(lol)
"uh huh,"She said and smirked. "I know she killed herself fool....and you don't mean it,"She said smirking. Chris stood at X's side staring at Himion. "even though she was destined she still stayed your friend,"She said. "Wanna go kill random people with me any Chris Rayje and himion?"She asked. "wat about you Cyrus?"She asked.
"Your that retard that killed my brother!!!"he yelled.Cyrus gritted his teeth."Yeah i'm a destined!!!"he said proudly.Cyrus looked at him."My brother was basil and I smell his blood on you!!!"he yelled."No I don't want to hunt X."He ran away.
Charlene Stared at himion."You blind bastard you killed my brother!!!!"She punched him in the jaw."I will kill you , you understand."
"Me and cyrus are going to finish what basil started!!"She ran away.
( gtg bye)
All the while Rayj had been sitting not far off from Himion. Her head drooping like a scruffy stray dog. But all the while she was watching. Watching and waiting for Himion to need her help. As the girl's fist moved foward, the Wolf's ears pointed towards her, and she sprang into action.
Rayj leapt at the girls arm, snapping down on her wrist and dragging her to the floor. She held the girls arm in her mouth for a good while as she tasted her fresh flowing blood. It was another Marked, but something about her was familair.
X slammmed Rayj to the ground. "stop this non sense at once,"She said growling. " i'm merely just killing 'random' people,"She said and smirked still looking at Rayj. "Well you to take care...and i s'pose Jessie is a haunt now to you?"She asked knowing it would make Himion p***ed of. She pushed him alittle and began to walk off. Chris looked at Rayj and smiled and gave her a wink. X noticed this and slapped him again. "keep your eyes in your head fool,"She said abit jealous but not much. She growled and grabbed his hand and pulled him.
Originally posted by Jenny_Bug(happy birthday Jenny 😊 ) "Jessie doesn't haunt me at all" He yelled at her but knew it wasn't true. He looked at Rayj and said, "Now What?"
X slammmed Rayj to the ground. "stop this non sense at once,"She said growling. " i'm merely just killing 'random' people,"She said and smirked still looking at Rayj. "Well you to take care...and i s'pose Jessie is a haunt now to you?"She asked knowing it would make Himion p***ed of. She pushed him alittle and began to walk off. Chris looked at Rayj and smiled and gave her a wink. X noticed this and slapped him again. "keep your eyes in your head fool,"She said abit jealous but not much. She growled and grabbed his hand and pulled him.
I Let Your Heart Down Again
Daring not to close his eyes, he kept those brown optics alert and ready. Any movement, any shadow, any pair of eyes could be an enemy. He felt himself a bit unnerved by all of this. How had he turned into the monster he never wanted to be so quickly? Surely there had to be some sort of an antidote for this? For the death of his lover, the wound on Asa's leg... Everything. Why was he forced to take a path he never intended on taking? Why was he being pressed closer to the brink of suicide, yet being pulled away at the same time? No one would answer these questions. For simply, there was no answer.
He followed her directions. Moving in a straight path, his two good legs made up for her lame one. He held her tightly by her waist, pulling her even closer to keep their steps in a better rhythm. Step-by-step seemed to be a bit strained. Her extra weight was only furthering to exhaust him. The short rest he'd taken hadn't completely returned his strength. He was finding his muscles more and more like jelly. His movements were sloppy, careless, but his eyes were not. He was determined to get her out of the forest. And he would do that with her safety intact.
When she clutched him suddenly he felt a bit surprised. Caught off-guard, he stumbled to his right, accidentally pulling her with him. Blinking in slight confusion and clearly startled, he found his gaze pulled to her eyes. Those beautiful, perfect, gorgeous eyes... His own optics fell to her lips. They were lush, rosy, and for a moment he wondered if they were virgin. Then, with a pain in his heart, he remembered Edward. He must've been her lover in the past. She would have kissed him thousands of times. Who could blame her? He was rather good-looking and strong. Everything Phayte wasn't. Well... That was a lie to himself, but he was convinced he was ugly, ever since that bite.
