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[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 decided he didn't like where this conversation was going and his instincts urged him to just leave her the fuck alone. Betta was hopeless in any manner he was hoping to have with her, why he was trying was unknown to the man. He didn't feel the urge to put up with her nonchalant attitude but he didn't know what else to do. She had some type of possession over him and he didn't want to leave just yet. Besides he wasn't one to give up and it was a first for him to even feel the urge to give up. Her first question made him crack his fingers as a response, but it wasn't his total response. He already knew his answer to her question and it was a habit whether she believed him or not. Vladimir didn't just decide he should flirt with certain, he believed all women had to have a moment where they felt they were beautiful. Besides despite his horrid nature of rape and both mental and phsycial abuse of some women he did like to build them up. Especially if it seemed they needed or deserved it, and to say Betta seemed she needed a few words to leave her hanging on for dear life. She was just as lonely as him but she kept herself so damn isolated it wasn't like she wasn't helping herself from drowning.

Perhaps that was why Vladimir didn't want to give up on her; she was basically the female reflection of him. Vladimir had always wanted to lure himself away from the evil nature he had taken to but now that he was so caught up to it he didn't want to leave it is. Therefore because he couldn't save himself he wanted to save her? What did it matter? Not a damn thing so he decided to not linger on the thought of why anymore. "If you'd like I'd just sweet talk you, but then again it doesn't faze you. You don't seem open to the idea of relationships in general so why does it matter to you if it is a habit?" His voice spilled out like honey laced with venom but it was obvious he was just toying with her. He wanted a real answer to his question but he doubt he'd receive it so he didn't hope on anything. Aside from the fact she seemed to think he was still playing a game, which was possibly his fault, Vladimir wasn't one to ever be serious. He didn't think being serious would help anyone, besides he'd rather just joke about things as it was always nice to laugh.

A heavy sigh tumbled out of his mouth as his fingers played drum pretend drums on the wooden table. He missed being young, well actually he just missed being five years old. Life was far easier then and he didn't have to worry about his actions or the consequences. Plus Bane didn't hate him and Frost wasn't dead. He hadn't learned that he wasn't even really related to his family and that his whore of a mother had abandoned him. He still didn't understand how she could just give him up, her own flesh and blood she tossed away as if he was nothing. Not to mention she made it seem as if he was a mistake and that was why he had to punish her. He didn't feel bad about it like he should but it did haunt him or at least her words did. Not to mention that he wasn't hearing voices, or not yet at least. Then again he had been so lonely before he had met the voices so they weren't entirely bad.

When she finally spoke again he merely nodded in response, she took his words the wrong way but what did it matter? This conversation wasn't going to go anywhere now was it? And what did she mean by try her? Did she think he was idiotic enough to reveal everything to her just because she merely asked while batting her eyes and flashing an adoring smile? It didn't faze him and now he was turning sour towards the whole situation. Not to mention if she expected him to crumble under her smile she was obviously out of place, he wasn't going to that just like she wasn't ever going to open up to anyone and perhaps find a friend or a lover. He didn't feel bad for her she wanted everyone to go away so badly then he might as well do just that. He was wasting his time on her and everyone else was right. She wasn't worth the effort it took; she locked herself in a dungeon and literally teased people to attempt to free them only to have the key hidden under her pillow as the rescuer searched for it desperately. What exactly was her purpose for all of it? To protect herself? It didn't make sense and Vladimir was too frustrated at the moment to try and figure it out. But he didn't allow that frustration to rise to the surface, no the man kept a cool head as he gave her a simple response. "Try you? No there is no point in that now is it?” His voice was teasing yet dry at the same time almost as if it was forced.

