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where did they come from? how is their life? whos their family? what are they like? the questions and possibilities were endless and elisabetta found it a nice way to pass the time. this was often a place she spent her time when she wanted to get away from the fiamma manor. not only was it a place she could lose herself in her own thoughts but there were also no threats. piazza san marco was probably the only neutral ground in venice. there has never been a fight on the piazza and no one exactly knows why. people usually dont even try its just the know neutral ground. that doesnt mean the clans become any more friendly towards one another, but they arent after each others throats. elisabetta made her way through the crowd. her hands shoved in her leather pockets of her jacket that covered a white graphic crop top. she wore some skinny jeans and her wrists were decorated with multiple silver bracelets that clinked together with each swaying step. her hair was down cascading over her shoulders as her icy blue eyes were locked on one location. her little cafe. she always enjoyed going there when she'd go 'people watching'. shed lived in this city on her own since she was fifteen and she as now nineteen. four years have passed since the 'accident' and it still haunts elisabetta. she believes it will never leave he and shell never 'repent' meaning shell never be able to go home. her slightly glossed lips pressed in a thin line as the thought of home and the past appeared in her mind. she shook the thoughts away quickly not wanting to think about it anymore. she took a breath making her way into the cafe. the cafe was busy but that was no surprise. what else to expect. her eyes floated around the room taking in all the people. it was a mix of old and young, tourists and locals. elisabetta let out a chuckle of amusement watching a woman who was clearly a tourist by her giant bag by her feet and the thick 'speak italian' book in her hands htat she was studying as if her life depended on and the '10 hot spots of italy' seated right next to her coffee. but ironically to the right of the woman was a very italian looking woman with her two children who were loud, like stereotypical italians, speaking fast and fluent italian about this and that. elisabettas turn finally came up and they greeted her knowing who she was saying they kept her table open for her. the benefit of coming here so often is that elisabetta got to know the people at least on a base like and elisabetta was always known for tipping well. a benefit of living in the fiamma house is they have money, more than they know what to do with so its easy for anyone to tip into the cash pile and take a generous amount. elisabetta nodded as they brought up her coffee and her three biscottis she always had. with a curt nod no affection evident she tossed out a five and walked off. they waved her off shouting thell see her later. elisabetta has never been one to be affectionate to anyone. quiet the opposite. she hated emotions there for she rarely showed them. she didnt hate a lot of people. she just didnt show her affections and she was cold to most people so most thought she did. she sat down at her table calmly. sitting back she took a breath and poured her milk and sugar in her coffee stirring it with her biscotti before letting out a soft sigh of appreciation. one of the fondest memories that elisabetta held was ever since she could remember her mother would drink coffee and eat a biscotti with it. as soon as elisabetta was old enough she would take sips and nibbles at her mothers morning and night time snacks. eventually when she was old enough for her own shed sit with her mother and theyd talk and enjoy their coffee and biscottis together. the memories were bitter sweet as they flooded back to her mind. she took a breath thinking a moment. something felt like it was missing. her eyes scanned the table and she realized. the candle wasnt lit. which wasnt unusual. it was during the day and they lit their candles when it started getting darker but it comforted elisabetta when the little flame would flicker next to her. she would often play with the flame while watch the people pass. she took a quick glance around. she didnt really care who knew she could manipulate fire but still fiamma constantly was on her for 'not being careful' after her quick glance around was checked out her focus turned to the candle as she said softly, "light up" and instantly the candle lit up with a small flickering flame. elisabetta gave her signature half smile watching as she played with the flame a bit before glancing up to look at the people passing by. 994 | open | first post ^.^ this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=vAlign, top] NOTES ! TAGS. Betta, Open WORDS. 1,114 LYRICS. Am I psycho? ,Tech9. NOTES. Second post :3 ---- Nicholas thoughts Ericks Thoughts Ares Thoughts Oberon Thoughts

I AM PSYCHO? YEA I'M A PSYCHO? I THINK I'M A PSYCHO. I LIKE YOU BUT YOU'RE CRAZY The hood placed over the man’s head didn’t allow anyone to see those hybrid hues in those orbs that watched one particular pair of feet-err well heels. Ebony heeled boots clicked their way to their designation parting a path just faintly enough for him to follow behind silently. Now the man wasn’t so certain if the lovely physique of the woman was aware of his presence or if that dread sensory adaptation had kicked him. He had “stalked” her to the little café nearly every other day, he wasn’t certain if she had noticed or not which brought more thrill to his little game. He grunted when a tourist clashed into his body unaware of where they were placing their footing. His eyes flashed up to meet a pair of caramel eyes, followed by endless wrinkles on a face. His jaw clenched but he didn’t speak as the raspy vocal cords of an elderly man let loose on his ears. His eyes traveled further downward to check his cargo shorts and crimson shoes that were still in their impeccable conditions. He waved his hand in response, almost snapping on him for causing him to nearly lose his little prize. When his head turned into the direction of the clicking heels he smiled at how far she had traveled since that little encounter. His eyes lowered just the slightest to catch the curve of her bottom swaying as she clicked into the café; he had to admit that her confident walk was a little alluring to his sites. When she clutched the white handle of the door with her small hands he stood in the crowd watching as she slipped inside. Follow her Vladimir; go ahead let me do the thinking for you. The giant mass of a man lumbered into a seat as he shook his head whispering back, “No go the fuck away Erick.” That was the last thing Vladimir ever needed to do, if he was sexually provoked by any female it was trouble. Therefore the next possible worse thing to do in public was to let loose sex fiend Erick. Fine have it your way, I just wanted to have a bit of fun. Vladimir chuckled at that response, Fun? That asshole within him enjoyed raping women when they didn’t voluntarily give themselves up to him, who was also Vladimir giving him a mad reputation where what he formally called home. His thoughts were snatched from him by the familiar sound of heels on the pavement, followed by the swishing of dark brown hair as the woman walked, no strutted to her seat cradling a coffee and three biscottis. A grin unfolded on his face as he gazes at the back of her head, she had settled in front of him unknowingly as usual. You’re a constant creep you know? Vladimir ignored the voice he didn’t need this lecture that was about to spur from Nicholas. That little sucker was always willing to do a women’s bidding. In other words he was the definition of the word softy. Vladimir hated whenever he got control of him, the little gentleman made him look like a total pussy. It was rather annoying when Vladimir arrived back in possession of his body to find out half the female population thought of him to be "sweet", "compassionate" and "gentle" while his male companions thought of him to be a suck-up or a push-over. His fist clenched at the thought of Amber, that little whore had been lucky enough to encounter Nicholas while Vladimir had been away. Unfortunately Nicholas laid her down and apparently gave her “the time of her life” in addition to vows of being in a relationship. When Vlad found out he didn’t even take the time to put the whining little girl out nicely. The way Amber had curled her hair around her finger when he motioned for her to come closer, those eager chocolate portals gazed up at him awaiting his word. His body tingled when he placed his hand on either side of her smooth face. That tingle had been an emotion from the root of Nicholas, yet poor Nicholas hadn’t been in control of the body to stop Vladimir from doing what he did next. His face lowered to meet hers almost as if to seal a kiss then he whispered into her face, “Once a whore always a whore and well I can’t be bounded to such a thing.” She had been so angry it was slightly amusing to him, the red flushed to her face almost like a volcano ready to explode its hot juices. Ever since he had handled that situation the way he did, He and Nicholas were not on good terms. But what did it matter to Vladimir? Not a thing indeed, his eyes flashed back over to the brunette as whispered something and the candle came to life with fire dancing over it. Loosened his fist he cocked his head at her as she at peace, nibbling on her biscottis before she sipped from the lid of the paper coffee cup.When those pale salmon color lips touched the cap he felt a whisk of wind brush down his neck, another response caused by Erick's own personal arousal. He shook his head, he is way too easily provoked. He tisked aloud towards her before he rose from his chair. Weaving through several other before he pulled back the one across from the beauty he settled down in front of. Smirking with his brows rose in amusement, his hood still tightly snug to crown of his head he spoke to her. “My little Betta, why would you play with fire in public? Didn’t our fellow fiamma's tell you to be careful darling?” His voice rolled off with a heavy huskiness as his giant hand reach across the table to take one of the biscottis in front of her. He plopped it into his awaiting mouth before she could react to him. Now why he was provoking her? He had no clue, Vladimir had heard about little Betta. How she hated emotions and didn’t dwell in others presence well. Not to mention that she didn’t seem to be very fond of men. His purpose was to discover why she was this way, so hushed and rude. He was going to find out one way or another. As that is what happens when a secretive female meets a knowledge thirsty man. He leaned back in the chair awaiting her words as he hummed at tune. Let the game begin shall we?

