Passion vs. Rational Thinking

Passion vs. Rational Thinking

Disclaimer: I do not own it. However, I openly admit that I have an unnatural infatuation with Vegeta.

Warning: There will be killing in this chapter and quite graphic, so skip the part if it disturbs you.

Enjoy.

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Chapter 5: Shattered Proposal, the Blood turns Cold.

Hollow sound waves echoed throughout the luxurious mansion that housed the target of the most deadly and beautiful of all demons waking the mortals' ground. His gleaming black eyes easily cut through the darkness ruling out any other unwelcome whispers that may distract him from his goal, lightening bolts as well as any rational thoughts.

The echoes; the only warning of his presence died away simultaneously as the sleek predator halted in front of the heavy mahogany door that was the only thing that shielded him from her. His prize, his passion, his possession, his goal, his mate.

He took a moment to bask in his as well as victory. He, the prince of all saiyans would finally be able to re-establish himself as the leader figure using the woman's power to pull himself into the light of influence, and achieve the life he should have had, and thus a proper life that was only fitting for the first heir in the new generation of royal saiyans. He would be enveloped in the ice shimmering beauty's heavenly light, a light which warmth he had only felt a few times at the beginning of his heat. A light of spirit and a warmth of acceptance, and it were then he had known that he could not let her go. The need she roused in him whenever he slid into her sweet depths and the horrible memories she washed away without even knowing were too much to give up.

But she was a fiery little thing, and he would have to fight for her. He would have to fight her to get her. Yes, he could put up a stupid false front of a love sick gentleman and persuade her to join him. But in the end he knew that she was too clever to fall for such a shabby trick. It would be degrading to play a soft hearted fool simply in order to get what he wanted. He was a killer and that wasn't about to change, not even to get her, not even to keep her, and not even for her.

Besides, it would be an insult to his future mate to underestimate the intelligence of such a special and exquisite creature such as her.

A triumphing roar of the storm brought the prince out of his trance and the flash of white light illuminating the hall revealed the shadow smiling his dangerous half smile before the darkness swallowed him up again. Any other watching him would have thought they saw a dark stalker ready to pounce on his prey. The whole atmosphere with the thundering storm and clattering rain, the branches of the threes tapping eerily against the windows and the helpless victim lying unaware in her bed created the perfect illusion to inspire such thoughts. The only thing missing was the shimmering knife in Vegeta's hand and the clock beating its twelve beats until the sounds were overruled by a woman's frantic screaming as she was brutally raped and murdered by the man she had refused.

A particularly mighty thunderclap disturbed Vegeta in his plans. He had no intension of pulling anything unexpected. He may know how he would react to this quite sudden change of future plans and he might think that he could foresee the woman's reaction as well. But had he bothered skimming through her behaviour patterns such as he had observed during their quality time together, or for any other human female for that matter. Then he would know that the mind of a woman is one of the most complicated and mysterious phenomena in the entire universe. It was a dangerous affair toying with a woman's emotions, especially some as sensible and flaring as those of the human race.

Vegeta had after all experienced the power of the old wise saying; Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Scorned, yes he had scorned her. He had degraded her dignity and cracked her pride, all in one careless hormone polluted word.

Whore.

It was the worst thing you could ever do to a woman. When he had released it from his mouth it had felt good. She had been emotionally hurt and it had given him control. His harsh words had however burned its way deeper into her self-esteem that he would had thought or cared to admit at the time. It was however only right that she'd been upset; the word had been released in a moment of scornful mockery the minute that she'd submitted to him, instead of a sweaty deep throated compliment, praising her for her skill between the sheets.

Vegeta was ripped from his thoughts as his sensitive hearing picked up the sound of a moaning human. It teased its way through his ears cracking his massive control and he smirked in triumph; everything was set for him to release his plan and build a new existence with the woman by his side.

Raising his hand he took hold of the golden doorknob carefully twisting it soundlessly before pushing the door open. The thin stream of moonlight that flooded from the cracked open door and into the room led his vision straight to the crumpled figure on the bed. Vegeta slipped inside and moved fluidly towards her. His prize was lying protectively under the huge black mass of softness that was her blankets. He could clearly see her since she had forgotten to pull the curtains before her windows. The moon hung high on the sky reflecting in Vegeta's eyes. The moonlight pooled on her face illuminating her skin a shimmering pearly white, her hair was a black sea of waves and swirls of blue danced in harmony with the moonlight teasing his eyes, she was so beautiful.

