not again | [ danni ]

[james jakob morin]

BREAK AWAY FROM EVERYBODY

the sun was starting to set over new york, and james was in his normal spot, perched on top of a turn stake of the fence, staring into the sun set. his blacked out aviators blocked the extreme glare of the sun that would normally cause his sensitive eyes to feel like they were on fire. the lovely perks of being a demon. most of the time, james wasn't found around the school, only because he hated being here. just like he hated everyone here. james rose from his crouch,stretching to the full six foot one that he was, before turning and hopping down off the fence back into the confines of the school yard. what to do, what to do? james turned his gaze upon a couple underclassmen that were walking through the park, who were also eying him, giggling to their friends. probably about how attractive he was or something of the sort. it happened too often, but it was attention that pushed james even further from society. it was stupid.

it made him wish he were ugly sometimes, so society wasn't so drawn to him. so it stayed far away from him and didn't try to pull him into the spotlight. people knew him more so for his looks rather than his personality, though most wouldn't want to know him for that. he was so full of hate that some of the gifted ones, depending on their ability, couldn't be around him for too long because it messed with their concentration. it radiated off of him; the hatred. so many people found it sad that such a beautiful individual could be filled with such an ugly emotion. he didn't care though. he didn't care about anything. except for one thing, or one person to be more specific. dylan. as soon as the girl's name hit his conscious, his steps faltered and he stopped, staring at the concrete beneath his feet. james's jaw tightened, because not only did the name bring a spark of happiness, but it also brought a wave of heartache.

she didn't want him. she probably never would. dylan was too good for him, anyways. her heart was too pure, too gentle. while he was filled with anger, hatred, and was constantly fighting a battle with himself that some days, he feared that he'd lose control of himself. the more he thought of the british girl, the more his heart cried out. the more it told him hold onto her, and maybe she'd think twice about walking away from him for that teacher. matthew winters. at the name, james's lip curled, his blue eyes hardened behind the shield of his sunglasses. what made him so special? what made him so... appealing? james reached out, holding onto a statue of an angel. hot anger started to boil in his blood, lifting and rising until a low growl flowed from his lips and his hand tightened so much upon the head of the angel that it was soon demolished beneath his fingertips. james looked down at his hand, opening his fingers and letting the marble fall to the ground.

control. his brain whispered. james closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting his body relax. he pushed away the thoughts of dylan and matthew winters, shaking his head as if to rid him mind of them completely. if only that were possible. he knew it wouldn't happen though. he was already in too deep. there was nothing that was going to pull him out of this. there was really no hope for james morin.

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[dylan ann mazani]

dylan mazani

The night was a strange thing, it was beautiful and yet was made for the creatures of the night to run about freely. That's how she saw it as, a terrifying excuse for fun for the people like her. But she couldn't exactly group herself in that category because she was a sad excuse for a creature. And that sad excuse for a creature needed to get up to her third story dorm before she was spotted because her entire being was being jeopardized. Dylan Mazani was a hybrid, a half breed. Spawn of the rebellion. But she didn't want to be. She wanted to be normal and she would have killed to be if that was all it would have taken. But she knew she couldn't change what she was.

From the shadows, a tall, pale creature peered at the man whom she had once thought she had feelings for. And while she still felt a flutter in her chest whenever he came near, her thoughts were lingering on another man. A man who didn't know her secret. No one knew her secret. She stood where she was though, watching and waiting until James was gone, until he was out of eye-sight and ear-shot. Today, things had once again been put out of proportion. She had been taken aside by the Principal, a vampire, and was told she needed to eat. She had the pale, skeleton like figure of a vampire who hadn't eaten in a very long time. Yet it hadn't been enough to shake off the Society. She had been told to go to the Society and eat and been given a signed pass to leave. But she never made it that far. She had spent her entire day wandering around the city, avoiding everything. Her biggest secret? She was half vampire and couldn't take blood.

But stepping to the left, attempting to avoid being seen had given away her position as she stepped into a pile of twigs and leaves that cracked and rustled underneath her. She froze, instantly tensing her muscles and shoving her back up against a tree. The rustle of feathers accompanied that movement and again she froze before pulling out enough and folding her wings tightly against her back. That's right, her wings. Dylan Mazani had wings at night, along with every other dark angel. But the Society accepted her as a vampire. If this never would have happened she never would have had to fake what she was. And now she was standing with her back against a tree, with a sweater clutched to her chest. The girl couldn't fit her wings inside the sweater and tried very hard a few moments before but it ended poorly. So instead she was forced to hold her breath and wait. Her body was hidden carefully in the shadows and she was standing completely still, attempting to stay hidden.