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[/b]" she spoke sharp and coldly. she eyed him carefully as she added, "what are you even doing here? following me?[/b]" she joked lightly even though she wouldnt exactly put it past him.

vladimir was an interesting character. shes heard many things about him and usually not good things. he was known for being a 'psychopath' and elisabetta would be lying if she said she wasnt interested him. in fact the opposite. she didnt necessary want to be his friend, she didnt really want to be anyones friend, but more over she wanted to know him. know his ticks. know his personalities. he was like an interesting specimen and elisabetta was a scientist sent to discover him. shed never heard about anyone like him and she didnt know if shed go as far as to say 'psychopath' but thoughts can be just as easily changed as they can be invented. she heard he originally came from spain and no one was sure why or how he got here. just one day he did. that stirred some interest for elisabetta. everyone has a story. especially for when they leave and suddenly appear places alone without an explanation. including herself, but she plans to take her reasons to the grave. although that might not be true for vladimir and elisabetta thought itd be a fun game for them to see who will crack first.

elisabetta has barely talked to the guy. if anything maybe a fleeting hello in the manor. but they certainly wasnt friends allowing him to call her betta or take her biscotti. she was only partly joking about 'showing him fire' elisabetta wasnt scared of showing off her abilities she just didnt want the earful shed get at the manor not that she exactly cares what they think or follow their rules. elisabetta often kept to herself in the manor only making minimum chitchat and minimum amount of friends. which so far are none. not that she really mind. she spent most of her time out and about just exploring so she didnt exactly have any reason to attach to anyone. plus in her mind she hoped to return back to verona as soon as possible although she knew at the rate she was going shed never be able to return to her lovely mother and into the walls of her home city.

her eyes glanced over the mans face as she slowly raised the little white ceramic cup to her pink lips taking a sip. she moved some of her brown locks that had moved into her face as she looked at him holding his look. she was a confident girl and never backed down or looked away. she believed in facing your problems head on and dealing with them face to face. she strongly despised when people used others to do their dirty work. thats not any power. a truly strong person doesnt mind getting their hands dirty. at least in elisabettas mind, but elisabettas mine as well as elisabetta herself is in summary: a walking contradiction.
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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=vAlign, top] NOTES ! TAGS. Betta, Open WORDS. 1,437 LYRICS. Am I psycho? ,Tech9. NOTES. Second post :3 ---- Nicholas thoughts Ericks Thoughts Ares Thoughts Oberon Thoughts

I AM PSYCHO? YEA I'M A PSYCHO? I THINK I'M A PSYCHO. I LIKE YOU BUT YOU'RE CRAZY The enticing growl that spilled between her full lips made the man stir in his seat, leaning forward he arched his right eyebrow higher as if to question her unexpected sound. Did she think she was some sort of an animal, a kitty perhaps? She would suit well as a cat, perhaps a Bengal feline if anything. She matched their sly and quick behavior, not to mention her ethereal frost orbs that matched that of an actual feline’s eye. She isn’t a cat you know. The wildfire of irritation encompassed his monumental frame at the voice that sounded in his head, why on earth was Nicholas muttering to him? No sooner than the fire had started it was extinguished; her voice had bounced off his ears vibrating the ear drum as he noted the frigid beauty of it. She wielded a sharp little dagger with that tongue of hers and it appeared she knew exactly how to use it. Little did she know it didn’t intimidate Vladimir, why would it do such a thing? In fact it perked more attentiveness to herself but then again he couldn’t tell if she wanted him to depart from her sites or pressure her further for conversation. Vladimir guffawed when he actually comprehended her suggested in showing him fire. She had suggested it almost as if it was something foreign to him, that little hue of crimson and aureate was his only acquaintance; it wouldn’t make any sense to conclude he was foreign to the subject of which he held so dearly. Although he possessed the knowledge fairly well enough that wasn’t what she meant; those words had been spun as a threat for him conceivably because he had startled her. She was difficult to decipher considering her pupils hadn’t dilated at his arrival but narrowed, she truly does not like company does she? He derailed that train of thought; he liked the little spark in her and nothing was going to draw him away. Especially since it was obviously easily ignited this was all the more pleasing to the man. When she inquired that he had been following her he chuckled again. IF she had been twice as clever she would have realize it had been going on for the past two weeks, yet the enchanting brunette was still someone to “proud” of. She sealed her lips as if no longer desiring to speak any further he concluded she was pondering him. He was after all a rather particular character, especially with the multiples he did hold. Still very few held that knowledge of his disorder which was how he preferred it; it was always a pleasure to disappear with marks of wonder stained in the eyes of his watchers. Compounded illuminate eyes followed her hand as she drew it to her face to push a lock of her silk hair back into its rightful place. She hadn’t withdrew from eye contact which told him she was just as confident as he was, she also far more foolish when it came to certain situation. She was being mild tempered with him at the moment because he provoked curiosity she hadn’t quite encountered before, it only made sense as nearly every other fiamma male was practically identical in nature. Violence and whether they like to believe or not emotion ruled their thoughts when it came to any situation that threated their ego. While He was a cocky son of a bitch, he would put aside his ego if it called for it and that wasn’t something many of his clan mates were willing to do. That unfortunately led to many deaths within his clan which also explained the reason for numerous offspring within Fiamma. His clan was reckless but he admired it all the same, its passion is what had captured his “heart” you could say. Thus this was the reason Vladimir was quite so much cockier than others, he was unique in character and mind. Not to mention he knew that judging a book by its cover was the fatal mistake for danger that another reason he developed the idea of knowing his fellow fiamma members fairly well. The better you know them the easier to predict in any situation, and easier to manipulate if needed (which was hardly ever unless it was a woman). His eyes searched hers, and he slowly realized she was mimicking the same cheerless glow within those icy portals he usually held. Vladimir was no longer glaring at prey as he thought -which had been his unforgettable mistake-- he was in an arena challenging another predator. In fact one he had never encounter before and what made it worse was she was not only as good as him but perhaps even better at his own game. Yet Vladimir would never admit such, to admit defeat was the job of a worthless fellow. He didn’t give up and according to his fans he was “to legit to quit”, while it was fairly admiring it almost made him disappointed internally. Little did his watching fans know he had given up so many times before he came here, in fact the reason he came to Venice was because he had given up hope in the place it mattered most, home. All because of his mother;his mother had caused the chaos yet she blamed him. She was one of those characters that couldn’t take the fact they had failed in life, they couldn’t face all their faults therefore projected it onto others. Classical defense mechanism of any human being but if it happens more than often it is fairly notable that something is wrong. Something had always been wrong with her and the worthless slut had wanted a savior. She had never been and would never be worthy of one, his jaw clenched slightly at the thought of a smile on her nearly perfect bronze face. She shouldn’t have been graced with all the blessing she had received, she had never been worthy of her children nor her mate, his foster mother nor his real one. And maybe that was the reason he looked at all women as little toys. His stared blankly at the woman in front of him, knowing she desired a response. That was the only thing that reeled him out of his endless thoughts; her simple presence. No longer lingering in that subject of failure he spoke, “Darling Betta don’t be mad at me I didn’t mean to offend you. Want to kiss and make up?” He paused letting his hushed words sink into the tension filled air before he released another line, “Besides I might like the little fire you show me. I rather my women be a little feisty, seems you fit the script dear.” Without removing his eyes come hers he ceased the candle fire with a click of his fingers. “Follow you? Of course love, I have to keep an eye on what is beautiful and mine.” The life of the candle reignited when his words died off into the air no longer being able to linger with that moment of space. Waving a waitress over he nodded briefly at her to go fetch his drinks he had ordered prior to her arrival, Vladimir had set this up and soon it would be obvious to the elegance of a queen that spoke to him so fiercely. His plans never failed; after all he had taken the time to set it up even if it was something that was to be performed on the fly it was something spectacular to see all the fascinating perceptions he could brainstorm in under a minute. That was possibly due to his artistic nature he had never took the time to figure where it came from but he was none the less proud of it. Awaiting the arrival of his drinks he purposed another question for her, this time in Italian to see if she was one who spoke the language or just listened to others in astonishment or confusion, “quello che preoccupa è in precedenza poco Betta.” He purposely said little Betta to truly see if she was irritated by it or rather more thrill secretly. He was testing this girl and if he got burned in the process so be it. To get the job done you had to get a little dirty didn’t you? Lucky for her, if she didn’t want to play in the dirt Vladimir would do it for her. He was all for experimenting alone if necessary but first she had to pass this test to see how he’d approach his newly found species.

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But then again there was a glint in his eyes that told Elisabetta he wasn’t just any other guy. He wasn’t the one of the usual toys she played wit and she had to be cautious. He had come up to her out of the blue to point out her fire usage. She couldn’t shake the feeling he was after her for something more than just getting to know her and she wanted to know what. If he was just trying to be friendly he would have shrunk away at her icy glare and almost animal-like growl seeing she wasn’t interested in any friends at the moment. But instead he seemed to push her further trying to talk to her further. There was something he wanted from her. Weather it was information, something actual physical, or control Elisabetta wasn’t planning to give it to him. She never liked giving away power. She liked to keep the fields equal or herself higher. She never tried to ‘fake people out’. She always made people away of their place and her own. He continued to study her it seemed till he finally spoke to her finding something to comment on. She rolled her eyes at his words as she just growled back shortly, “its Elisabetta. I’d rather kiss an Acqua clan member.” Anyone who knew her or even just heard of her would know of all element clans she disliked Acqua clan members the most. She loathed them and wanted to see them be brought down. Not just is their element her owns weakness but it associated negatively with her past, although no one knew that, and she will never let it go. She blames all of Acqua Clan and herself for the death of her beloved brother and father. It had always been that clan that she hated the most. Ever since she was little and the little Acqua clan girl turned all Elisabetta’s potential friends against her. That is one of Elisabetta’s strongest memories. Being bullied as a child and being too weak to actually defend herself. Because of that she had learned that in order to make friends or be successful she had to step up and become a stronger person. She had adapted the idea that the definition of peace is the ability to overcome all enemies; as far as she knew in her own life that was true. Elisabetta blamed herself for the accident that occurred causing the death of her brother and her father and make her flee Verona with her tail between her legs and her head low. She blamed herself for not having more self control and since than had been disciplining herself to maintain self control when she gets intoxicated as well as her anger. She wasn’t very good at self control when it comes to her anger though. The one emotion that ever truly shows on the girls face is bitter anger, discontent in where she is and how she came to where she is. She replaced all her sorrow and pain with anger. Her anger fueled her fire inside her; her hatred for herself and for Acqua clan as a whole. That’s what kept her going and kept her from dwelling on the pain in her heart. She never did console in anyone about what happened. Maybe that’s why she was so stuck on the past. She was unable to find someone and allow herself to open up to anyone to get the emotions out. Maybe that’s all she needed. But Elisabetta that was an option. That would involve opening up and letting her emotion out that she’s been boxing up for over four years. She wasn’t near close to wanting or ready to face them. She’d rather keep them boxed up and keep her anger firing her existence. She looked at him with a bored expression on her face saying simply, “And what silly notion made you believe I am and ever would be yours?” she did find it slightly amusing that he thought she would easily turn herself over to him. She hated when people thought of her as easy to tame. She was no ones. She did what she wanted and how she wanted. She didn’t want someone following her around. She enjoyed her freedom. She was like a fire. She noticed him motioning to the waitress to fetch him his drink as she smirked lightly commenting, “So I see you’ve been planning this. How long exactly did it take you to make and follow through with this little plan of yours?” She leaned forward with slight interest her eyes flickering to the flame that went on and off. With her icy glare she commanded the fire to go out and it did as it was told. She glanced around at all the small flames in their holders as she looked over each one they went out before she raised her eyes up to his ignoring the surrounding people’s confusion to why their flames died. She raised an eye brow at his choice of words responding without answering his question,”Cosa sperate di ottenere spingere i bottoni?