Her question gave him a bit more to think about. It was like adding more broccoli to his plate as a young boy. He would pout about it, mourn over not getting his way, and after a long and weary battle he'd be forced to surrender by the maid and stuck it into his mouth. He had always loathed dinnertime. His parents were never there, the large dining room empty. He was the only one in it. It stayed that way for many years. Until a plane crash tore his family away and he was left even more alone than before.
"About me? I don't really know where to begin..."
He took a breath, browsing through himself as if he were a library. Each information he found he would discard as useless or boring. He'd have to start with the basics.
"My name's Phayte. My last name... I don't really recall. My age? I don't know. Hopefully nothing over 30. I grew up in Harrisville. My mother and father died when I was 14, I was left in the mansion to run everything. I rather enjoy plants. Flowers especially. My favorite season is spring. Favorite color is blue. I have an outtie belly button and a rather odd birthmark on my left cheek." He didn't mean his face. "I got chicken pox when I was... hm... 7? Yes that sounds about right. I got to miss school. When I was well again I put small dots all over myself to fake it but Ms. Pruess - She was our maid and my nanny - was always there to shove me out the door. My ideal meal is a nice bacon cheeseburger with extra pickles, a bit of rice soaked with chicken broth, some chicken in the rice, a chocolate chip cookie, and a bit of wine on the side. I loath meeting new people, but I love animals. And... hm... Right now I have a strong desire to pee."
He turned to her, meeting her eyes with his own. A smile played over his lips. He realized his hand had risen considerably from her waist to her higher ribcage. The tips of his fingers grazing the warmth of her chest. He blushed brightly, replacing his hand to her side and staring back at the shadows, realizing he'd grown careless. But who couldn't? She was tempting. Damn tempting...
"Anything else you want to know?"
With a sheepish smile, he turned his eyes back to her. The blush still covered his cheeks, but thanks to the night it was hidden by the gentle kiss of the shadows.
(OK, so it took me forever and a day, but it's hell week for my schools musical, plus exams! eek! Sorry for the wait...)
She couldn't help but stare up at this boy's beautiful face. It was almost unfair at how the moon kissed his face perfectly in between the shadows. Asa had soon convinced herself that he deserved better than her, someone that wouldn't cause him pain like she had already done. It was difficult for her to think differently, especially when he had told her he had proposed. He wanted his fiance... could he possibly want her too? Noticing his slight carelessness, she realized how much of a burden her weight was. Asa leaned a slightly away from him, or as much as possible without looking stupid again.
He answered her question with information more than needed, but Asa listened intently when she wasn't distracted by his features that were captured by her peripheral vision. Her eyes rolled as he stated his name. It was a smart ass statement, but she did say anything. A bit surprised that he didn't know that his last name or how old he was, she wondered how that could possibly be forgotten. Being someone his stature in his earlier life, she thought he would have wanted to remember something, especially his family name. The next subject caught Asa's full attention. He had been left on his own? And at such a young age...Yet Asa had never been one to comfort someone well, or at least she didn't think so. The whole advice thing just wasn't for her.
But the subject changed once again, and he moved right along. Asa decided not to dwell on his dead parents any more. As Phayte listed off his hobbies and likes, he started to remind her of someone she had known years ago. She could only make out a blurred picture in her mind, and a possible yet vague name. It was a faded memory, one she never really intended on restoring so Asa moved on as he continued to talk.
Phayte always seemed to find a way to make her slightly upturned lips into a big smile. He had so many memories, she didn't quite know what to make of it all. But he had made her that much happier, and that was all that mattered. As he closed his little speech about himself she couldn't help but let out a laugh. A small one, but it was indeed a laugh. She then felt his hand slide back down to her waist, not really realizing how high his hand had risen. Her cheeks turned a bright red and she was for once extremely thankful at how dark the shadows were. She could barely believe how much of an effect his touch had on her.
Shaking her head slightly at his last question she turned her attention to where they were going, trying to keep to her job. Still straight, and almost completely out of the forest, she started to wonder where they were to go afterwards. Would he leave her? She did have a small apartment... but she used it rarely and Asa was embarrassed to even ask him to go there. Nonetheless, she could think of nothing else, and nowhere else to go. It would have to do for now.
"We'll take a left at the road."