No one could find out her secret. She hadn't even told Matthew Winter. And she didn't think she ever would. Instead she would end it before she ever had to worry about it and she would always be able to keep this secret, move far away and claim to be a dark angel so she could escape persecution of being a hybrid. But she knew that it wouldn't work. She had moved from Britian to do that same thing. But it had never worked. And now she was in the same predicament, only worse.

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[james jakob morin]

BREAK AWAY FROM EVERYBODY

james wasn't expecting any other sound to erupt the silence of the garden, until he heard twigs snapping and leaves crackling. he whipped around immediately, staring into the blackness that soon opened up to dim light as his eyes transformed to take it in. reaching up, he slid his sunglasses off of his eyes and hung them on his shirt. where the hell did that come from? james narrowed his eyes, getting ready to move when he heard the rustling of wings, then silence. no birds. they didn't like staying around a bunch of gifted creatures. it was either a guardian angel or a dark angel. either way, he was going to find out. his strides lengthened as he moved into a brisk walk, on a mission to find whoever was there. that's when he saw her, slammed up against a tree, hiding. hiding from him. he stopped in mid-stride, gaze softening as he looked upon dylan. you're hiding from me. was all he said.

his piercing eyes never left her, and the fact that she had wings hadn't even hit him yet. that was until he really, truly looked at her. confusion swept over his face, and his brows furrowed. he didn't understand. wasn't she just... wait. no. she never drank blood, he knew that. he never smelt it on her, so even though she was classified as a vampire... dylan... what are you hiding from me? he questioned, taking a small step towards her. his voice was gentle, unlike how he spoke to everyone else. she was different. she was the exception. james stuffed his hands in his front pockets, looking at her with guarded eyes. he didn't want her to see how much pain he felt because of her. he never wanted her to see what she did, because he knew it would probably hurt her. she was such a sweet soul, that she'd take all the blame.

james took another step forward, pulling one hand out of his pocket and reaching out to her. you don't have to hide from me... and it was true. she was the only one that would never have to hide from him, because he'd protect her with everything he had before he let anyone touch her. that's why he hated her being here so much, because she was a prisoner. she was forced to be here for something she didn't do, and he hated society for it. if they looked at her, and observed her, they would know that she wasn't capable of killing someone.

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[dylan ann mazani]

dylan mazani

She knew she had been cornered before he came into view. It didn't take much, she couldn't just take off and hope for the best. She couldn't just run from this man. Partially because she couldn't and partially because she didn't want to. But when he spoke, her defenses fell almost as quickly as they had risen and her big brown eyes wandered up to his. She was pale, and she hurt all the time, emotionally and physically. Her body ached for the blood she couldn't drink because of how sick it made her. She was a monstrosity and would be the end of herself. She knew it and soon everyone else would know it too. The girl curled her fingers against the tree as she pressed herself against it, as if she could take back what he had seen, take back what he shouldn't have seen. To be fair, I'm hiding from everyone. The smile that graced her face couldn't seem to hit her eyes, and even now as she was staring up at him, she couldn't bring herself to tell him her secret, the secret she had been hiding for seventeen years.

But his eyes connected with her wings for only a second before they moved back to hers, and she knew she couldn't hide it. She couldn't hide it anymore. Dylan lifted her eyes up to his and allowed herself to slowly move away from the tree. A set of black wings spread from behind her, but her gaze lowered to the ground. And I've been hiding this from everyone. No one is supposed to know. I would be killed if the Society knew. Her accent was stronger than it had been in awhile. Whenever she felt panicked or rushed, the girl's accent grew thicker. Now, when she was standing before him, her head hung low and her hands were trembling. She hated this secret, hated being what she was. But she didn't want to die!

But when is hand reached out for her, she found herself lifting her gaze and staring up at him in silence. She was stunned. He had the reputation of being terrible and awful and hateful and spiteful. But he was here, offering the side of himself to a girl he barely knew and yet obviously wanted to know. She felt a pang in her chest as she looked up at him. It was strange t think of him as kind and compassionate. But now that she was standing before him, she wanted to accept this side of him and turn to someone that now knew. But in the back of her mind she knew she couldn't. He was part of the rebellion. Part of the reason why she was alive and yet didn't want to be.