[/b]” Sitting back in her seat she took a sip of her coffee growing cold. She glanced around as she made a small flame in her hand holding her coffee heating it up again before stopping the flame taking a drink of her coffee again with a slight smirk of content. She glanced back to him while setting the small near empty cup back down. At least he could actually speak Italian. Italian was her native language after all. All she spoke to her mother was Italian. It made her more comfortable speaking Italian. It made her feel more at home almost. She was curious why he chose that one sentence to be in Italian.

He was testing her wasn’t he. She didn’t know what she was being tested for but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t interested to know. She stayed sitting with her elbows on the table and her hands laced together propping up her head showing she was interested in what he had to say. Her face gave off no real emotion but that wasn’t exactly out of the usual. She tilted her head as she glanced at his drink of choice. A lot can say about someone from what they order or purchase. She continued to wonder what test he was putting her up against and whether or not she ‘passed’ and what was to come next. She was starting to enjoy this little game he was setting up. It seemed to give her the challenge she needed.

He was a challenge for her and she liked challenges. Challenges kept things interesting and kept her on her toes which she enjoyed. She wanted to see what this guy was made of and what he could through at her. She was confident though that whatever he chose to throw at her she would be able to master without a problem. She was very confident in her own abilities and she wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty in the process.
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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=vAlign, top] NOTES ! TAGS. Betta, Open WORDS. 1,341 LYRICS. Am I psycho? ,Tech9. NOTES. I don't what just happened. ---- Nicholas thoughts Ericks Thoughts Ares Thoughts Oberon Thoughts

I AM PSYCHO? YEA I'M A PSYCHO? I THINK I'M A PSYCHO. I LIKE YOU BUT YOU'RE CRAZY His hand swept over her chest to clutch the place of where his heart would be if he didn’t have the flesh and muscle in the way. Squeezing his eyes shut to display the pain he felt at when she replied to him hissing at his request to "kiss and make up". An acqua clan member? Harsh this one was, and why? What reason did she have to be so generally brutal to everyone who crossed her path? It made him ponder more on her, but before he could dive into his own pool of thoughts he inquired this, "Perché mi hai fatto male così?" He frowned slightly watching her as she retreated into her thoughts. He couldn't help but want to question her on what she was thinking; she was always so silent, always seeming to be contemplating on something extremely significant. Any fool could see that by the dim in her eyes whenever she seemed not to be engaged, not that there was much change when she was in company but still the difference was noticeable or at least to Vladimir it was. And therefore anyone with a brain could tell even if they didn't know Betta loathed the water lovers that she would have a burning hate for them especially if she could barely stand her own kind. She didn't seem to like to linger and anyone’s presence which slightly disturbed others. She hadn't only gained a title of being what other feels called a "heartless brutal bitch" but she came off as if she had schizoid personality disorder. He highly doubted it but the bourgeoisie bitches that lurked near him had convinced themselves she was such. He knew that those female were only trying to make her seem less interesting but their attempt had failed heavily round-housed them in the face before strutting away clearly satisfied. He had at once become interested in her because of such and the fact she wasn't well known to anyone in the clan. It was almost as if she set this outcast of a title upon herself just so all the others could frown upon her unless she was aiding the clan. Now if that was the case he definitely had to find out why she desired for it to be that way and well if it wasn't he still longed to know. Her foreignness made him wonder if she even loved her own family, not to mention no one has ever heard of talking about family. Then again who was he to talk? He abhorred his family to the point he felt a eschew for them. They of course reached out to him, sending him letter that he would burn slowly as soon as he received them. He never bothered to open them knowing they would only resort in more emotional exhaustion. Vladimir no longer wanted contact with them, as he didn't want to remember. He didn't want to recall why he was the person he was being today. Nor did he want to face up to the fact that he might be too weak to face all the emotions that would flood to him when he finally did. He had never been on to cry, not even at birth and his father caught glimpse of that and decide to make him a solider. His little solider or so he thought till his creation turned on him so brutally there would be no forgiving of that sin nor the sins that followed after the virginity of holiness had been destroyed with such astringent he had found it difficult to glance in the mirror some days. Yet that was the past or so he convinced himself it was, even though it lingered on the tip of his brain like a bad taste stained to your taste buds. His eyes searched hers as he tried to restrain from jumping further into the pit he hated to glance down in. If only she would do something to provoke him so he wouldn't have to keep thinking about well himself in such high depth. That was perhaps why he hadn't expect her to reply when she did commenting on "being his", he had been only teasing her at the matter but she seemed lightly amuse by it but also annoyed. Vladimir decided it was best not to speak but to observe the woman before him, she was so cautious in her steps like she was defending from some stereotype or something of the sort. The smirk that kicked up on either end of her lips didn't startle him nor did her words that flew after yet when she leaned forward as she rested on her delicate looking hands; his eye brow arched once more in question. What was she up to now? Attempting to provoke me? That wouldn't be the best thing to do but Vladimir wasn't going to stop her. How long did it take? Not long, he hadn't really meant to follow her first few times as he always got his coffee from here it wasn't till he saw her here three times that he back interested. He had begun to wonder what lured her here or was this cafe her sanctuary to contemplate in, he still wasn't entirely certain. He really had no answer to why he was presently having this conversation with her but he had no need to reply just yet especially when her brow rose when she spoke in Italian back to him. He wasn't here to push her buttons but it did amuse him while he danced around to his real task. He raised his black coffee to his lips inhaling before he sucked in the liquid with his eyes still on her. Settling it back onto the table he broke the trance they seemed to be in to notice a child search for their mother, he was going to rise to help but no sooner than his mind had told him to do such it registered the fact that the mother was waving her hand frantically at the child so it could see her. In moments the little moment of anxiety was gone from both eyes of the two, pleased with being reunited again they clutched hands before disappearing into the crowd. "You never answered my question, but I suppose that is how you function. You keep everything locked up don't you? Never once told a little soul, unless of course they already knew but it seems no one knows about you. You’re the clan's little mystery and no one has taken the time to question you, why? Well you made certain that didn't happen. I'm going to ask you this one question, you can even disregard all the ones before I just said moments ago. I'll let this sink in first before I ask you." He paused his voice low and the huskiness undertone had attempted to dial but could only so much which didn't help in his attempt to whisper. "Would you like me to completely leave you alone? You like solitude and if you wish for me to leave just say so and I'll be off never to bother you again. But if you do decide to dwell in my company you'll have to lighten up just a little if that isn't too much to ask." He had purposed this question to see if she was willing to push her box she had placed herself in. She had trapped herself into the container and wasn't even going to ever allow herself out, now someone pounding on the outside for her to do such would never work but perhaps if he asked he could get somewhere. He wasn't certain but it was worth a try, and well then again Vladimir wasn't exactly a man of his word so he would leave her in solitude for some time but he'd be back again to interrogate her once more. He wanted to know her and what frightened him the most was he had no clue why.