It might as well had been forced he was getting annoyed and Ares was feeding off of it hungrily. It was only Nicholas that had calmed his nerves once again, asking him a question he hadn't wanted to ask himself. Why is she so important? That was a fairly good question, she seemed oddly important now that he was thinking of it. He wanted to pin it as her being similar to him and he just didn't want to be lonely anymore but that obviously wasn’t the real case. It was something further and maybe he hadn't figured it out entirely, maybe he wasn’t going to figure it out unless he figured her out. He shook his head slowly taking a sip of his drink, I don't know Nicholas. That was probably the only thing he had replied truthfully too in many months and it made him wonder if he had the same affect over her, but he highly doubted it. She was a froze block of emotion that didn’t allow anything out but the heat of anger. Then again he couldn’t judge he didn’t let any other emotion out but sinful desires and he didn’t know what true happiness was anymore.

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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 was a perceptive person. She could usually tell what they were thinking. Being quiet most of the time has taught her to be observant. She watched his expressions and the way his muscles started to tense slightly. She could tell he was getting more and more uncomfortable with their conversation. Elisabetta pressed her lips together in a tight line. Now was the split in the road. Betta could either keep up interrogating him, knowing she won’t get any information out of him, till he got so uncomfortable and fed up with her that he would leave. That was usually her approach when she wanted to be alone but someone wouldn’t leave her alone. To her she always had to stand her ground, especially if she had arrived there first. Walking away showed that she’d given up unless she had an actual appointment to get to. By the looks of it he seemed like he wasn’t far from the point of walking away. She looked out at the piazza for a moment deciding whether or not she wanted to be alone again. She had a feeling he could see through part of her façade and that bothered her. Elisabetta didn’t like how he saw through her even if it was only through the first layer or so. Most people see her stand offish attitude as just her being a bitter person and decide that she just enjoys being alone. They see her as just a nasty person that has always been that way. The way he looked at her though told her that he saw that it wasn’t all to her. She didn’t like that. Elisabetta didn’t know how deep he could see. Could he see the girl she locked away? Or did he just see that the bitter girl on the outside isn’t all that there is to her. Vlad was an interesting character. He seemed like the mirror image of her. He seemed to notice that and get slightly uncomfortable with the thought like she did. She listened to his words carefully. She knew at this point she was walking on a thin line with him. They were like on a tight rope walking towards each other. She had a choice to jump or make him jump; or maybe, just maybe, meet him in the middle and see what happens. She could say something throwing him off and making him get up and leave. Or she could say something actual respectful. She knew how rude she was being to him. But no matter how much she tried to push his buttons it didn’t seem to faze him enough to make him pick up his coffee and leave her. Part of her liked that but part of her didn’t. She gently shook her head as she responded finally looking back to him, “I see I struck a nerve. I’m sorry. Curiosity got the better of me. You’re right, I have never really seen relationships as anything so I never understood that or love or flirting so I got curious. If you don’t mind my asking: what are relationships to you?” She asked him tilting her head. For the first time she’s opened up to him without being vague. It wasn’t a significant opening but it was something. Up until now they seemed to be circling around each other but Elisabetta had grown tired of that game fast. She has lost interest in playing games today. She wanted to put her guard down a little so she did. She rarely apologized when she was rude or invasive. Instead she typically shrugs it off and retorts back. But today she didn’t feel like being rude anymore. She felt like being Elisabetta. The real Elisabetta. Something about this man made her want to just relax a little. To stop giving such vague challenging answers and questions, possibly because they’re so alike it’s almost like being in a room with herself and she didn’t like it. Relationships were a simple subject to Elisabetta. Opening up about it isn’t anything big. It was no secret she was uncomfortable around the topic of love. She avoided talking about it most of the time. Honestly she hasn’t even had her first kiss which isn’t a surprise but it’s still an unknown fact to most people. Yes laugh, there is a nineteen year old girl who hasn’t ever been kissed before. It’s not like she couldn’t get someone to. It’s a little more complicated than that. When she was younger she was too shy to talk to boys besides her brother. So out of shyness she never got out and dated or anything of that sort. Than when she finally got possibly comfortable with breaking out to get to know more guys and break her shell the accident happened throwing her guard up even higher. She avoids dates of any sort getting rid of the possibility of her receiving it. She didn’t really care though. She didn’t mind sharing that small amount of information, it didn’t bother her. It just showed how love and relationships wasn’t part of her interests. She was so involved with herself and her anger that it seems no other emotion makes it through. She’s never been on a first date. She lost a lot of the things girls her age typically did because of the wall she put up since the incident. Just when the wall started to go down it shot back up even higher. Watching him she could tell she struck another nerve. She seemed t have a knack for that; pissing people off, what a talent. Elisabetta ran a hand through her hair gently gripping and tugging on it a moment. She was frustrating herself. She didn’t know what she wanted. Before she could disappear into her thoughts again he spoke. She listened to his tone and kept silent for a few movements figuring just how to respond to him. She felt like she was at another road block. A road block she had, unknowingly, set up for herself. She licked her lips before taking another sip of her coffee that was growing cold. She responded curtly, “No I suppose not…” She left it at that as she sat back in her seat slightly. She looked out at the people. One of her typical pastimes was watching people. Maybe it was creepy but Elisabetta found people interesting. She saw it as studying. Watching other people to see what type of person she wanted to be. After a few moments of calm silence between them she finally spoke up, “How long have you lived here?” It was a basic question. She wondered that when she watched people pass. She wondered how long they have been living in Venice. She wondered if any of them were from her home city. What if the person sitting next to her was actually best friends with the baker she’d go to every day? Or what if the person serving them moved from Verona to go to school? So many different connections so many puzzle pieces that could be connected. Although the task seemed impossible it interested Elisabetta. She closed her eyes a movement and said, “Do you miss where you came from? I do.” She shrugged casually as her mind started to drift to Verona. She wasn’t trying to pry anymore. She just was trying to make basic conversation and lightening the mood. Although she knew how she was still on a thin line even asking such a basic question. She knew he was as secretive about his past as she was. So she wasn’t sure if he would even be open enough to tell her how long he has been in Venice or even if he missed where he came from. For once she didn’t mean to come across as invasive. She just wanted to talk now. No games no catches just chat. She was tired of having hr guard up and right now she wanted nothing more than to lower it just a little bit. Take a little break from being so cold. The isolation she put herself in was taking its toll on her slowly. 1364 | 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. 1,745 LYRICS. Am I psycho? ,Tech9. NOTES. BLOOP ---- Nicholas thoughts