She hoped he didn't notice the hesitation in her voice.
"Ha, there's even bathroom waiting for you."
Chris stll silently walked behind X. The came to a beautiful clearing. X slowlt turned around to face Chris. "do...you remeber this place,"She said. Chris smiled and nodded. "We'd always come here X,"He said looking down. X shook her head and held Chris's hand. The wind blew hr hair back gently. Chris looked at her and smiled then they both looked up."So....want to fight?"X asked. Chris didn't nod her just stared up at the sky.
Under The Sheets Is Where The Fun Starts
He felt a twinge of concern rush through him. She didn't seem to be talking at all. Had he bored her? Probably just crept her out... Probably. He looked down at her face and suddenly found himself chewing on the inside of his lip. How could she be so perfect? How could she be so flawless? Every feature on her face was etched by an angel. He didn't know if he could compare with that. He didn't think anyone could. She was just...Woah.
Tearing his thoughts away from his heart - it always seemed to land him in a situation he never wanted to be in - he found himself more focused towards the road. He smiled a bit at her comment but didn't say anything. He'd feel stupid adding his two-cents worth in. He was glad to see the forest end. His body no longer felt like jelly. It actually didn't feel like anything. He couldn't feel it at all...
His feet walked along the pavement of the road. He was on the side, but was eternally thankful that there weren't any cars. How bad would it be to be run-down by a truck when you could barely get out of the way? Pretty bad. He could sense people looking at them and hoped it wasn't much farther. His legs seriously felt like they'd ooze off of his hips and fall into the sewer. What a lovely thought... He frowned and made his way carefully down the street. They weren't really "out of the woods yet". There still could be danger...
"Tell me about you."
The words left his lips before he had a chance of stopping them. He glanced down at her with a small smile. He wanted to know so much more about her. He wanted to know what she liked, what she didn't like... Her favorite whatevers... her idea of a perfect date... Anything! He'd give up all the knowledge he had about himself if he could just gain something about her in return.
Once again, he found himself staring at her. In the lights created by the poles on the street corner, he could see her face perfectly. He didn't know how someone like her could end up with someone like him. But then, he didn't know a lot of things...
(A three hour bus ride to TheaterFest... finally a chance to write!)
Asa's lips turned up slightly into a crooked smile.The way Phayte stared sent her heart beating rapidly- a pulse increase she knew he could probably hear. Blood pooled in her cheeks, causing a quick lack of confidence. She looked up though, meeting his gaze and wondered where his mind had wandered. He seemed to pick apart every feature, every detail... Her stomach twisted sickeningly and was glad she hadn't had a meal in quite a while. How did he do that though? It was irregular for something to overpower her emotions so much, she couldn't understand why.
The seconds of her insecure silence dragged on for what seemed like an eternity. Phayte also followed in his own quietness, yet Asa was still completely aware at how deliciously close he... Wait, what? How could she possibly think that? He was an angel, he saved her life, he was absolutely amazing, and all she could think about was him as her victim? But his captivating scent had suddenly filled her, burning her throat. Asa had no idea how she missed this before, then again she was probably distracted by those perfect eyes. The heavenly aroma filled her, and she started to lose her self control. A demonic wanting- no needing- fogged her mind as she yearned for just a small taste of the pulsing, thick, crimson...
His musical voice lured Asa out of her slight insanity and he probably just saved his own life. She was relieved he had pulled her conscience back where it was supposed to be, but she internally kicked herself for thinking such things. It took her a moment to realize he had been talking to her, not that there were many others to speak to. Sure there was the occasional passerby, each staring at the odd couple with the own questioning look, but none of them mattered. She wasn't really sure what to tell him, and especially didn't want anything stupid or offensive to slip. Editing the gory details and uninteresting items she began her little speech.
"I'm Asa Evellene. I'm seventeen years old, but ask anyone and they'll think I'm nineteen. I also grew up in Harrisville" Not to mention the slums, the total opposite of where he must've lived. She continued following the same context of what he told her. "I love the rain, especially during thunderstorms. My favorite color usually depends on my mood." Either that or whatever color Phayte's eyes happened to be. "Soup and ketchup are gross, but I'll usually eat anything put in front of me. I used to dance, but quit a few years ago. Worms freak me out." Oops, dumb, she quickly moved on. "My parents," Damn! She wished she would've stuck with the dumb stuff. "They err...died when I was young." Way to make things awkward, Asa, she thought trying to think of something else to say, though quickly thanked God they had finally reached the stairs leading up to her shanty apartment.