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The clan would probably laugh if she told them that when she was very little she’d walk around with a stuffed bunny named Bellissa, meaning fair or lovely one, and she would cuddle on the couch with her brother watching movies; her favorite one being Princess Diaries and after she’d play princess with her brother. That would be quiet the shock to the whole clan. She suspected they already think that she grew up in a tiny dark ran down house and her room was a dungeon and for fun she tortured squirrels. She could tell by the looks on some of their faces they think that her childhood was all darkness which actually it wasn’t. She had a normal childhood. It was pretty happy actually. She never was very good at making friends. But she didn’t get the ‘push everyone away’ attitude till her brother and father died. Before that she just didn’t know how to make friends and that was always a difficult task for her. But she was friendly. She was nice. She always did her best to help. At school she’d volunteer frequently to go first with projects and she’d get along with others. She really wasn't anything abnormal. But others seem to want to depict her as this cold hearted monster from birth that doesn’t know how to give a normal smile and has never laughed a day in her life when as a child she was known for her constant smiles and her bounce back attitude. Elisabetta tilted her head a moment as she watched him noticing how he was lost in his own thought. She noticed maybe for a second maybe longer that his eyes had a flicker of some emotion. Pain maybe? She wasn’t quite sure but it was something unpleasant she could tell that much. She wasn’t much of a person to press people for information. She would always let people tell her if they so desire. Unless Elisabetta wants it out than she usually takes a more manipulative approach and less caring. She has never been particularly good with people. He finally seemed to snap out of his thoughts at her words and she watched him carefully. She could tell he was just as confused about her as she about him. She didn’t exactly know how to look at him. They almost seem one in the same. Coming from another place without word about their past and both having titles given to them that aren’t exactly positive. Even though Elisabetta is now for her cold attitude she still has talked to people. They are short and formal conversations for the most part. But she still talks to others in the clan and she’s heard his name mentioned more than once. Often times when she’d sit in the common room or if she was eating and others were at the same time she’d hear a thing or two about him and others and it was always a mix of people saying he was a mystery or he was crazy. She didn’t pay much mind to it though because she couldn’t say much herself. She just as much a mystery as he was. They both seemed to have pasts they weren’t too eager to recall especially to someone else. Elisabetta noticed he didn’t answer any of her questions. She was actually surprised he stuck around. She was also known for her sharp sarcastic tongue which usually ran people off. They’d get enough of her attitude and just pick up and leave. She usually didn’t mean to be such a smartass but it just came naturally. After years of keeping emotions boxed up and pushing people away in order to keep her past hidden she’s adapted a sharp tongue. She always had had a little bit of sass though. Her brother and she always would be sarcastic with one another. Just sibling fun nothing serious and it just developed. She missed Gabriel. He was always better with people and would give her advice how to make friends and help her out. Usually he’d introduce her to people. He’d give her a hand and help her. But he was no longer here and she was on her own. She felt it was a lie when people say that the ‘dead sticks around’ she felt no presence after father and brothers death; just emptiness. She felt like her heart was torn out of her heart and thrown and fed on by wolves. She had prayed for any sign that he or her father was still with her. But every day and every night was the same empty feeling in her chest. She was hurt so much by the loss she had never cried over it besides when she saw him dead. She’d lay awake at nights and staring at the ceiling wanting to just cry it out so she could go to sleep or move on but she couldn’t even if she tried. She would whisper words up to the ceiling as if they’d reach Gabriel or her father with no avail. Eventually she gave up. Occasionally she sends a prayer up to them but then thinks why they would want to help her. She was the reason they were dead. Moments like those were when she felt absolutely on her own. To her she believed Gabriel and her father hated her and she had to repent properly. She thinks maybe if that happens they’ll send her some sign maybe she’ll feel a relief of some sort. Like she could finally let them rest. But alas no such luck so far. She looked to the child and the mother and thought briefly about her own experiences of losing her mother in stores and how Gabriel would always have to find her. She loved wandering around as a child and would often find herself not even seeing her mother’s beautiful brown locks or her brothers spiky blond hair and she would get scared out of her wits and start crying till Gabriel would swoop in and take her back to their mother who would take them for ice cream to keep the tears away. Her eyes snapped back to his words and she stayed quiet as she listened to him feeling slightly uncomfortable as he called her out for avoiding his questions and pinning her as the mystery. She was curious for his question as she waited a moment and for once she didn’t have any come back. Elisabetta usually always had some sort of snarky come back or some way of avoid the question. But this one settled unlike any other question. No one had ever asked her. They would usually pick up and leave. She turned her head to look back at the bustling piazza trying to figure out what to say. Part of her wanted to say for him to leave but the other wanted him to stay. She didn’t know what she wanted. Nor did she ever when it came to these situations. She always had a tugging feeling missing the company that had previously been Gabriel. She never had many friends but she didn’t care because she still had Gabriel and now that he’s gone she’s been feeling completely alone and part of her has wanted that void to be filled. But another was too afraid to let someone in. Plus if it was anyone she didn’t want Vladmir. Sometime about him told her not to completely trust him. That he wasn’t one to stick around and since he was so much like her she felt like any information she gave him in the future shed regret. She wasn’t ready to trust him or really anyone. She finally looked back at him as she said, “You haven’t answered any of my questions either. Either way I feel like you’ll still be coming back. I don’t see you as someone who really leaves once they’re interested in something or have a goal set that they haven’t accomplished. So why not stay. But first tell me something no one else knows about you. Its easier to get more comfortable with someone you know better.” She offered a faint smile with a shrug. Not a smirk but an actual smile. It wasn’t a big teeth shower but it was more than her usual strict straight expression or devious smirk. She was curious about him and she wanted him to stay to so she could find out why he found her so interesting to even bother striking a conversation. She wasn’t deaf to hear how besides some people finding him ‘odd’ but he caught the attention of quiet a few girls. He was attractive; Elisabetta wouldn’t deny that, so obviously he’d attract girls. But why would he bother with her when he had a group of girls already. 1559 | vlad | -- this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

[VLADIMIR KIVULI]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=vAlign, top] NOTES ! TAGS. Betta, Open WORDS. 1,540 LYRICS. Am I psycho? ,Tech9. NOTES. Woot we hit past 1,500 ---- Nicholas thoughts Ericks Thoughts Ares Thoughts Oberon Thoughts

I AM PSYCHO? YEA I'M A PSYCHO? I THINK I'M A PSYCHO. I LIKE YOU BUT YOU'RE CRAZY Vladimir nearly blinked at her response; it was like looking into a mirror and damn was he sexy as a woman. He smirked at his own wicked little thought before he took the time to examine her words; of course he didn't necessarily want to avoid her first short statement so he replied with amusement in those multi-hued orbs, "E io non voglio non piangere per me?" He was positive she wouldn't cry but it couldn't hurt to ask and tease her on the subject. He liked bothering her, she could take a joke and send one firing back unlike other girls who could keep up with it for a few round before becoming emotionally frustrated with him and then strutting away only to return an hour later. Perhaps that was why he stuck around Betta, he knew if she strutted away – and he would pay full attention to if she did after all she had a nice petite body- she wouldn't return and that intrigued him. She seemed to be more about the chase than she even realized but he wasn’t one to chase and he wasn’t one to given into the chase for something he felt so strongly about. Especially when it was a woman, now a goal was a different thing but to chase after a woman was to boost her ego and her control; Vladimir wouldn’t allow any of that. When she became silent again swirling back into her clicking mind he cocked his head, his eyes slowly ascended to her lips before they lingered on her chest as it rose and fell while she was consumed by thoughts. He couldn't help but wonder what size she was, a C seemed to be it, but she could also be a D. It was so difficult to tell with that top she had on, now if he were able to take if off then he could see well. He shook his head somewhat violently; those weren't my thoughts were they? His question was responded by a roaring laughter echoing in his head, he side knowingly. Erick, had tapped into the little bit of power he had left to change those thoughts of his or at least persuade them to rise to the surface. Stay out of my mind Erick. The reply he felt was to dull for him to even calculate therefore he left the thought of the other versions "him" alone. Vlad felt guilty for even considering Betta that way, she seemed almost as his equal so he had to give her a little more respect that the other girls he tampered with. Considering he held a different meaning with her only made the shame worse. His eyes drew to her ethereal ice portals that peered through him as if he wasn't there. She seemed to be having either a deep debate or a daydream either one would make up reason for why it took her so long to response and well when she did Vladimir was thrill and astonished once again. They kept dancing around the fire, daring the other to touch it first with all these questions they tossed about. What surprised him even further was the little smile she placed on her lips, and it appeared genuine. Maybe I have gotten through to her. He couldn't help but smile faintly back, she held the type of smile that made you ponder over your own; meaning if it looked even half as good as hers did. He shook his head and let out a sigh as he tried to figure out what lie he could form to please her request. Oddly none came, and it made him panic slightly. It was unnatural for him to not be able to come up with four to five false responses on the fly and now it seemed he was stumped. Maybe he could tell her something amusing, like he's a toy solider? That wouldn't satisfy her and he knew that the moment it crossed his mind. He could always tell her a truth in a very joking manner and use a tad of reverse psychology but she seemed to clever not to notice it. He began to wonder if there was even a point in attempting to lie to the girl before him. She wasn't that much of a threat was she? He didn't know nor did he want to or at least not yet. He couldn’t tell her anything useful like how he had ruthlessly murdered his father, and from their his little sins grew. He raped his sister’s best friend only a year later, that started a raping spree and he did that for two years every two months; that had been when Erick had taken control. That was currently why Erick was itching to be released he had been pinned up for three years now, Vladimir understood him but he wasn’t going to allow that. He didn’t know why Erick just could have sex like a normal person why it had to be raped and the reply he had gotten he didn’t like so he didn’t bother asking any more questions. Now how had this all happened for two years and Vladimir not put up a fight? Well see, Ares had been in control when he snapped his father’s neck and it became hard for Vladimir to face the world. Especially after he found out one of the women he had unknowingly raped during that process was his own foster mother, fortunately for him she didn’t recall it and she hadn’t been pregnant. Yet unfortunately for him he recalled the memories vividly for about four months for Erick’s own amusement. That was until he learned how to shut down his personalities abilities for a period of time. Therefore during all this traumatizing tragedy he allowed his personalities to rule his body while –at the time while the friendship was still there- Nicholas coached him back to sanity. This was probably why Nicholas had been so brutally disturbed when Vladimir embarrassed his little Amber, but Vladimir had gone through that stage of pure apathy so at the time he hadn’t worried but now he missed the old man’s jokes. The only character Vladimir knew that didn’t have any problems with him was Oberon and that was simply because the fellow never spoke, which was perhaps why Vladimir took a liking to him when he was little, allowing him to rule for majority of his childhood. This was also why he had been so subject his father’s brutal rule which eventually led into the decapitation of his father’s head. Vladimir shivered at the flash of those deep brown eyes before they dulled to a near ebony color, the moment the life left his father’s eyes Vladimir felt more wrong than he had right at that moment. From then Vladimir had destroyed his own life and he hadn’t even realized it. With a sigh he cracked his knuckles again not getting the familiar popping sound when he pressed on them he glanced down dissatisfied. Now the questioned he had to face was, would he put himself on the line or would he dance around it like usual. He could tell something simple, nothing too deep. Just graze the surface of what depth he held and that could possibly please her, but he'd have to ask for something in return by nature. It was like trading cards, you share the equal amount so both parties are pleased and well that was the conclusion he had settled down to. Perhaps he could tell her his brother is the only one alive within his family and hunting him down brutally, or he was a mute when he was a child. Something along those lines would do he supposed. Scratching the back of his neck and humming lightly he sipped his drink before he spoke attempting to hush his voice, "I was forsaken by my mother as a child." There it was just the surface and nothing she could use to destroy him, even if she did tell anyone all he would get was sympathy from the rest of his clan. Now how she would reply to such would be a mystery, she possibly wouldn’t even take him seriously he had not general idea as this female was unpredictable to a certain extent and he had fallen in lust with it. That might have been the major difference between her and the rest of the girls, not to mention she had a distinct almost elegant beauty, nothing childish about that face of her besides those illuminating eyes. Damn those eyes of hers, he let out a small grunt dissatisfied by the way he was mentally boosting her ego. She was a vexing little thing it seemed to be, and yet so alluring it was much similar to his internal battle with his other personalities. He placed his coffee back into place before he leaned forward in his seat, a smirk curling onto his face, "Now tell me something no one else knows about you Betta." With a wink he sealed the end of his annoying humor, only tempting her to snap at him again about the use of shortening her name.