He licked his lips, stalking all the way up to her bedside he simply stood once more basking in her beauty, and the more he admired her, the more secure he felt about his decision to claim her. His ears pecked as she rolled over moaning and as her eyes fluttered Vegeta's body tensed, finally her bright blues blinked open. She shrieked pulling the covers up to her chin when she caught eye of the looming shadow. She backed away unsteadily still holding the covers with one hand, breath hitching. Vegeta repressed the urge to roll his eyes at her foolishness; the silly woman should know that no harm could ever make it through all of the security systems guarding her precious little life. No one would ever be able to reach her, except for him.

“Calm down woman, it's me.”

Immediately the rigid figure leapt into action. There was a rustle of sheets as she fumbled with the switch to the lamp on her nightstand, suddenly a flash of bright light blinked night to day and they both had to clamp their stinging eyes shut in order to see. When the momentary blindness subsided she slumped down, letting her head roll back against the headboard she sighed deeply before snapping her head in his direction.


“Jesus Christ Vegeta!” She exploded lowly through gritted teeth. “Couldn't you have waited until tomorrow or at least knocked before you scared me half to death?”

Would it have been any other situation Vegeta would have smirked and maybe even teased her about it, but he tightened his throat. He was here to make his propose to the woman, and he would not screw it up by awakening her wrath.

Bulma in turn also seemed to have caught on to his quiet calm demeanour for she drew in her breath waiting with curious eyes for his reason to trespass into her bedroom in the middle of the night.

“It can't wait until tomorrow.”

She blinked once licking her lips while her eyes darted around restlessly. Vegeta frowned; he could smell a hint of fear coating her skin. Why was she nervous?

She swallowed once before answering. “Well, what is it that you want.” Her voice was small and quiet and it only added to Vegeta's confusion. He had studied enough about human women's thoughts when they found themselves in a situation like this with what they termed to be a sexy man.

A part of him had considered the possibility that the woman may think that he wanted to have sex with her. But he couldn't smell any arousal and judging by the way she was still clutching her blankets he doubted that it was that kind move he should pull in order to persuade her. But what was wrong with her? He had never harmed her and now she was covering like a quivering puppy. He had no clue to what she was thinking but surely it couldn't be the thought of him coming for sex that scared her. He would never take her against her will. Besides, she had enjoyed having sex him hadn't she?

Bulma waited anxiously, almost expecting him to pounce on her any second now and it made butterflies swirl in her stomach. If he had come for sex she would just have to refuse him, but he looked more alluring than ever standing there half hidden in the shadows. His pitch black eyes were glistening in the darkness; his muscular chest was bathed in moonlight and the low cut leather pants he was wearing was unbuttoned yet not exposing. He was so beautiful and yet his deadly aura roused an exciting fear in her, and even though she still wasn't physically aroused her head spun with all the passion slicked memories she had endured the past month and the gentle pounding of pleasure made her mouth water.

There he was her dark demon. The one who had chosen her for his companion and yet they could not be together. It was not meant to be. She was a being of Light and he was a creature of Darkness and such elemental opposites were not supposed to mingle, it would only cause unnecessary chaos. And as Bulma had decided chaos was not welcome in her life right now.

“I have come to tell you something important.” He shifted his weight so that he was resting on both of his feet while squaring his shoulders.

Bulma blinked again. “Oh, well what is it?” she asked lightly her lips stretching into a small smile as she got more comfortable on the bed clasping her hands together in her lap like she was getting ready to have a heart to heart talk with her best friend.

“I have decided for you to become my mate.”

“What” her smile faltering.

"My mate." he stated.

Her eyes averted his again. "You mean like...a boyfriend?"

He snorted disdainfully. "Certainly not; the emotional relations between you humans are pathetically fragile compared to the kind of bond which I can offer you." he snapped in a clipped tone that sounded ways too impatient for presenting her with such an important propose. At seeing her eyes narrow Vegeta quickly composed himself and suppressed the urge to cross his arms over his chest. He locked eyes with her and took a small step closer so his knee touched hers where she sat cross legged on the bed.

