"NO!" The scream that erupted from her lips was unlike anything he'd ever heard before. He grabbed her and hauled her away but she was still sobbing, still screaming, still straining towards the limp corpse of her brother.
He looked down at his ball room, filled with the vermin he so despised as they drank his champagne and performed a poor waltz across his marble floor, he smiled at the as he pictured the room painted red with there blood when he court, that's when they first met eyes and when he first ever felt something other than disgust for a human.
"NO! No, no, no! No. . ." His voice cracked and he rushed up to where she once sat. He trailed his finger along the cool marble of her skin and looked at her snow white features through glistening eyes. That's when he knew he loved her. That's when he decided to give her what she wanted all along. A kiss.
"When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun" (Romeo and Juliet - W. Shakespeare)