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[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] Elisabetta almost laughed at his response considering how she was just thinking about her inability to cry. If she cried for this man over something so small but couldn’t cry over her deceased family she could officially label herself as fucked up. She looked at him as she sat back her eyes flickered with amusement as she shrugged her response, “non una goccia.” She thought back to her lonesome nights and shook the thought briefly from her head as she looked at him. He seemed th be contemplating what to tell him. She narrowed her eyes slightly as if to dare him to lie to her and she would get up and walk without even as much as a glance back. She wasn’t in the mood for that. He wanted to stay so he sure as hell play by her rules. Which were simple, so he shouldn’t have any problem keeping up. She watched him curious for his response. Of course he would as for the same thing from her. It was only natural and they were so alike. It was like they could predict each other because they were so alike yet not because they were so alike. It was a whole new game field to her and she loved it. She couldn’t wait to more into it. They were like in a bear cage against each other and they keep dancing around the edges egging each other to make the first move. They are very playful and carful with one another doing their best to predict each other’s moves and how to work their way around each other. They were an even match. Finally he seemed to come up with a response for her and she took a sip of her coffee taking in what he told her as she responded the emotion dropping from her face and voice, “That is hardly something to warm up to. Very vague…but ill take it…for now.” She finished sipping her coffee motioning to the waitress for more coffee and more biscottis. She had a feeling they were going to be here for a while playing their little game and Elisabetta wanted to do it in comfort. She let out a soft chuckle at his statement. It was a question. It was a demand and Elisabetta knew it was coming. Her laugh wasn’t warm. It was just one of those laughs that happen when someones laughing at something amusing, almost a dark laugh. Her eyes looked into his dark ones and she smirked leaning forward as she said without skipping a beat already having her answer ready showing she had predicted that move from him, “If we’re keeping vague than I guess I’ll tell you this.” She paused a moment leaning in a bit further lowering her voice slightly, “I ran away.” With that she smirked and shrugged as she sat back while the waitress set down the biscottis and filling up her coffee. That was as vague as it was going to get. Everyone obviously knew she came to Venice by herself but what they didn’t know was that it was an escape. She had run away from her home. She hadn’t simply moved. She ran from her mistake. Though no one knew that and for a brief moment she was glad she wasn’t close to anyone so she could be so vague and it’s still a secret that she hasn’t revealed to anyone. A smirk played on her lips as she put poured a generous amount of milk and sugar in her new coffee stirring it with a biscotti taking a bite. She looked at him as if to say that it was his move. She didn’t exactly know how he’d respond to her. She wasn’t sure if he expected her to be so vague or if he had a secret hope that she would open up her small world to him. If he thought she was that easy than either she would win this little brawl they are having or he will learn quickly. Although he should be happy she shared that much with him. She could have simply said something as ridiculous as that her middle name was Adrina No one knew anything about her so saying something about her no one else knows about her is easy. The secret was hardly anything to go off. He couldn’t use it against her because he doesn’t even know where she was from. No one does. She even heard a silly rumor as she walked by that someone whispered behind her back that she was from America and wasn’t even really Italian. That worked as a joke to Elisabetta and she had set the girls text books on fire without a second thought. Although it was funny to let them assume that she was from a city about an hour away from their little city. She tried to think back to when she arrived at the Fiamma Manor trying to remember if Vladimir was there. But it never came to her. But knowing him he could have been watching from a hidden corner or from the upstairs and she just didn’t see him. She was such a wreck that she barely took notice to the people around her anyways. The day after her father and brothers murder she had set out. She had head for Venice hearing how they had training rooms and she could improve upon her fire abilities. She arrived in tatter clothes because it was raining and she had hitch hiked it. A small bag on her back of just necessities she took a day to get there because she was walking and she was actually nervous arriving at the house so she was in no hurry to get there. She slept on the side of the road many times. She had decided to take no money despite her mother telling her to. She couldn’t take anymore from her family than she did. She arrived to the house and she looked like a mad woman and she was hungry and tired. As soon as she got there she distinctly remember everyone looking at her like she came from the woods. Without even asking her if she was ok they had instantly demanded who she was and why she was there. She had simply told them she was a fire user and was going to stay there. They instantly hauled her to the training room and even through her exhaustion she was able to past their little tests to prove she was a real fire user. After that she was welcome into the Manor with open arms. Although they quickly learned she wasn’t going to be a friendly addition. She kept to herself and stayed almost mute the first week in her own form of mourning for her loss though no one knew that and all just assumed she was crazy. After that she would make small talk at the dining table just to get a feel who was around at the time and who was in charge and how the Manor worked. It’s been about four years since then and Elisabetta hasn’t really changed. She always watched from the side and didn’t spend much time in the company of others. She often spent times pent up in her room doing her own thing or out exploring Venice and beyond. She didn’t like having nothing to do because than she sits alone and she thinks and that always never ends up good. She makes sure to have something to do whether it be reading or exploring or watching people. Just so she isn’t just sitting around without anything else to think about because that’s when all the bad memories come back at how foolish she once was and thinking that everything would be ok and that she didn’t have a care in the world. 1316 | vlad | -- this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

[VLADIMIR KIVULI]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=vAlign, top] NOTES ! TAGS. Betta, Open WORDS. 1,169 LYRICS. Am I psycho? ,Tech9. NOTES. BLOOP ---- Nicholas thoughts Ericks Thoughts Ares Thoughts Oberon Thoughts

I AM PSYCHO? YEA I'M A PSYCHO? I THINK I'M A PSYCHO. I LIKE YOU BUT YOU'RE CRAZY When she laughed responded she wouldn't cry not a tear, the man wasn't all that surprised. He took her laughter as mocking which was probably first instinct to her. She was so bent over the fact she should always keep everyone out of her lone circle, he shrugged along with her not really being amused by the response but a glimmer of his teeth said otherwise. When she finally managed another response after playing "the dark queen and her evil laugh" he cocked his head at her. Vladimir didn't like either of her first responses but he didn't make any display of those exact feelings. She was far too caught up in the game, searching for some sort of prize and it had only taken him till now that there wasn't one. Instead of inquiring her that he allowed it to continue as she revealed her vague little secret. He had let a smirk form when she had stated the vagueness beforehand, but the smirk had now diminished. She ran away...from what exactly? Possibly a crime she committed, an arranged marriage? Perhaps even some sort of duty she had to fulfill, he had "ran away" from all the crimes he committed and if they were to be one in the same that would possibly be the reason she escaped here. Yet he didn't know her well enough to come to that conclusion so he settled it into a filing cabinet in his mind. Unknowingly his eyes wandered to his hands and he glanced back up at her to see she was already glaring at him as if expecting him to response already; Vladimir wasn't going to be foolishly quick and mess things up that he had already settled in line. No idiot would spill their guts immediately even if you hadn't encounter a traumatic event in your life. It was basic nature to reserve information you held dear till you thought the listener to be worthy of such. Vladimir had known before he had even stated his own words they wouldn't be diving into their pits to find there little problems and proceed to rid of them on the shoulders of one another. For one, Betta didn't even seem like the type to be heart-felt and she would probably just blame him for all the problems like his mother did. Nor was she going to be spilling her little soul on the table to show me, out of all people she isn't one to care what others think or she'd be wrap in my arms by now. Betta didn't trust, and it seemed as if she barely trusted herself. He could tell despite all the ways she flutter and smirked about, she was just a poisonous snake, Inland Taipan to be exact. That type of snake wasn't particularly aggressive nor was it seen that often therefore making it hard to encounter, but whenever you got the chance to encounter the creature all it took was one wrong approach and your life would be over in the next 45 minutes after the bite; that is if you’re a large enough adult. It truly seemed he was just playing with something deadly to arouse a thrill within himself, and perhaps after a while just like every other girl she would become less interesting. He pushed that thought away, he had already started something and he was going to finish it one way or another. "Interesting." He slipped out before he swallowed the rest of his drink in one gulp. He glanced at the clock almost as if he had to be somewhere, he didn't but knowing the time didn't hurt now did it? 9:47 am, and he still didn't know what time he had arrived here to exchange the difference. "It seems we won't be getting anywhere today don't you agree? Maybe a session tomorrow so you can play with my words before you fall asleep." He tossed out into the open his voice slightly serious under all the amusement it held; he was informally asking her to meet him again. Of course he knew if she said yes it was to keep up this pursuit of who he was, and well if she said no it was because her disliking socializing had conquered her. Now it appeared as if Vladimir was ending their conversation, he wasn't he had to know before she disappeared from the chair --whenever she would- that they would meet again to finish whatever this was that they had started. He wasn't one to not complete a task once started and if she had that in her nature he was sure as hell going to piss her off even more when he kept popping in on her little haven bubbles. "This is not saying I'm leaving you just yet, but I'd like to know we are scheduled for another "sword-play" like this." He gestured with his fingers motioning to her and then flicking them back towards himself. Then raised his hand a little higher he gestured for his waitress, he turned with his back ever so slightly to the female he had once been talking to as he talked with his server in a very hushed tone. The waitress peered over his head and smiled at the woman brightly before she glanced back down at him nodding several times before she scampered off humming the same tune Vladimir usually did. Shifting his attention back to Elisabetta he let a lope-sided smirk hook to his face, and he let a small chuckle out. "She said we are a cute couple, don't you think so too?" He knew she wouldn’t agree almost as if it was second nature to her to disagree with nearly everything he said, to disapprove on everything he performed almost as if she was a judge. She had possibly already convinced herself she was never going to like such a figure like him that was perfectly understandable considering she hardly wanted friends. Yet stubborn man within him didn’t want her to be like that --or at least not towards him-, he didn’t care what she thoughts of anyone else. It sort of annoyed Vladimir she formally rejected him, but it was entirely filled with annoyance. He enjoyed her resisting nature, she was a rebel and he didn’t mind that at all. Besides, He wasn’t that bad of a character if you didn’t get to know him so well, and well that would possibly be the future problem with them. As they were both set out to discover one another and whenever anything was revealed a rise of tension and urgent desire for more would be uncapped as well. He sighed and folded his hands into each other, his fingers lacing between each other as if they would never wish to part. “What do you do in your spare time besides think?” If he was going to get to know her secrets he might as well be aware of the rest of her, right?