She backed away from him and instead looked at him with eyes that said she couldn't trust him. But I don't see what you are trying to prove here, James. You're helping them! They are the reason I am here now! You want to know why I'm innocent? I can't drink blood! I get sick! But can I tell the Society that I'm a freak? A half breed? No! Because I'm from the damn rebellion! She was practically screaming at him, but the anger that she felt wasn't directed toward him. She slowly lowered her gaze down to the ground and she slid down the tree into a crouch where she buried her face in her hands, frustration and anger radiating off of her, and her breathing became labored as tears threatened to come forward. The anger she felt was so strong it hurt her. And she hated herself too, just as much, if not more than the rebellion.

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[james jakob morin]

BREAK AWAY FROM EVERYBODY

james watched her, hanging onto every breath she took, waiting for words to be formed behind her lips. his blue eyes never left her. he wasn't scared of her, it was the emotion he felt towards her that scared him. he didn't want to feel such passion towards someone that for one, he hardly knew, and two, that he knew would never probably return it. to be fair, i'm hiding from everyone. of course she was. there they stood on school grounds in the dead of night. what else would she be doing out here? james let that roll around in his head for a few seconds. why, though? why did she have to hide? before he could respond, she was moving. her wings spread out slightly from her body, and his eyes flickered over them. beautiful. was the one word that echoed through his mind as he looked at her. and i've been hiding from everyone. no one is supposed to know. i would be killed if the society knew.

killed? over james's dead body. fury flashed in his icy eyes and his fingers curled into fists, the cords of muscle along his arms bulging. and people wondered why they rebelled against society? perfect example. they killed everything they didn't understand.everything they feared. james wanted to comfort her. to step forward and wrap her in his arms and tell her that no one would ever touch her, but he couldn't do that. he couldn't show her that side of him. he was already doing too much. he was letting her in by letting her see the softer side of him. then the rejection came. her not accepting the hand of comfort, for her to step forward and stop hiding in the shadows. as soon as she recoiled, so did he, with a bit more movement that she responded with. his hand snapped back to his side, and he took a step back. putting more distance between them.

you shouldn't have to hide what you are, dylan. its not fair. he murmured, shaking his head. when he looked back up at her, she was staring at him with eyes that showed she had no trust in him. his brows furrowed in confusion once more. but i don't see what you are trying to prove here. james. you're helping them! they are the reason i am here now! you want to know why i'm innocent? i can't drink blood! i get sick! but can i tell the society that i'm a freak? a half-breed? no! because i'm from the damn rebellion! she was yelling at him. for what? he didn't know. partially blaming him, which he could understand. james heard whispers from the group he had seen earlier, and his head snapped to the side. a low growl erupting once again from his throat. a sudden darkness fell over them like a sheet, and his eyes flashed. shadow manipulation came in handy for things like this. once the cloak of darkness fell over them, he turned his gaze back to her.

she was now crouched against the tree, leaning back on it. she looked broken, and well, she pretty much was. before he could stop himself, he was moving towards her, and he knelt before her. reaching out, she lifted her chin with his pointer finger, forcing her to look at him. his eyes were a lighter shade of blue from using one of his abilities, and his hands were shaking lightly, controlling the after-effects of the power use. dylan. how can you blame us when were the ones keeping you alive? were rebelling against things like this, because its not fair. for them to kill you for being a hybrid? tell me how that's fair. its what you are. its who you are. i won't let them do that to you. they won't touch you. i personally dare them to. the threat was gentle, but the ferocity behind his voice sealed the promise. his eyes searched her face. she looked sick. pale. almost like a walking skeleton.

the gears began turning in his head, and he narrowed his eyes a bit. fuck. she's going to kill you. his brain told him. you said blood made you sick... but you've only encountered human blood... she'd know where he was going with this after a second. lifting his left hand, he dug his nails into his palm until he could smell the sweetness of his blood. each creature had a different blood smell, and his smelt like honey with a tinge of incense. he lifted his palm up to where is was under her nose; not directly, but close enough that she could smell it. dylan, drink. you need to. she was killing herself from not being able to hold the human blood down. she was becoming malnourished, and if she didn't eat soon, it could possibly kill her. you can hate me all you want, i'm used to it, but you need to drink.