Bulma in the mean time allowed the insult about her race slip unpunished in favour for the suddenly quite interesting conversation at hand. Never in her wildest dreams had she dared imagine that Vegeta would pull anything like this. Was this supposed to be a proposal? What was she going to do now?

She saw herself looking into his eyes, but she didn't feel his gaze. She was too swallowed up in her own awakened mind. Only when his warm knee touched hers a hushed gasp spilled over her lips and she could have sworn that she felt tiny sparks of ki flutter in response from deep within her stomach.

An electric shock of instinct snapped Vegeta in the back of his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. There was no need to neither pay any attention nor alert Bulma of uninvited distractions. He was however forced to abandon locating the source, when Bulma spoke up again.

"Bond? So now you want to marry me then?" her questioning but guarded tones slid down Vegeta's spine and he fought to repress the curl of his lip. Marriage, he had only had brief second hand confrontation with the subject. Some occasion when his woman and her former potential mate had discussed the topic, on the woman's terms of course. Naturally, it all ended up in a major argument, resulting in one of their countless break-ups until the pathetic weakling had come crawling back like he always did, rubbing his head against her leg until the icy woman melted and welcomed him back into the warmth between her thighs.

Vegeta knew he had to be on his guard with this female. She was a powerful and spoiled creature, and she would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. Unfortunately Vegeta already had a nagging fear that she was catching on to why he was here, and would turn him down. But he wasn't going to back down like a whimpering fool. He was prepared to fight, he was here to claim her and so he would.

"No" he stated flatly, and Bulma's eyebrow arched suspiciously. "I want to soul bond with you."

Her mouth fell open slightly but no sound came over her lips. Vegeta felt contentment and edginess slash through him simultaneously at her silence. After a while when she still hadn't said anything he took it as a sign to go on.

"I want you to tie yourself to me for all eternity."

The impact of his words were bigger than she let on, but whether it was because she was suppressing her reaction or if she was too shocked to react seemed to be hard to determine. Finally her lush lips moved but Vegeta was surprised to find himself straining even the slightest in order to hear her. As the words found their way to his sensitive ears he felt himself tense again.

"I don't want to tie myself to you." she looked at him in bewilderment but her words were true enough.

"Don't be a fool Bulma,” he said while lowering himself onto her bed, he was displeased to see her scoot away. Her actions baffled him, he hadn't seen her so squeamish since the day she had invited him to stay at her home.

½"I can give you everything." he whispered, grasping her hand in his he gently drew her closer. She stared at their linked hands for a moment before sighing heavily looking away before moving closer to him.

They sat in silence, tainted with nervousness on Bulma's part, she kept fidgeting with the edge of her blanket and Vegeta grew more agitated just by staring at it. Having enough he snatched up her other hand and gently cradled them both in his, which caught her attention. Azure locked with onyx as the two simply looked at each other wordlessly pondering their thoughts.

Bulma, having never even imagined it would end in a situation like this, felt her natural curiosity peak at discovering what this bond could offer. But as she worked the information her wow of a man free independence bubbled up to the surface of reality warning her like the cries of a red siren. Vegeta was without a doubt talking about a permanent arrangement, but wasn't that what she wanted? A man who could give her emotional stability, and who would be loyal to her.

Vegeta could not fulfil such criteria. He was not accustomed to emotions and it was not something she would force on him. He was without a doubt the tiger of all tigers in bed, but as she had found you amazingly couldn't live on sex alone, even if it was as good as Vegeta's animalistic skills.

And besides that, what more could he offer her?

“What can you offer me, Vegeta?” she said eyeing him sceptically.

Vegeta's frown deepened, he did not like her unwelcome disbelieving tune, and he was angry with her for challenging his worth as a man. He wanted her to be open to the bond and accept what privilege he was offering her. A chance to become his mate, and had it been possible his Queen. He wanted her to see the glory they would have together and he would protect her just like he had silently wowed.

He boldly leaned closer his lips ghosting over her cheeks as his heat enveloped her urging her to lean against him and he sighed breathlessly as he felt her soft body against his. His ears picked up a lazy moan and he smirked against her skin, he gently blew her in the ear savouring the shiver that vibrated against him making his own skin tingle.