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Maybe he thought she ran away from some mobster home or maybe she just ran away because she was bored by a four by four life or maybe she ran away because she killed someone or maybe she ran away because she witnessed something she shouldn’t and she was on the run. The list was endless and Elisabetta was more than curious what picture he was drawing of her. He was probably wondering as well where she came from. A small city in Italy, maybe a large one where one missing person is barely noticed, or maybe shes not even from Italy but from America or another foreign country; that list was also endless. As much as Elisabeta didn’t care what others think she was still curious. She wanted to know what type of person they created her to be, than laugh because more than likely it’s wrong. Elisabetta was a walking contradiction. She wants company but she doesn’t like socializing and letting people know her. She likes to be alone but hates the feeling of being lonely. She could never pin point exactly what she wanted because while she wants one thing a small part of her tugged for something else. She could never win with herself. She looked at him curiously and couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed at his words. It sounded as if he wanted to end the conversation and take off. Elisabetta made sure not to let her face portray any of her motions inside but she actually wanted him to stay. She actually enjoyed his company and he interested her. Plus he was the first person in Venice in the four years she’s lived here that has actually bothered to spend more than a minute with her and even go as far as getting a small detail no one else knows about her. She was curious about him. She kept quiet as she pondered how to answer his question ‘it seems we won’t be getting anywhere today don’t you agree?’ Elisabetta didn’t exactly know how to respond to this. Part of her knew they wouldn’t. She was too reserved, and so was he, to actually dive into anything too deep. She knew they weren’t going to be in each other’s arms crying about their untouched pasts and more than likely never would be. Elisabetta hated being vulnerable and one ways she saw as being vulnerable is crying. She refused to let herself be seen as weak and as a push over. That’s just not acceptable in her book and never would it. She’d rather be killed than lose her pride. Sometimes she feels all she has left is her prides a Fiamma Clan member and her high level of fire. She wasn’t mastery but she felt like she was getting close. Only a little more training and she would at least be at the brink of cracking the code to entering Mastery level training. Her mind snapped back to him as he spoke again before she could respond to his first question. She took in what he said and let the idea play in her mind for a movement before responding curtly, “Either way I think you’ll know where and how to find me. You seem to have a knack for that.” A playful smile playing on her lips, she didn’t mean it in a rude way even if it ventured that way. She was gently tease him for stalking her hinting she had a feeling that he was after her for longer than just today although she wasn’t exactly sure how long he had ventured after her before actually approaching her. He seemed to pick up that every morning she spent in her little café. But even if he didn’t know the rest of her schedule she almost made it a little challenge for him to find out. Which wouldn’t be too much of a challenge and Elisabetta knew that. He could just follow her throughout the day and find out but Elisabetta wasn’t just going to hand out the information to him. It was a silent test on how invested in her he was. How badly did he really want to keep playing this little mindless pass time game they had going on. It almost seemed a game of who would crack first and give the most valuable information. Elisabetta realized the thin tight rope she was walking with this guy and she loved it. She enjoyed the challenge and hoped it would continue. This guy was a mystery to her. She couldn’t predict his thoughts or read his expressions. He was like her in so many ways yet so different. Her head tilted slightly as he motioned for the waitress. She took another sip of her coffee as she waited patiently. She raised an eye brow as the waitress almost seemed to skip off. She was about to open her mouth with a smart remark till he spoke and she let out a slight chuckle and shrugged casually, “I don’t see it.” Gently shaking her head she took a bite of a biscotti savoring the flavor in her mouth as she thought for a brief second of them as a couple. The idea seemed so silly to her. Elisabetta couldn’t picture herself being in a relationship with anyone. Love was the last thing on her mind and she was perfectly fine with that. She had more important things to think about than her lack in love life. Either way that involves getting close to someone and Elisabetta couldn’t let that happen, correct? So denying any sort of relations with someone was natural to her. Putting people at a distance away from her, she had her world and they had theirs and rarely did the two worlds cross. This didn’t trouble Elisabetta she enjoyed here little world of solitude. Maybe once or twice it was nice to have a visitor but over all Elisabetta knew her world was built up by her and held up by her. She was stubborn and wouldn’t let anyone in to help her hold up her world whether she needed the help or not. It was her nature. Be stubborn and not let people in no matter who they are or their intentions. Elisabetta cocked her head to the side slightly, one of her habits when she’s curious or taking in information seriously, listening to his question. She sat back slightly and shrugged, “Explore.” She kept the answer short and vague mostly because that’s what it is. Elisabetta didn’t mind going out and getting lost just so she could explore. She knew she’d eventually find her way back or maybe if she was lucky somewhere better. So she just enjoyed getting out and exploring her surroundings getting to know it all. She also kept her answer short and vague because that’s who she is. She isn’t one to ramble on and on about nothing. She answers the questions straight to the point without any fluff around it. Which some might find dull and dry but Elisabetta didn’t get the point of beating around the bush. She looked at him and asked, “What do you like to do in your spare time?” 1302 | vlad | -- this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

[VLADIMIR KIVULI]

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I AM PSYCHO? YEA I'M A PSYCHO? I THINK I'M A PSYCHO. I LIKE YOU BUT YOU'RE CRAZY Vladimir took note of how long it took Elisabetta to reply to his first statement. She had appeared to be calculating as if it was some sort of a joke or a trick. He hoped she hadn't found it that way but her emotionless expression wasn't aiding him in finding out those thoughts she currently held. If he had provoked some negative emotion from within her he consider she knew he hadn't intended such but females had their own way of thinking therefore he could never tell with the opposite gender of his. It was why he hardly put up with a woman now, that wasn’t to say in any way that Vladimir, was gay because he was far beyond that. But it was to say that he didn't put up with the hissy fits or pms-ing the women constantly preformed because of something they didn't even know themselves. It bothered him that most women didn't even know why they were doing whatever they had decided to act upon. Or to say whatever they had just voiced out loud, Vladimir may not always think everything through but at least he had an idea why he did whatever he was doing. When he was in pursuit of most females he was after sex for his own selfish pleasure or he was being an asshole and stealing another man’s woman just for the amusement. Generally when he did take another man’s woman the unfortunate fellow didn’t have anything he could necessarily do to Vladimir without catching it from the females that half worshipped him, not to mention no one challenge Vladimir because despite his negatives he positives out weighted them by many. Especially considering he was one of the few in the clan that mastered the flaming weapon ability it was in others a stamp on his chest that said “Don’t fuck with me when I fuck with you girl.” It was visible to everyone except for the figure heads but that was perhaps because they stayed out of the clan’s personal relationships when it involved sex. Which explained why he didn’t have a real idea of what he was after with Betta; or well he did know why he was pursuing Elisabetta but he would never admit it to himself nor anyone else; and that was very two different things than what he received from most females. Then again he had to remember this woman before him wasn't most females which was why he was taking a more respectful approach to her rather than the "I'm going to get you drunk then we fuck." approach. He had so many one night stands with women he had barely known and something within him told he didn't want to have a one night stand with Betta. Nor did he want to make her his "girlfriend" or whatever those females used to claim a title to a man. He couldn't tell if he more so wanted her to be a "fuck buddy" or just someone he had casual conversation with that he could actually enjoy. This caused his brows to furrow in his own confusion; he really had to figure out whatever he was trying to label her as in his life eventually. When he voice finally rang through the air it had startled him but brought a smile to his lips. He did seem to have a little knack for that he had to silently admit. She was right he could find her whenever he felt the need to speak with her again, besides he already knew her next to routes but after those it was all but a mystery to him. He'd have to follow her again to find out but of course she'd possibly be on the lookout for him considering she knew he had been following after her now. He wondered if she found him to be a stalker, which he had never intended but if she did so be, He would change her mind on him later with the growth of their relationship he was in pursuit of. When she replied to not seeing what the waitress had mentioned earlier he merely frowned at her. "That saddening to here, it could possibly be because I'm not as lovely as you but so be it." He said his voice filled with amusement. He wasn't necessarily surprised she hadn't claimed to see but the slight movement of her head followed by the immediate biting of her biscotti made him wonder if she had performed it too keep her mouth shut or to hide some form of embarrassment or disgust. He mentally shrugged he'd never know concluding that Betta wouldn't ever tell him. When she answered his final question he cocked his head at her in question, as if he hadn’t already conclude that to be something she’d do in her spare time. It was vague as usual which didn’t surprise the man but it did send a sudden whirl of disappoint down his spine. He had expected more but he didn’t entirely know why. He knew without question this woman wasn’t revealing herself any time soon and he had even stated it early making it seem as if their conversation was coming to an end. He was contradicting himself now and it bothered him, but that bothersome feeling disappeared when she interrogated him on the same field he had just laid down for anyone’s use. In his spare time, what did he do? He had sex with women he didn’t care for, drinks with guys he wasn’t really friends with, went to the weight room for solitude. Poetry was written when he ever found the chance, he considered she would laugh at him if he told her that therefore he didn’t reveal such. In all seriousness Vladimir tried to keep doing something so he couldn’t fall into his thoughts of guilt, despite how Vladimir appeared he wasn’t proud of everything he did. In general he was disappointed in himself for what his life had become but didn’t feel he deserved anything else but the lonely way he was living his life. Perhaps that was why he was so caught up with Betta, she could be the piece he was missing or so he hoped but he highly doubted. She seemed lost and looking for she as well and took lost people weren’t a good combination he saw that from his foster mother and father. Shaking his head he brought his eyes away from the flame and back to the eyes of the flame before him. What did she want from me? Company that was something of a certain theory but there had to be something more there or she wouldn’t put up with his nonsense. No one would put up with his flat out nonsense without wanting something, half of his clan wanted him to say they slept with him the other half just to be known that they were “close” with basically one of the idols of the clan. He sighed noticeably before he spoke his love hushed, “I do everything within my power to distract me from whatever is going on in my head.” It was the truth despite what was going on outside of his head and even the brutal memories he lived with inside, the thing he really wasn’t trying to linger in was his personalities. They taunted him to perform the sins he most commonly did, taunting him to do what they wanted for more so their pleasure than his. Idiotically he had fallen into doing such thing and now that he had realized it was too hard to stop. It was like drinking soda; once you got that taste in your mouth you instantly craved it once more. It was sort of how he felt about Elisabetta, he had gotten a “taste” of her and he knew well enough he wanted more.