But her eyes caught his stunning orbs once again as she looked up at him. Asa couldn't seem to get used to his stare, not that she really minded. She watched as his lips turned up into her now favorite smile. To her great embarrassment her heart started to race and her breathing increased again. It startled her a bit at how much of an effect he had. Asa tried to pull herself together once more, trying to get over her roller coaster of emotions that she had unwillingly jumped on. Her efforts didn't work to well, and all Asa ended up doing was smiling sheepishly, unable to continue speaking while under the influence...of Phayte.
It's A Business Doing Pleasure
As he walked he found himself stumbling slightly. How much further would it be? Everything ached on him. Still, he couldn't just drop Asa in the state she was in. She needed him more than he needed to stop. Still, the exhaustion was pulling at him. His limbs felt weighed down with heavy shackles. Nothing seemed to be able to keep him going... except for her face. That beautiful, flawless face. In the light he'd absorbed every little detail. He'd found her lush lips irresistible. He'd wanted to touch those beautiful lips... to feel them against his own. He wanted to know what she tasted like. He wanted to.. to hold her again.
Shaking his head, he cleared his thoughts away. Hold her? Psh. Like he'd ever get a chance to hold her in his arms. She probably hated him right then. After all, he'd taken a decent chunk out of her leg. Fault of the beast or his weakened will, it was still something he could have prevented. Why hadn't he been stronger? Why had he let himself lose the fight so easily? And - the one question that seemed to nag at him the most, and the one question he knew the answer to - would it happen again?
As she spoke, he found himself smiling throughout it. It wasn't her words that made him smile. It was that beautiful voice... It hit his ears like a lullaby. It was so soft he could've sworn it came from a feather. But then feathers didn't talk. Her lips caught his eyes. As they formed the words, he found himself staring at them. They were so full, lush, young... they almost seemed virgin. Oh how they wished they were. But then she had that other wolf. She probably had done a bit more than taken the title of his mate... One had to earn such a label.
At the mention of her parents' death, he turned to her. Jealousy turned to pity for her. He knew what it was like to never again see your parents. He knew what it was like to lose them. His sire and dame had never loved him. They had only wanted a child for the publicity. He'd been nothing more than a moneymaker. He had grown up in an empty house, without a friend... Until his past love had come along... He found himself missing her more and more as the days slowly crawled by. How much longer would it be until he could forget the wounds she inflicted and walk away without scarring? Would there always be an ache for her?
When they reached the steps to her apartment he felt a sudden burn in his heart. This was like walking a lady to the door and saying goodnight. This was just like how he had left his lover on their first date. The sadness claimed his face for a moment before he shook his head and cleared up his thoughts.
Looking down at her, a smile caught on his lips. Her eyes had met his and in a moment his breath was snatched from his lungs. They cried out for breath, for air, but he could find no effort to breathe. He couldn't breathe while her eyes were upon his. They widened unconsciously. He didn't know what to tell her. Did he go in with her? Did he truly stay with her? He couldn't possibly leave. It wasn't that the guilt would keep him there; it was that he couldn't picture himself walking away without her...
What was he thinking?! Falling for the female wasn't going to help him get over his wounded heart!
But looking at her then made him so ready to try.
"Your parents... I'm sorry for what happened to them. I would have liked to meet the people who raised such a beautiful woman."
It was then that he could no longer hold himself back. A hand lifted to her cheek, running lightly over the flesh as his digits tightly packed together to form a type of scoop. Within it, he cupped her cheek. Bringing her face towards his, his thumb ran along her jaw line. Leaning down to meet her, he let the moment linger as his lips hovered over her's. Finally, lips met. He felt his stomach churn as his lips didn't just brush against her's but pressed. Butterflies exploded in his insides, flapping around his internal organs before assaulting his heart. He didn't care... The only thing he focused on in the moment was Asa...