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[dylan ann mazani]

dylan mazani

Dylan stayed where she was as he looked her over and she returned the glances with her bright brown eyes. She looked over every inch of him, but after she had mentioned being killed, she saw his hands curl into fists. She stared at his hands that curled so tightly into fists that she actually cringed away from him. It wasn't supposed to be a visible as it was. But she did cringe, and her back was pressed back again hard against the tree as if she was trying to create as much distance between them as she possibly could. Even though deep down she knew that he wasn't that bad, there was still a part of her that was breaking down from the inside and causing her head to spin in circles. She felt like her heart was going to leap out of her chest as she stood before him and even though she loved knowing he was listening, there was a part of her that was wondering how long it would last. His reputation wasn't one for being kind and sweet. It was for being hateful and spiteful. And she was the cause of it, deep down she knew.

I have to hide what I am because I'm not natural. I don't belong in this crazy cycle. I'm not supposed to exist and I only do because a bunch of people decided that breaking the rules was a good idea. She half growled at the words, spitting them out maliciously because it was how she felt. The rebellion was everywhere at once, it existed eighteen years ago and even now it existed as a terrible reminder that their lives weren't supposed to exist outside of a crazy insanity. But when the shadows around them thickened and darkened, she let out a whimper and glanced around unappreciative. She hated the dark, and as childish as it was, she didn't care. She didn't like having to live with this fear and at the same time she pictured the creatures of the night closing in around her.

But his touch was soft and strange. She felt his finger underneath her chin and she accepted the touch almost in a terrified way. She lifted her face up to him and stared up at his eyes. Is it just me or are his eyes lighter? She looked up at him with big brown eyes and while she could feel his hand shaking beneath her head, the touch was just what she craved, what she needed to prove she was still living and breathing and what she wanted to be. But his words seemed to dig deep enough that they gripped her heart with a chilling grasp and she met his eyes with a narrowed gaze. It took everything she had not to pull away and just head for the school, not caring who saw. I'm this way because my parents were part of the rebellion. I am this way because of you and your ideas. I'm this way even though I don't want to be! I don't want to be a freak! I don't want to be different! I want to be normal! It's all I want! She broke down as the tears rolled down her face and she looked down again.

But it didn't take long for her to realize what he was talking about. No. No, don't James. I don't need your help. Or anyone's for that matter. But as he placed his hand beneath her nose, the scent made her stomach growl and she snapped her head the other way, trying to get the scent out of her head. I can't drink it. Don't do this to me, James. I can't do it. I almost died the last time! She said as tears rolled down her face and she again pulled her head back. But again the scent wafted up into her nostrils and she looked up at him in silence before she looked down sadly. She was scared to do it, scared to accept the liquid that had almost killed her the last time. but the softness of his voice broke through her shell and slowly the girl lowered her head and gently took his hand in hers and touched her lips to the palm where the blood came from. It's sweet smell made her feel so much better and even now, as the blood hit her tongue, she was feeling contented.

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[james jakob morin]

BREAK AWAY FROM EVERYBODY

he knew she was probably confused beyond belief. that she didn't understand what he was doing, or why he was being so kind. i have to hide what i am because i'm not natural. i don't belong in this crazy cycle. i'm not supposed to exist and i only do because a bunch of people decided that breaking the rules was a good idea. james's brows furrowed. did she not want to be alive? that's what it was starting to sound like. she was blaming the rebellion for keeping her alive, and angry at them for the situation that she was in, though the society wants to kill her for what she is. it doesn't matter if you're not natural, dylan. none of us are supposed to be here. were just supposed to be some fairytale that the humans told their kids so they'd stay inside at night. just because you're different, doesn't mean anything. you work with what you've been given, and you learn how to deal with it, not give up on it because you're not like everyone else.

james glanced down at her when she whimpered as the shadows closed in around them. he frowned softly, and let some of the shadows recede, which took less effort than pulling them in did. even though it took less effort, it still caused his eyes to lighten even more and his hands to shake even harder. not by much, but enough to be noticed. sorry... he murmured. he didn't mean to scare her, and its not what he wanted to do. when she lifted her head back up, he was met with narrowed eyes, and his brows furrowed once more. here we go again... he should be used to getting chewed out in this conversation by now, but he wasn't. he didn't like her being angry with him. i'm this way because my parents were part of the rebellion. i am this way because of you and your ideas. i'm this way even though i don't want to be! i don't want to be a freak! i don't want to be different! i want to be normal! it's all i want! james flinched slightly. he honestly didn't know what to say to her at that point.