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Although the last one seemed highly unlikely considering the way he spoke and how little she took him by surprise. Most people when they choose to talk to her at random quickly realize they’re not going to get far with her and quickly ditch her. Despite her introvert attitude if there’s a big party and it’s good there is a very high chance to see Betta there. Although she barely breaks her shell even when she’s drunk, she enjoys them in her own way. She thinks about her brother and the countless parties that he took her too in attempt to break her from her four by four she’s always put herself in. But the best time to catch her at her most relaxed around people is a party given she’s had a few drinks. But even then it’s seldom you’ll get any details about her. Betta doesn’t have any notion of love but she enjoys teasing boys. She finds it amusing. She’s never met a guy where she’s thought to stick around. She’s never been on a real date. She’s mostly a tease when she’s feeling flirty making her come across as promiscuous when she’s barely had any romantic involvement with any boy. Meaning she’s a virgin and she doesn’t care about whether she is or not. If anyone asked she’d be open to say she was and didn’t care. But she isn’t planning to give it away at random or maybe at all. She enjoys being pure at least in that retrospect. But all pure things eventually get tainted, right? Or at least that what it seems to be like to Elisabetta. She shrugged lightly at his comment as she responded with a slight smile of amusement, “Does your sweet talk usually work on girls?” She looked at him curiously resting her elbows on the table while lacing her fingers and resting her head on her hands as she looked at him curiously. She never understood how girls fall victim to guys just because they know how to speak some sweet words. Or how guys fall victim to girls with nice bodies, that concept never broke through to Elisabetta. She always thought to be attracted to a person’s mind over their appearances; although that is probably mostly because she’s been deceived before. As threatening as this guy may come across at times Elisabetta learned he really wasn’t that bad. Maybe lonely and guarded if anything, but certainly not threatening. At least not to her. Maybe she was an exception because he found her amusing or maybe he just was like a teddy bear on the inside. The thought made Elisabetta chuckle slightly as she watched him carefully curious to what he’ll say. She’s heard around how much of a womanizer he is. How he’s good with his mouth in more than one way. The thought honestly disgusted Elisabetta but so does any sort of displays of affection of sexual acts. It’s not her thing. She’s known for heating up a couples moment by causing a little fire at a couples feet if they’re busy making out causing them to stop and have a mini freak out. She had heard that Vlad was equally as devious. Scratch that more devious. She had often heard rants from guys who had lost their girlfriends to him and stories like those often made her laugh with amusement. She rarely showed any true emotions at their purest including anger. Maybe because she’s constantly angry on the inside that she never expresses it unlike some who feel the slightest of anger and blow up and yell and shoot fire everywhere in the Fiamma manor. But she found great amusement in others emotions. Especially anger, she enjoyed watching someone get mad out of control. It fascinated her how someone can be so blinded by their rage that they do ridiculous things. Elisabetta does her best to never let emotions cloud the truth which usually goes well for her and makes her come across with having the emotions of a rock. Which isn’t true; she’s a human girl. She has emotions. She’s experienced them all; confusion, pain, happiness, anger, etc. She just has locked them up. Anytime she feels an emotion she keeps it down when she expresses it. For anyone knows while she has an amused half smile on she’s bouncing with joy on the inside. She keeps everything inside. That is how to stay protected. If she had kept her emotions and her powers together and hidden on the inside the accident would have never happened if she just had better control over herself. Since then she had disciplined herself to almost be ‘robot like’ or at least be able to control her emotions and how much of her emotions she could express. Everything she is now branches from that one accident. She would occasionally shake her head when she thought of pre-accident Betta and what she was like. Often at those times she’d have people call her Betta when now she prefers the more formal ‘Elisabetta’ to the affectionate nickname most call her. She used to enjoy skipping through meadows, literally and not, and hum to herself. While now she enjoys quiet walks through the forest. She’s always been introverted though. That’s never changed. Maybe if Gabriel had been around longer he’d be able to break her shell. He was close. So close. But the accident happened changing everything and throwing her back into her shell further than before. She knew Gabriel would want her to be happy. He would want her to break her shell and be happy. But she couldn’t move on. Not yet. She had to find herself at peace of mind with the deaths she was responsible for before she could even think about breaking her own shell and being what Gabriel wanted her to be. But maybe her approach was wrong. Maybe her approach is to break the shell she put around herself than she could let go of Gabriel and her father. But as of now she pursued other attempts to find peace with her family. Vlad’s voice drew her from her thoughts realizing how deep she was in. She took in his words carefully thinking about them. She opened her mouth slightly as if to say something but just raised her coffee to her lips taking a sip as she contemplated how to respond. Looking down at her coffee as she watched the liquid swirl in her cup she slowly brought her icy gaze up to his, “What is everything and what exactly is going on in your head?” She asked boldly. She didn’t know how he would respond. If he would tell her or if he’d keep it vague like they have been or maybe she’ll break a little of his shell. Or maybe he’ll come back with some snappy remark at her and laugh it off. Elisabetta didn’t exactly care which one he chose. He could go either way he wanted but she was curious about him. The game was starting to fade in her mind and she was just curious about him. She no longer really saw him as a threat so all her strategics seemed to be a waste of time. 1328 | vlad | FINALLY! this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

[VLADIMIR KIVULI]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=vAlign, top] NOTES ! TAGS. Betta, Open WORDS. 1,443 LYRICS. Am I psycho? ,Tech9. NOTES. FINALLY I POSTED ---- Nicholas thoughts Ericks Thoughts Ares Thoughts Oberon Thoughts

