?" she asked, her face still in a pout and her eyes still avoiding his.

"Yes. That's what they tell me." His voice was gentler this time. The 'they' he mentioned were the elders that had cruelly drug him away from this deity in front of him, right when they were both starting to realize how strong their feelings for each other really were.

"Well, I hope they're right. It would be awful if they had put all of their hope into a complete failure."

He couldn't help but growl under his breath, not at her but in agreement with her. And he knew it would be even more awful if they had taken him away from this creature and it ended up being for no reason, if all of the prophecies were wrong and he wasn't intended to be the immortal savior of the Quilete.

"Still the bitter harpy?"

And finally she turned to him, and upon seeing her face shining in the moonlight he felt the wind knock out of him and the earth tilt off its axis. It didn't matter if he was the most respected man in their tribe; she was still the only temple to which he offered his prayers.

"What can I say? I have abandonment issues." She spat back at him, before getting to her feet and walking away from him.

I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see.

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