you're mad at the rebellion for this; you blame the rebellion for this, but are we the ones keeping you imprisoned with the threat of being killed over your head? are we the ones telling you that you're a freak and that you don't belong? no. that's not us, dylan. that's society telling you that. they want you to crumble beneath them. they want you to feel like a freak so you disappear. they don't want anything different in their perfect little world, and it's disgusting. james paused, taking a deep breath. he could feel the anger bubbling up within his chest from using his ability, and he was starting to get scared of being so close to dylan at a time like this, but he didn't want to leave her. control, james. control. he took one more deep breath before returning his eyes to hers, watching her. waiting.

he knew she would reject his blood at first, but she needed to try it. it may work. it may save her. no. no. don't james. i don't need your help, or anyone's for that matter. she told him, and he didn't even bother responding. she was breaking. he knew it when her stomach growled for the sweet blood that his body held. i can't drink it. don't do this to me, james. i can't do it. i almost died the last time! he growled lightly at her, because you've only tried human blood. theirs a difference, darling. he told her. finally, she lowered her head and began to drink from him. the sensation that ripped through his body at the foreign touch caused him to suck in a sharp breath, and his free arm moved over her shoulder and his nails dug into the tree behind her. never before had he felt something that exploded his senses the way this did.

james closed his eyes tightly, trying to keep himself in check. he was stronger than this, and he had to be. his eyes finally fluttered open after about a moment of letting her feed. he reached around with his free arm that was latched onto the tree, wrapping it around the back of her neck, and under her chin, pulling back gently. that's enough, dylan... he murmured. she probably could drink him dry and it wouldn't be enough, if she'd gone without blood for long enough. he watched her carefully, looking for any signs that she was going to get sick. are you ok...? he asked softly, studying her. he wouldn't let anything happen to her.

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[dylan ann mazani]

dylan mazani

She felt the look in his eyes as is brows furrowed and as she started to speak, she was interrupted by his little speech, which she literally heard within it that she should "suck it up". The girl blinked and looked up at him, setting her jaw and she tried not to get too angry or upset with him. His shadows could stop them from being seen, but he couldn't stop them from being heard. James, I'm not natural by our standards. Mixed breeds aren't supposed to exist because we have no idea what we are capable of. It took me the last seventeen years just to figure out how to work my stupid power, let alone how to keep myself from starving. I can last without blood, and I intend to. I can't 'work with what I'm given' because I don't know what I've been given! There wasn't a manual, there was no one to turn to when I was lost and confused and scared. I was alone. You had the society, your parents. They could tell you what was going on with you. My parents, when I last saw them, they told me that they were sorry that they couldn't tell me what was wrong with me.

With a sigh, she lowered her gaze down to her hands which were clasped against her stomach, tangling her fingers over her shirt. She was uneasy with the shadows and darkness around her. She had never been one to like the night, even though she was made to live during the night when no one could see her and where she could hide who she was. But in reality she hated the night because of the wings that came with it. She wished she could have moved to a place where it was day time all the time. Where she didn't have to ever accept the other half of her, the part of her that the Society ignored. Thanks. She whispered as she noticed how the shadows lightened, not entirely, but a little. It was effort and she accepted whatever light that came with it.

James, I wouldn't be this way if the rebellion didn't exist. If the rebellion would never have been started I never would have to have worried about when my secrets got into the wrong hands. She said pointedly, looking at him out of the corner of her eye as she turned slowly on her heel until she was leaning against the tree sideways, one wing cupped against the bark while the other was folded against her back. No, no one has called me a freak because no one has known! I have kept my secret for the last seventeen years and I was happy that way! And no, you didn't put the threat there, you are the reason the threat is there. Jordyn, the jealous bitch that she is, framed a murder on me. A murder of a human drained of all blood. But I can't just run up to the Society and say 'Oh I'm sorry your honor, you're wrong. I couldn't have killed a human because I can't drink their blood.' And why would she have done it? Because she is a jealous bitch and if she doesn't get her way then life needs to be hell. Her father wants the Society to kill innocents so that he can use the excuse to turn other creatures against the Society! While the volume of her voice was actually quite soft, the anger in her voice was just as prominent as before, if not more.