I AM PSYCHO? YEA I'M A PSYCHO? I THINK I'M A PSYCHO. I LIKE YOU BUT YOU'RE CRAZY Vladimir inhaled deeply awaiting her response, the female seemed to always think before she spoke which he took a fair liking too. Not many women her age did such therefore he silently praised her for that, not as if she would accept the praise out loud anyhow. Betta was too defiant and independent to allow something as simple as a praise to affect her powerfully, she was extremely hard to impress he had taken notice to that as his friends before him had attempted to win the petite beauty over. She wasn’t for ignorant nonsense that was clear and therefore it caused him to wonder why she was putting up with his childish flirting, of course his flirting wasn’t meaning full just to keep the conversation floating and less tension filled. That was where all his other “friends” had failed. They had allowed the annoyance of her stare bother them to the point the tension they felt in the encounter engulf them, idiots. He smiled lightly being fairly pleased he was perhaps the first she took an actual interest in and didn’t shoo away with fireballs at their ankles. Perhaps she wasn’t as bad as everyone made her seem, she was more misunderstood than anything as was he. Maybe they could be “misunderstood buddies”. Yet he laughed mentally at his own thought, he knew better than to tease the tiger too much and altered his mind set as she spoke to him once again. Only moments later he realized he didn’t like her question, and it was going to make him feel unnerved. When she questioned him about his wonders on women he didn't smirk or laugh as he usually did. His lips flip into a full frown he wished she didn't see him as the womanizer he was, but then again the way he spun and teased with words would only make one think so. His nectarous spiel did happen to allow him to manipulate any female he desired like a puppet on a string. All he had to preform first was to hook her on the line before he began his manipulation. This had caused him many encounters of trouble along with full blown tears and tantrums from heartbroken little girls. His brows furrowed further in obvious dislike of how she spun the question at him. Far too direct for his liking but whether he wanted to know it or not it was true. "It does, but obviously not you darling but it is much like a force of habit now." He explained to her truthfully, it was a bad habit now that he flirted with nearly every female he crossed whether he found the female attractive or not did not matter. Vladimir was to say in the least a woman pleaser, he gave them wonders to spend time trying to decipher and he knew they would they always did. Now which set of words they choose to attempt to unhinge was out of his business but usually he gave them several to pick at till they couldn’t bare it and stumbled back for more. Yet Betta wouldn’t be stumbling back for more now would she? He couldn’t tell she aggravated his nerves as she was the first and possibly the last girl he’d ever feel uncertain near. Any other female he would simply lose interest in a matter of minutes, but not with this living breathing snake. She slithered around him, hugging his body as she squeezed awaiting him to burst into a panic or submit. Vladimir had never been one to fall into submission he could take the pain, he lived for it. Not to mention she made it even more difficult sitting across from him like a brick. She never cracked emotion from those lips that put his mind at ease, and that was if she ever did crack emotion. He might as well be talking to a knife, it would hurl itself at you but not in anger no the knife did it just because it seemed to please the knife. It would lunge repeatedly attempting to have you cut up and reveal the inside of yourself to it. The more he compared her to a knife the more he realized that she wasn’t half as bad as him. When she suddenly chuckled his mind was released from the conjuring thoughts to her face. Her lips curled into a smile as her voice rang out an airy tune; the escape of her laugh seemed thrilled and true rather than the few false ones she had granted him early. The thick eyebrows on his head furrowed in confusion as he continued to watch her. What was she even think now? This caused the man to become highly self-conscious and he wondered if something was on his face or if she was mocking him from something else. Perhaps at the way he spun his words to her or maybe she just laughed to startle him on purpose. He didn’t know and it bothered him, but allowing her to realize such would only give her power and he wasn’t going to allow that. When the smile faded and she transformed into the dull face she had pasted on before he merely sighed. Betta being emotionless bothered him, not only did it remind him of his foster mother Vixen it made him wonder if this what all female were like. There didn’t seem to be a middle ground for females, they were either overly emotions or emotionless and honestly it was rather annoying to the man. He couldn’t find a female that was emotional yet had enough self-awareness and logic to check herself at times. Vladimir knew that a woman as such possibly didn’t exist or she was forty years plus and well the man wasn’t hunting cougars. Aside from the fact that if he was he wouldn’t have a plentiful pick as his normal tricks wouldn’t work with them and their body was possibly out of “normal” shape. He grimaced in response to the mental picture that formed in his head, while Erick chuckled in pure amusement at the thought. The horny devil still managed to get off to even elderly women, disgusting. His eyes flickered to Betta as she spoke again asking him another question, what was in his head? He didn’t like the subject she was prodding her nose with, she was trying to get him to be naked before her, metaphorically of course. If she had actually wanted him naked beforehand he wouldn’t have any problem with that and wouldn’t be having the mentally straining conversation. His eyes searched her face, as he attempted to figure what he would tell her. He didn’t have to tell her anything but he felt the urge to. She was drawing him into a trap yet he couldn’t resist but want to get caught. Much like a serial killer, what would be the thrill if you got to kill but never once to be caught? All your joy of the evil deed would vanish, which was why most serial killers left a signature, something so simple many overlooked it unless trained to dissect it. He hummed lightly as he tilted his head to the left, following to the right before it came to a standstill. “Darling you don’t want to prowl in my head, the things I keep there might scare you shitless honestly.” His tone was serious as if a warning but it wasn’t a warning it was just a serious gesture of his consideration towards her. Betta was a virgin, and while she wasn’t all too innocent that was innocent enough. Which was why she wouldn’t be too pleased as she glared into those multi-colored orbs of his only to find out he had done deeds some would think only the insane could perform. Then again more than half the human race was ignorant, enforcing the morals upon another as if it was okay. Trying to attempt and place what is right and what is wrong when the truth of it all was that no one could really justify what is right or wrong without it being a personal opinion. Therefore Vladimir did not express his deeds as he didn’t want to be judged by others who saw his deeds to be wrong or others who found them right but only in certain situations, no one could ever understand as then they’d have to alter their morals to be his own and Vladimir would never ask anyone of that. Besides what did she care? She was just snooping and being denied access wouldn’t offend her or so he hoped.

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[ELISABETTA MORETTI]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] Elisabetta tilted her head slightly as she watched his expression. He didn’t laugh or smirk as she had expected when she commented on his way with women. Instead he frowned. A slight smirk hit Elisabetta’s soft lips; it had seemed she hit a nerve. One could just wonder why he didn’t like that she commented on it. If he disliked it so much he should take it out of his nature, although once it’s a part of one’s nature its quiet hard to take it out. Never the less there was nothing to get upset about. She was just stating her observation. It always amused Elisabetta to see what ticked different people; leading other people to dislike her further. She enjoyed pushing buttons. Seeing what subjects made them smile and which ones made them fidget. It amused Elisabetta how simple words can affect someone so much. Even as short and small as the words ‘yes’ and ‘no’ can instantly change someone’s mood. Elisabetta was fascinated by it all. She was an insightful girl. A light chuckle escaped her lips as she shrugged at his comment. She thought a moment before responding curiously taking a sip of her coffee, “Habit you say? Do you sweet talk all women? Or just certain ones?” Honestly she has never seen flirting as a habit. She’s heard of it a few times, or at least people claim it to be a habit. But really it seems most the people who claim flirting to be a habit are just desperate to get in bed with anything with legs. Elisabetta couldn’t really judge though. If they don’t mind being thought of as easy, than to each their own. Elisabetta will probably never truly understand the sex drive that some people have. She’s never been a sexually promiscuous girl and never desired to be one. She enjoyed being known as ‘unattainable’ girl. It went with her whole personality and the way she perceived herself to people. No one would treat her seriously if she was as cold as she was but jumped in bed with every guy she saw. At least that’s what she felt. She preferred respect over sex. She wasn’t purposefully ‘unattainable’; honestly it was just her nature. She naturally had an instant dislike for men. Some have gone as far to tell her that she hated men. Hate was a strong word. Elisabetta wasn’t sure that her emotions extended that far for the men of the world. She didn’t care for women either so feminist isn’t exactly the correct word to describe her either. Also its not that she dislikes company she actually enjoys it as long as her company has the capacity to at least keep up with her eve if they are stumbling along. Nothing’s more frustrating than trying to keep up a conversation with someone who is complete incompetent. Elisabetta often laughs to herself at the changes she had experience. She never really trusted people but her trust has turned into a strong dislike for most others unless they could keep with her. Than even those she usually sees as a sort of challenge, try and see if they can keep up or if she could out run them; or in the off chance they out run her. To her life has lost its luster the day she watched her loved ones die. The ‘light’ that people would often comment about in her eyes were dimmed. Some say they see flickers of it. Sometimes Elisabetta feels like when she looks in the mirror she sees another girl that’s swallowed up the girl she used to be. Either that or the girl keeps her trapped in a cage. She feels constantly conflicted about it all. Does she like who she is now? Yes and no. Does she miss who she was? Yes and no. She misses her family and she misses Verona. But she remembers constantly being worried about what other people thought and worried about them finding out about her being a fire elemental. She felt weak. Now she felt powerful. She didn’t care what other people did or say. She felt a strange joy in how some people coward away from her. It was a sort of fear. She knew how she was known around as a ticking bomb. She had a short temper, like most Fiamma clan members, but unlike most others she doesn’t have someone to cool her down. She holds no reserve or emotions for anyone in the clan. She’s one of the outsiders of the clan. Her loyalties were unknown to her clan mates. She watched him and noticed his eyes flicker. It seemed he was lost in his own thought. Elisabetta wasn’t a mind reader so she could only wonder what he was thinking about. He didn’t seem very please to what he was thinking about either way. She offered a smile as he took her question and pondered how to respond. She could tell from his eyes that he didn’t like that she’s trying to probe his mind. Figure out about him. She assumed he thought she was planning to obtain some secret information than break it to the clan and try to tear him down. But that wasn’t her intentions at all. This was the first man in Venice that hasn’t run away from her after the first five minutes. Of course she’d be interesting what is going on his mind. Did he see through her cold expressions and see what she was like on the inside; the fourteen year old smiling girl that Elisabetta locked away. Did he find her interesting so he wanted to get to know her? Why hasn’t her icey attitude and bored expressions run him off like it did to most guys who attempted to break her cold shell. That would continue to baffle Elisabetta. What did he see that others did not. Or was he not seeing something that everyone else did. Maybe he was an optimist that thought the best of everyone. Elisabetta doubted that though. He didn’t seem that type. Maybe he thought they were in a cage match and he wanted to dominate her. Elisabetta didn’t back down easily. Maybe he saw her as the challenge he wanted. Or maybe he wanted her in bed. She knew how a few of his friends had tried to make advances on her. She was fairly certain they’ve brought it up. Unless they’re too proud to say that some virgin has turned them down flat. He finally spoke causing Elisabetta to raise her eyebrows at him, “Try me.” A smirk spread along her lips. Nothing like a good challenge, to Elisabetta it was a challenge. He may be saying it as a challenge to her to take it. Or maybe he sincerely was looking out for her in a sense. But Elisabetta was challenging him back in an indirect way. She challenged him to open up to her. Tilting her head looking at him she could only guess what was running though his mind. This was one of the reasons she liked him. She couldn’t predict him. She could only imagine what route he would take. Everything was in the moment. She wasn’t able to see what his next move was. That’s why he was interesting to talk to. They were so alike yet so different at the same time. They were the sort of couple that would either get along great or get along horribly. They would constantly be on their toes around each other but Elisabetta was looking forward to that. 1265 | vlad | uhg muse pick up! this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !