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[bella jay paisley]

If you are wondering a seventeen year old girl would be wandering around a cemetary alone in the middle of the night? Bella would have no reason that would satate your curiosity for the reason escaped her also. Although she had never been here before, simply stepping into the cemetary felt as if she had been here for her entire life. There was something so familiar about cemetaries that you only had to visit one once before you felt like you knew them all. They were a commonality in almost everybodies lives, and if you had never visited one in your life then you were lucky. It was an experiance that stuck with you for a life time, despite how you tried to forget.

BJ walked through the graves, she wore a black jumper and dug her hands into the pocket at the front of this jumper. She also wore skinny leg jeans - evidence that she had not yet been back to her dorm room to change into something that was warmer. Although she shivered a little it was not because the chill of the night was finally getting to her - for Bella rarely felt the cold - it was simply the atmosphere of this place was starting to effect her. Black curls shifted slightly in the wind and she glanced from side to side, her eyes peering into the darkness as if she expected some strange creature to jump out and push her into an open grave. The very thought made her shudder. Open graves were something that she never walked past if she could help it, call it a childhood fear but she had once seen someone fall into an open grave and it had taken them an hour to get him out. From that moment on it was something that had frightened her.

Finally she sat down, she was not so disrespectful as to sit on a grave so instead she sat with her back against a large tree. Her eyes wavered over the cemetary and she sighed slightly. It reminded her so much of her parents, and when she thought of her parents she could not help but to think of her sister. She had not seen her sister since she was turned into a demon, she was way to terrified that she would lose her self control as she so frequently did these days. To her, it was almost as if her whole family was dead, not just her parents but everyone who had ever cared for her. It was easier to think of it like that, to punish herself for something that was beyond her control. Much easier than to consider that she did not go back for fear she may become a murderer. That was something she could not contemplate.

Bella felt her eyes begin to shut, as much as she fought against it and as much as the thoughts running through her head were far from pleasant. She felt herself relaxing against the trunk of the tree. Now you may be thinking, how can anyone honestly sleep in a cemetery of all places? Well, if you had been awake for as long as Bella had been then you would understand how easy it is to fall asleep anywhere if the circumstances are working against you. So it will come as no suprise to anyone that eventually she fell asleep. Although, perhaps it was where she was, perhaps it was her day. But her dream was far from peaceful.

I will not describe her dream here, but simply to say it had fire, pain and devestation. And it was a scream that woke her, a loud and piercing sound that jolted her from her reverie. It took her a moment to realise that the scream had come from her and was not a manifestation from her dream, and it took her only a second more to realise that the flames were also not a manifestation of her dream. While she had slept, something had startled her enough to make her unconsiously set the tree on fire. Swiftly she jumped to her feet, stepping slowly backwards as the tree flared up in a pure inferno. "Fuck. No, no, no." Her voice was not terrified as much as if was guilty. This fire would burn, and not even her control of the wind could help. She could turn it away from the direction of the houses and people, but she could not put it out. She could create, she could not destroy.

[sebastian dante lee]

Stand on the edge with me

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It wasn’t as if it was terribly unheard of for Sebastian to wander around cemeteries alone. Still, it wasn’t exactly the norm for a person to wander about a cemetery by themselves at night. Which made it spectacular that he wasn’t a person. He hadn’t been human in quite a few years. Sebastian was a demon, and he’d come here looking for exactly what he’d found. His feet crunched softly against the ground and his eyes scanned the dark cemetery. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know she was there. He knew she was. He knew precisely where she was. The boy watched as she sat and slumped against the trunk of a tree, relaxing. She was asleep within minutes. It was too easy, really.

He crossed the distance between them in a series of long strides. His voice rumbled out in a gruff whisper. I’ve been looking for you. It was true. He’d been looking for Bella for a while now. He’d finally convinced her sister to tell him where she was, and had followed her to this school. It wasn’t as if he really wanted to be at a school where murders were a part of the usual discipline policy. He simply wanted to be where she was. I’ll bet you’ve missed me. A wry smile curled his lips, though she couldn’t see it.

Gently, he reached out, prodding her mind to see what she was dreaming of. The impact of someone breaking into her mind or perhaps the effect of her catching his words startled the girl and flames leapt from her hands. A scream tore from her mouth and the girl’s eyes fluttered open. Sebastian grinned as he watched her jump up and step backwards. Sebastian grinned and approached the girl from behind her, wrapping his arms around her. How’ve you been? he asked, his lips close to her ear. His fingers dug into her arms. It wasn’t a loving embrace. It was more possessive than anything. As far as he was concerned, Bella was his creation. She was his by all rights. He only needed her to understand that.

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Tagged ! Bella
Music ! romance in a slow dance - the bigger lights
Word Count ! 354 without coding
Notes ! it's kinda short. and it kinda sucks. and i'm totally sorry. just getting used to the character, you know...
Credit ! emmaleahlove at CAUTION 2.0 made the template. Don't steal please or take this credit off.

[bella jay paisley]

She hadn't noticed him standing there, but it made sense to her that it was his voice what had sparked the nightmare that made the tree flare up. But as soon as the arms wrapped around her, her whole body froze and a tension ran through her. There was no need to turn around to see who it was, there was no need for him to even speak. She knew who it was, she would always know who this was. Her mind blanked and she did not think she could even move, how had he found her? She had made sure that nobody knew where she was and she had never really had any friends that she could tell were she was going. Only her sister had known .... no.

Quickly she moved away from in, the agility kicking in so that she all the ripped herself away from his arms, spinning as she did so. Now she was facing him. Her back was to the flaming tree, it was farin the back of her mind. Eyes searched him, he was exactly the same, he had not changed one bit. Her eyes were widened, in both fear and horror at what stood before her, she had thought she'd gotten away, yet here he was. She would have to run again, even though she was just getting settled in here. Quickly the horror turned to anger and she narrowed her eyes at him, trust him to come in and ruin everything.

"What did you do to her?" Her words were barely a whisper, the 'her' to whom Bella referred to was of course her sister. She knew that she would never have told Sebastian anything voluntarily, she knew that he could be very manipulating if he wanted to be and very determined when there was something that he was looking for, or wanted. Her hands rubbed the spots on her arms where his fingers had dug into, she didn't want him here yet now that he found her, she doubted he would leave now. Bella took another step away from him, her eyes were never leaving him. She was ready to run, ready to get out of there if it was needed and she would do so without hesitation. Although she tried to conceal it, she was afraid of him, she hated him. It was the reason she had left, the reason she had abandoned everything she knew. So that he would not find her.

"Why did you come here?" She whispered, her voice barely audible.