He brought his hands up to cup her cheeks as he drew back to look deep into her watery depths. She was so pale and beautiful it was hard to look away from her. Her skin gleamed white and in the night her hair seemed black with sparks of blue flowing through it and her eyes were deeper and bluer than the deepest and purest of oceans. That was what she was; a Goddess of the Ocean.

“No more unworthy men will fawn over you. I will give you everything you need.” he drew ever closer. “Protection, challenges…fulfilment.” The last word brushed her lips in a whisper of heat before firm warm lips sealed against them.

Bulma breathed in the kiss with need she shouldn't have. The kiss was deep, sensuous yet dominant. His shadow darkened eyes burned into hers and there was no use resisting. Sparks of electricity danced along her sensitive flesh and collided in her quivering centre with the same force as the raging storm outside. His arrogant tongue slid along her lower lip demanding entrance to her private depths.

Her lips parted on their own accord and Bulma nearly moaned out loud when she felt his slick tongue claim her sweet flavoured paradise. Bulma's eyes rolled back in her head as the kiss deepened and a delicious yet almost unbearable heat was being poured into her mouth.

The cries of her dignity as a woman fell for deaf eyes as her hands found their way to his shoulders where they curled around the familiar swell of his muscles. He sensed her response and ground his chest against hers both receiving pleasure from the feeling of her large breasts pushed hard against his muscled chest.

This was so wrong and so horribly perfect. They were made for each other; it was as simple as that. But they could not be together. She needed more.

She felt tears well up in her eyes but she refused to let them fall, with shaky hands she pushed him away and barely coaxed her lips to part from his.

She looked at him fretfully and swallowed. “Don't make false promises.”

“It wasn't a false promise woman. I mean to claim you.” His gaze bored into hers and Bulma felt her anger rise in response to his arrogant misstep.

She growled her stubborn streak puffing. “You can't just claim me like I'm some ornament to be owned.”

Despite her rising anger Vegeta seemed to be calm. “You will not be my possession; you will be my equal, my mate.”

Vegeta's assurances however did nothing to dull her anger; she swung her hands around in useless gestures before snapping furiously.

“You think you can just roam around taking whatever you please! First you wanted my body and now you want to own me?!” She snarled.

“Woman! You're twisting my words.” Indigo blue lightning alighted her raging eyes and Vegeta felt his bubbling anger boil creating similar inky flames. With a curl of his lip he twisted his head away with a disdainful snort and rose from her bed. Stopping he spun around gracefully his arms immediately snapping over his broad chest tail puffing.

Bulma gaped at him in disbelieve before her jaw snapped shut and she rose halfway up from the bed balancing stiffly on her knees, her collarbones rising rapidly with each breath.

She pointed an accusing finger at the saiyan. “Twisting?! You took advantage of me when I was the most vulnerable.” She lost her balance at the end of her tirade and nearly fell backwards but a strong hand gripped her wrist tightly and Bulma found herself wincing beneath his grip. She swallowed silently the heat of her anger completely overruled by the cold prickling anxiousness that iced its way through her body, like a cold mountain stream. Fear flashed in her eyes for a brief moment before she set her face in an angry grimace, while staring at her own reflection in the black mirror of the equally pissed saiyan's eyes.

Vegeta stared long into her eyes knowing it was unbearable for her. His nose picked up the whispers of nervousness and perhaps fear that expelled from her skin. Taking her by force?! He had done no such thing, she had complied. True he may have been a little pushy because he himself had fucking tittered on the edge of sanity. But had she said no he would have left her alone and dealt with it himself.

He straightened himself up and threw her wrist back at her so she slumped back against the crumpled pillows and simply glared at him. Vegeta towered over her, regarding her with all the monumental dignity that befitted a prince.

“I did no such thing.” He declared.

His sharp features told her without a doubt that there was no trace of lie to be detected in his words. Bulma sighed, dropping her head down she shook it from side to side, strangled noises escaping through the barrier of her hair.

“Just leave it Vegeta. What's done is done, it doesn't matter now. So forget it.”

Vegeta waited patiently for her to come down, although he felt exhilaration race through him at the closing of the offending subject. Her fear had vanished and he felt the static air around them ease. He felt better for the both of them. She seemed to be ready to accept him.

Vegeta shifted again and cleared his throat to get her attention, bewildered she granted it.

“So what is your answer?”

Bulma's eyes didn't blink but her throat constricted and she lowered her head again to try to dull the now unpleasant nagging in her head.

“My answer?” she spoke softly.

A curt nod was all she got to urge her on and she felt her jaw clench. She couldn't do it, but she wouldn't refuse to do it. Because God help her had there been just a single more drop of emotion in Vegeta than now, then damn it would have been her pouncing on him. She would have wrapped herself around him so tightly that she could never be pried off. She would have given him everything, she would love him like she once thought she did and they would raise their child together.

All that he could have in return for that little drop of love she needed, and which he lacked.

But, Vegeta would not change, he'd told her so himself. And thus risking her life as a mate with him would be putting too much at stake. Not her life as in he is violent and dangerous to be around. No, something much more serious, the state of her mind and feelings, and her top concern; the welfare of her baby.

Vegeta was not needed. For one brief enlightened moment she had thought they could have build something together, but no. It was not meant to be. She had made a mistake, one she had to battle the consequences of now, and after that she would heal the wounds she had acquired and start anew.

What doesn't break you makes you stronger.

“My answer is no Vegeta.”

For the briefest of moments she swore she saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes but it quickly vanished and soon she saw the familiar fire roar in his shadowy depths.

“You can't possibly know what you are saying, Bulma.” He muttered through clenched teeth.

Unflinching. “Believe me Vegeta. For the first time I'm certain I have made the right choice.”

Cold nauseating hate crawled into the pit of Vegeta's stomach and raised gooseflesh on his bare arms and chest which thankfully was invisible to the woman. Liquid numbness poured over the crack in his heart from where a tiny string of light emitted and sealed the black ice cap around it completely, taking his soul with it and what eventually would haven been Bulma's place in his forbidden heart. His glittering orbs darkened and he could feel his mind seeking safety in the carefree habits of an unfeeling clear sighted cold blooded killer.

This had been a mistake.

Bulma watched intently but ignorant of the change Vegeta was undergoing. A load thunder clash splinted her eyes with tiny white cracks of offending light before darkness took over. Vegeta stood unflinching, his gaze fixed on her.

There was only hate.

Vegeta shivered involuntarily as the change completed leaving him unbearably cold for a brief second before a quite tolerable insignificance settled over his mind. Only a tiny spark of warmth remained left to curl around itself in agony, hoping that one day its master would meet the true acceptance and understanding that he would need to set him free once more. The demons of his past came creeping back into his, yet again unstable mind. The blood ran cold in his veins and cooled the beat of his newly resurrected heart.

He hated her.

Bulma shifted on the bed and Vegeta's fingers curled into his skin. He fought the urge to reach out and shake her, demanding that she devoted her life to him, allowing her light to pour over him and bless him with the spoils of the emotions he could not return and join her soul with his. And he shook with the urge to strangle the life out of her, to feel her slender creamy neck in his hands, her last gasp caressing his cheek.

He saw the swell of her throat as she swallowed the liquid of her nervousness, and without further hesitation he turned his intimidating gaze away from her, whirling around with his royal aura barely visible at the edges of his skin, he strode to her balcony door with all of his imposing royalty letting her know without words that he was not hurt, or embarrassed but merely accepting her choice since she was free to choose.

He did not need her.

The change was complete. He was his old self now, his strong self. A killer that felt no regards for anyone or anything. His desires narrowed into one single need, the need to be the Strongest in the universe. A clear fathomable goal. One that was within his reach. One that didn't crave the impossible of him; to feel.

There is only power, everything else is illusion.

Vegeta's strong hand reached out and gripped the side of the glass door almost cracking it before tearing it open, granting the wind and rain access to her quarters. The muscles in his back tightened with the urge to turn around and have one last look at the woman before leaving, but he suppressed it, secretly marvelling at how easy it was to resist her now. He pictured her sitting on her bed clutching the sheets and he could practically hear her racing heartbeat, his lips curled.

Pathetic.

He strode out onto the balcony the howling wind whipping around him, his ears picked up the faintest hint of his name but he ignored it. The moonlight washed over him blanching his golden skin a ghostly white. He looked into the half moon his expression wild like a beast, he needed to hunt, to clear his mind and fulfil the desires that his warrior blood cried for.

He needed to kill.

Moist blue eyes watched the killer disappear from sight in a flash of azure lightning bolts that cracked the outer edge of her balcony and sanity. Chunks of cement fell down into the slippery grass and she finally allowed her own tears to fall. She cried for Vegeta and for her own weakness, had she only been stronger, had she only been colder, had she only been open he would be wrapped around her right now. But she was stubborn and narrow minded. Unbendingly refusing to see the situation from his point of view. She had listened to anything else except her feelings, thus as it was those she was trying to save. But god she wanted him, and she would have taking him if it wasn't because of her rational mind screaming out reasons to abandon him, flaring its invisible hands to get her attention and keep it there. To keep her mind on track and centred on her main priority; her baby.

Vegeta's baby.

Their baby.

The rain irrigated the floor at her doorway, its slippery droplets staining the floor and the edge of her crimson floor length curtains a darker nuance to match her depression. Salty tears stung her eyes, and her lips quivered.

The raging wind carried the cries of the Goddess with it into the storm as she released her agony in verbal laments about herself and the man she had refused.

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A shadow disturbed the perfect silver curve of the half moon as it hovered over an inhabited island far out in the jerkwater outskirts of this pathetic mud ball, called Earth.

Intense black eyes followed every move as light after light quietly disappeared as the unsuspecting humans prepared to go to bed.

Firm lips parted revealing a row of alabaster teeth flanked by a pair of sharp glittering fangs. The predator's chest swelled with excitement and nostrils flared taking in the sweet smell of warm pumping blood, soon to be spilled. He swept down in a gracious dive, mindful not to betray his presence and alert his preys just yet.

Still grinning maliciously he swiftly took cover behind a corner his eyes feasting on his first victim strolling carelessly down the street. The female flipped her hair as she passed under a yellow cone of light from a simple streetlamp, revealing her mature features and long golden hair. A pretty specimen indeed, but no where near the beauty of his exotic blue haired bitch.

With speed beyond human limits the predator slid over the night warm soil reaching his target before she could even blink. He clamped his hand around her neck reveling in her desperate screams as she fought to free herself from his ion grip, frantically trying to see who her murderer was, but it was too late.

With a bone chilling snap the loveliness crumpled to the ground dead at the feet of the lethal beast. The killer raised his head heavenwards and roared with triumph, his lips drew over his bloodstained teeth as he felt his heart clench and wither away. The last shreds of control he had over his demons snapped leaving them to roar through his mind and body claiming him to never let go again.

His power burst free raising chunks of the blood stained ground spraying fresh blood in all directions and sending the mangled body flying through a window with a crash.

Cries and gasps reached his ears and he grinned bloodily at the confused humans' faces as they swarmed forth from their houses surrounding him in a whirlwind of murmurs and screams. Inky eyes peeked out through the indigo barrier of his power feeling his instinct writhe with pleasure at having so many victims to pick and choose between.

The predator coiled getting ready to pounce while the masses contemporary took a step back sensing the danger. With a growl he sprang forward jabbing his fist through the soft flesh of the first and closest pray, barely hearing his scream of pain, his mind already picking out the next.

The humans screamed in terror and scattered like fleeing mice, but Vegeta caught them, one by one he slaughtered them without remorse. His laughter rang throughout the night as the bodies fell at his feet choking on their own blood if not properly killed.

Vegeta bathed in the joy of his victims' essence taking pleasure in wrapping his mighty hands around the fragile necks of these inferior creatures. The horribly laughter transformed to intense howling and he upped his pace. He ploughed through the masses leaving a creek of blood behind him. His hands squeezed them hard until their flesh bulged between his fingers, splints of broken bones burst through their skin and blood welled up in fine strings.

Thick warm blood soiled the already slick ground and desecrated bodies dropped to the ground accompanied by Vegeta's own forsaken screams.

The mingling shrieking and screams of terror and frustration echoed long into the night as the victims cried for their lives, and for the loved ones they would never see again.

A deeper howling cut through them all with deafening force, crying out in rage as he killed the offending lives to cure the illusion of the woman that had refused him.

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'Drapes her hand across her forehead in exhaustion.' I hope you like it; let me know what you think.