Even as the girl protested the blood that he was shoving at her, deep inside she was hoping, praying that there would be some sort of change, and a good one at that. But he growled at her, and her eyes lifted up to his, the shock of his growl being directed at her seemed to set in. The words he spoke seemed to lull her into the movements that she had done, gently touching his hand before accepting the blood. She had been aware of his reaction, very much so, feeling her whole world moving around her, She heard the gasp of his breath and felt his arm move over her shoulder. She could hear his nails scraping against the bark behind her, and as much as her brain seemed to tell her to stop, her senses egged her on.

She relinquished her hold though, as soon as lifted her chin away, dropping her hands down into her lap instead of gently holding his hand. While she didn't look at the hand, her hands gently touched it, her fingers running over the palm lightly. I didn't hurt you did I? She whispered, her eyes looking up into his, never looking away. The softness in his voice caused her to realize what she had missed and it was strange. She had never once been able think of James as someone to care for people, but yet he was so kind to her, and so gentle and she felt safe. But the strangest part of this wasn't that she was feeling safe around James. The strangest part was that she wasn't feeling sick. She hadn't fainted, hadn't become hot, hadn't vomited, nothing. She was sitting before him, gently running her fingers over his hand, but she didn't hurt in the least. I'm not... I feel fine. She whispered, as she connected her eyes with his and a soft smile turned into a glowing beam.

But it didn't stop there, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. I feel fine! She said as the huge smile remained and she squeezed him, the appreciation becoming more and more apparent. But the second it clicked in her head that she realized what she was doing, she pulled back quickly and slid her hands down into her lap instead. Sorry. She whispered. She knew him as the man that rejected any sort of contact with someone other than to show how hateful he was. She was certain that hugs were definitely out of his zone. But thank you. She whispered. Again she looked up at him, her bright brown eyes connecting with his and a shy smile touched her face. But it didn't stay long. She brushed the hair that was in her face back behind her ear and then looked back at him. Even in the faint moon light it was easy to see, the difference that little bit of blood at made. Her cheeks were flushed and the color had returned to her skin, and her eyes even sparkled a little more than they had before. Thank you. She whispered again.

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[james jakob morin]

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james could see it in her eyes, as soon as he began speaking. the way she set her jaw, the way the small flare of anger sparked in her eyes; he was in for it. james, i'm not natural by our standards. mixed breeds aren't supposed to exist because we have no idea what we are capable of. it took me the last seventeen years just to figure out how to work my stupid power, let alone how to keep myself from starving. i can last without blood, and i intend to. i can't 'work with what I'm given' because i don't know what I've been given! there wasn't a manual, there was no one to turn to when i was lost and confused and scared. i was alone. you had the society, your parents. they could tell you what was going on with you. my parents, when i last saw them, they told me that they were sorry that they couldn't tell me what was wrong with me. james listened, taking in every word she said and he sighed lightly.

i'm sorry you had to go through all of this by yourself, dylan. it wasn't fair for you, but it's not the rebellions fault. your parents did what they wanted, and it wasn't because they were part of the rebellion, it was because well... he paused, rubbing the back of his head. talk of romance made him uncomfortable. especially with dylan. they probably loved each other. i don't know them very well, but still. you really think they had you out of spite towards society? i doubt. he was probably going to piss her off again, but he didn't really care at this point. he was trying to convince her that the rebellion really wasn't as mean and evil as she thought it was. they were just a bunch of people who had something they wanted to say, and they weren't going to stand back and let society tell them they couldn't. when she dropped her gaze from his, he wanted to make her look at him. he felt like he intimidated her, and he didn't like it. he didn't want to scare her.

thanks. she murmured, and he almost asked what for, until he remembered about the shadows. you're welcome... he said softly, turning his head to look out through the darkness. he couldn't hear the group of people anymore, so he figured they went back inside the school or just ventured further into the garden james, i wouldn't be this way if the rebellion didn't exist. if the rebellion never would have been started, I never would have to have worried about when my secrets got into the wrong hands. his eyes flashed back down to her. his lips pursed, and his brows furrowed in thought again. well, one thing is for sure dylan, i'm not telling anyone, and if anyone that i hear of, does hear about it, and starts spreading it. i'll take care of it. he wasn't going to let someone else hurt her. he would be damned if he ever let that happen.

