[i]'U-uh, Zachary?. . . Are you all right?'[/i]

Zachary head shot up, his back facing Evangeline. He heard a pounding rhythm coming from her direction, and it drew him to her. He got up and turned around, a warm inviting smile on his face, but his eyes were a Intensely cold and hungering scarlet. His stance was tense, yet at the same time relaxed, like a Alpha predator about to pounce. 

Suddenly, Umbram stepped in front of him, causing his smile to turn into an annoyed grimace.

"Umbram, move out of the way. I just want to greet my fellow Reaper." His voice had a strange pull to it, a dark charm that drew people towards him, to let their guard down, to be at complete ease. Umbram didn't move an inch, his cold eyes staring Zachary down fiercely. Then he spoke, his voice a multitude of soft whispers, all speaking as one.

[i]"Is this what you truly want, Zachary, to give in. If you do what I know your trying to do, what makes you any better than him, just look at yourself."[/i] Umbram's shadowy skin suddenly became highly reflective, like an obsidian mirror, showing Zach his reflection.

His reaction was instanteous, he recoiled from his Mori like he was on fire, fear showing clearly on his face. For he didn't see himself, he saw the monster that killed his mother.

[i]"I am the shadow born of your death, of your pain. Do you truly wish to ever inflict that on another?"[/i]

Umbram's words cut deep as Zachary glanced at his Mori, the Evangeline, then his Mori again. His eyes lit up, once again a bright silver hue, and he fell back down as his legs gave out. He crawlec back into a corner, terrified of what he had been about to do. He hit a wall, then curled up into a ball, beginning to hyper ventilate. 

'Oh god, what have I done.' Zach thought frantically. He had believed that he could control it. But this hunger, this power, this bloodlust was all consuming. Before he even knew, it had a grip on his mind. He began to cry, big loud sobs, as the reality of his impulsiveness hit him. The hunger he had been feeling was strong, but he could resist it rather easily. This was so much different, so much more devious. It took hold of his mind, not through instinct like before, but through mental manipulation. Even now he could hear voices whispering in his mind, harsh, vicious, and hungry. 
[i]'Drink her, Drain her of every last drop. It doesn't matter she wants to die, such a will thing will never make it in this world, so why not end her now. Save something else the trouble.'[/i]

"Leave me alone," He screamed, clutching his head, "Get put of my head."

All this while Umbram stood by Evangeline, a sad look in his eyes.