his eyes followed her as she moved to lean sideways against the tree. No, no one has called me a freak because no one has known! I have kept my secret for the last seventeen years and I was happy that way! And no, you didn't put the threat there, you are the reason the threat is there. Jordyn, the jealous bitch that she is, framed a murder on me. A murder of a human drained of all blood. But I can't just run up to the Society and say 'Oh I'm sorry your honor, you're wrong. I couldn't have killed a human because I can't drink their blood.' And why would she have done it? Because she is a jealous bitch and if she doesn't get her way then life needs to be hell. Her father wants the Society to kill innocents so that he can use the excuse to turn other creatures against the Society! the more dylan spoke, the more the anger towards jordyn bubbled inside of him. that hateful bitch wanted everyone to bow at her feet, and he'd rather die than to do anything of the sort. and for jordyn to fram dylan? someone he actually cared about? that was taking it way too far. he already hated her for multiple reasons, this was just the icing on the cake.

it was jordyn who framed you. not a question; a statement. the gears began turning in his head once more. how to kill that jordyn. how to rid the planet of her existence. how to get her away from dylan. end her. the darkness within him whispered, the seducing voice nearly breaking him in. no, can't do that... something more subtle. something to ruin her life. something to knock her off that high horse she so proudly rides. he would do it. he would find some way to put that girl in her place.

james watched her closely as she ran her fingers over the mark on his palm where she had drank. he needed to get away from the contact, even though he desired it so much. i didn't hurt you did i? the small question made a light smile touch his lips, and it connected with his eyes, something that anyone hardly ever saw. even a soft chuckle lifted from his lips. no, you didn't. he said quietly, glancing up at her. then, she was smiling too. I'm not... I feel fine! she said, and his brows raised. before he could even move or respond, her arms were around his neck and she was embracing him. in that second, it was like james's world stopped completely. it had been years since he'd allowed any kind of that contact be made, and he felt a deep longing in his heart break wide open and nearly knock the breath out of him. I feel fine! she exclaimed once more, bringing him from the small trance the embrace put him in.

good... good, i'm glad. he said,a slight tinge of happiness in his voice. he did something for someone, and it felt good, but what made it better is that it was for dylan. not for just anyone, but for her. then, she was gone. pulling away from him with a look of embarrassment on her face. sorry. she said, and he knew she was apologizing for touching him. did he really look like he hated people that much? it's fine... he said, shaking his head. i'm just glad you're ok and that it helped. if it would have made you sick... he didn't even finish. the thought scared him, if he was being honest. but thank you... he looked at her, studying her face and he could see the color returning to her cheeks. she looked healthier already, and it made him relax more. you're welcome. he said, nodding his head. now it was his turned to get uncomfortable. he never did anything for anyone, so being told thank you was huge to him. thank you. she said again, and he shook his head. dylan... you don't have to say thank you so many times. he said, rubbing the back of his head once more.

now it was time to drop the bomb. dylan... now that you know you can actually take blood from demons and be... healthy. i don't want you to stop that. you need the nourishment or it'll kill you, eventually. you may not need to take blood everyday to survive, but you will every once in a while. don't be afraid to come to me. i'll help you. i promise. he said. i'll help you figure yourself out. you're not alone on this. i won't let you be. he stared at her, making sure to keep contact with her eyes through the small speech. he was being sincere, and he wanted her to know that. she would probably refuse his offer, but he'd push the envelope to where she'd finally accept the help he was offering. he wouldn't watch her deteriorate when there was something he could do to help her.

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[dylan ann mazani]

dylan mazani

My parents did what they did in spite of the Society. My mother told me the last time I saw her. I don't care to see her again. My mother had been angry because her last husband had been killed by the Society because he was getting too hard to handle. So she became angry and ran into the rebellion blindly. I was made because my parents wanted to prove themselves to the rebellion, that they were in control of their lives and that they could decide to do whatever they chose. But they don't have to deal with the consequences, they can denounce me as there's and no one would ever know but me. I can't just stop being what I am, but I want to because I don't want to live like this! I hate having to deal with my secret first and everything else after. The girl didn't meet his gaze at all, she tried to keep it down on her hands and at the ground beneath her feet. She hadn't intended to tell him that, ever. She hadn't intended on thinking about it again, not once. Because it hurt. It hurt to know that the real reason they wanted a baby was to be able to place it in a world where it didn't belong and wouldn't have a place and just so they could prove their point.

As she leaned against the tree, she listened to his words, and while they did manage to bring comfort to the girl, she had to turn and look at him directly in the face. Her eyes searched his face and then connected with his eyes, attempting to find something, anything, to shove him away like she did everyone else. Why stay there then? If you hate her so much, who do you think is going to take over once her dad is gone? She asked, her mouth quivering as she stared up into his eyes with the innocence of a child. It was strange to be so close to him, to want to be closer. She wanted to be close to him, wanted to turn to him in her time of need because recently Matthew Winter had been distancing himself from her. 'But only for awhile. Until you're out of school.' The words he had told her hurt, he was putting them on hold until she was out of school to keep his job safe, and while she did partially understand it, the deeper part of her wanted to scream at him because he was so comfortable with the arrangement. He was able to look at her and pretend nothing happened. She on the other hand, hurt.

But James... how long had he been like this? Wanting to show her that he wasn't terrible, that he wouldn't hurt her and would do anything to protect her? She hadn't noticed because she had been so busy with her heart wrapped up in a helpless sea of emotions that now when he stood before her he stood more like a beacon of hope rather than a heartless ass that the rest of the school knew him as. You... you didn't know? She whispered, looking up at him slowly. She had expected him to know, and was actually quite surprised that he didn't. When it came to things like this, it seemed that he always knew. Dylan had known for a long time that Jordyn was far from James' favorite person. But the fact that he didn't know what she had done made Dylan feel like she could have cried from joy and happiness.

As she continued to sit there, gently running the tips of her fingers along his hand, she found herself helpless with emotions. Pain and anger, happiness and joy. Sorrow and woe. There was no way to escape the emotions that coursed through her veins, pounding from her heart and pushing down to her fingertips. But even with all the emotions that raged through her, the girl was sitting there now, back against the tree, still lightly running her hand along his. She would have held it too, if it had not been for the fact that her thoughts were else where. but when she spoke, she watched him through her lashes and noticed the small smile, the smile that she had never seen grace his face before, but now she felt like she could have stayed with him for the rest of her life, with a handsome smile and the willingness to protect her from her troubles and not taking no for an answer when she needed to tell someone what was really rattling around in that brain of hers.

But as she hugged him, she felt his stunned body simply be there, it was almost like he forgot to breath, forgot to say something, to do something, to move really. But after she reassured him of her well-being he finally summed up the courage to speak, and the three words that came out were hardly anywhere near as truthfully sounding as he had possibly intended them to be. That had been the real reason why she had released him, letting him his space and gently pushing him away in the mental way. She was used to it, and if that was what he wanted, a friendship and a weak one at that, then she would allow him that. She would make herself scare and only come around when he requested it. But she was so tired of being alone, shutting herself away and being able to turn to someone. That was all she had ever wanted, someone to turn to in the end, when nothing could ever seem to get worse, there was someone there to make her smile or at least make her forget the pain for awhile.

Dylan glanced up at his comment about making her sick and she sighed. She didn't know what to think. There were two parts of her brain going and the first part was viewing it as bad because then she wouldn't have been there anymore, she would have been shut in a hospital, hopefully exposed for what she was. The other part... the good part, was that she didn't have to be rushed away. But again he interrupted her thoughts and she glanced over at him, gently brushing her hair away from her face and over her shoulder. I feel like I have to because I've never had someone try to care. I never had someone make me tell them things I didn't want to because no one cared enough. Hell, not even Winter cared that much. She looked down, a new found sadness brought forth at the mention of his name.

But the words he spoke next caused her blood to run cold and she shook her head. James, I don't need it. I lasted seventeen years without it. She whispered and slowly pushed herself up off the ground, brushing away the dirt and leaves from her clothes. She glanced slowly at him and offered the last of the smile she had to offer that night. It's sweet that you care, it really is, but don't bother. I'm not worth the time. She whispered softly, brushing her hair back again from her face before sighing and leaning back against the tree. Her wings spread out across their entire wingspan as she stretched out her arms and legs and then finally the large black appendages on her back. It's fine, James. Don't worry about me.

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