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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

The man didn't avoid eye contact like he knew he should have, and because of this he noticed the girl analyzing him. Picking him apart as her eyes darted quickly from each section of his facial expression to the upper half of his body. She was taking in the tension in his muscles and the lock of his jaw now realizing he didn't want to play anymore, and that wasn't entirely true. Vladimir did want to play he was just tired of this game; he'd rather play a different game. One that might actually get somewhere rather than moving in endless circles. He didn't know what she was thinking of and honestly Vladimir no longer "cared" as much as he had before, he more so was awaiting her normal reply so he could relieve himself of this hopeless game. Vladimir wasn't one to give up but he knew when to leave before frustrating himself and snapping some necks. That wasn't to say he would harm Betta, he knew she wouldn't be the one in pain but he did tend to lose his temper whenever he found he was losing. Then again Vladimir hardly did lose, that was until today.

It takes a man to admit defeat and while Vladimir could do it, he just wasn't going to allow her that satisfaction at the moment. She'd dance about with pleasure if he ever spoke those words from his mouth, and the thought of a smile crawling on her face after his supposed words just made his fist clench. Was she set up to this to shred him down to “appropriate size?” he had heard many of his clan mates speaking on that; mostly the female and it seemed females did stick together unless they had some conflicting argument about a man or opinions. Perhaps they had set Betta up to take him out, or he could just be imagining this whole ordeal. He had after all approached Betta, but it seemed she had known he was there. Yet she could have known from his past “stalking” or she was just supposed to take him out whenever he decided to talk to her. Therefore she played her cards right and got her pry trapped into her bind. Now that he thought about it Betta was nothing more than a poisonous snake, which made him wonder if she held any other similarities to a snake. When she spoke to him her tone a little higher than usual he wanted to rise from his chair and walk away. Whatever game she was playing now wasn't going to work, and for her to ask him what relationships were to him? What did it matter to her? She was just being nosey again trying to get into his head; well he wasn't going to allow that. He decided to ignore her question all together, little she-devil wasn't going to hold anything over his head, ever.

What frustrated Vladimir the most was she was intentionally pissing him off, and he was allowing it? Not to mention he couldn't tell if she was enjoying it anymore. Part of him wanted to believe whatever act she was preforming now, but Vladimir wasn't one to just give in because it looked nice. He always needed proof, and well Betta lived up to her other title too much to give him reasons why he should believe her now. This made him wonder why she was touching on relationships with him. He certainly lived up to his title as a man whore, so couldn't she already conclude what relationship meant to him? What the fuck was she playing at? Trying to make him confess all the sins he had performed in the years? This wasn’t church and she wasn’t god or the devil, if that was the case but another part of him told him it certainly was not. It hadn’t been the first time a female had asked him such a question but what made his nerves haywire was her tone. Tones really did have an effect on someone even if the words were the same, and Vladimir was now witnessing it. Was the words he wanted to snap at her but his anger paused entirely once he saw her hand swish through her hair, and then tug at it. What the fuck? No longer focusing on what exactly she was trying to get him to do, but rather what she was doing at this moment. Her responding tone was vaguely different but it was noticeable, and the break of eye contact made him wonder if she wasn't playing anymore. With the next few moments Betta inquired him with two questions, related to each other in several ways but also leading him to his own questions about her. The causal roll of her shoulders didn't aid her in anyway, and his eyes bore into her as if he was seeing something for the first time.

And in all honesty he was, he wondered how many other people saw this side of the girl before him. Perhaps zero and this made Vladimir swallow his anger and recalculate his thinking. Was she trying to break down the wall she had set in ice cold stone so long ago, or was she pretending to open the door to her castle only to get him inside the interrogation room and undress him of his secrets? "Betta...” He began in a lenient tone but not knowing exactly where to go. That was how Vladimir always started his words when it came to serious things, he'd choose a word to start with and hope that along the way he would find the right words to add to it. But it seemed at this moment he wasn't going to find any that he felt would harmonize this moment they were having. In honesty Vladimir was feeling nervous, what had he been thinking going after a woman like Betta? He had known she seemed far more fragile than meets the eye and Vladimir seemed to be made for destruction. Not that it really mattered to him he damaged her or not, she had a fair warning from the other girls, so if she did get hurt to blame him would be madness. Yet he was hold on to his restraint as much as possible, besides Betta already appeared as if she had been overly neglected and wasn’t going to stand for it again. “I’m not good with words.” He said his tone all the same with a sheepish smile to add to his seriousness. His hands collided to release the tension out of his fingers as he conjured up a way to explain his thoughts. The problem was he had so many thoughts trying to dive for the front line that he couldn’t focus; what had been her first question?

Relationships Vladimir, a voice rang out in amusement and it made Vladimir roll his neck in response. He didn’t want to touch on that subject but even in his alter state of emotion he had caught the words she said about her and relationships. Well relationships didn’t really have a meaning to him, it was the person developing the relationship with him that gave it meaning and how was he supposed to say that? He would sound like a pussy, no doubt but it was his only thoughts on the subject, therefore he let out an exaggerated sigh and his words on the subject. “Relationships have no meaning without the person they are with therefore I could never tell you what a relationship means to me without having a person to examine within it.” He paused glancing at his hands before his eyes rose back to meet hers. “Do you fear having relationships with men? That isn’t to say you are gay but…I mean if you are thats -err cool too.” It blurted out completely unintended but his eyes didn’t shy away nor did the man. He was going to prod her just as much as she was going to prod at him, and he was curious for that answer although he was certain he knew the answer. And his nervous nature and caught his tongue making it dance the words he wanted to ask in all the wrong order but he knew she understood his point even if she would laugh at them.

Her laugh, this was what he was interested in, of course not just her laugh. But her laugh reminded him of Frost. Frost, died at his hands and caused him to leave family a crumbling mess. His family, he didn’t even want to think about them as it led to thoughts of his old home. Home; it was funny how his definition of home was very different than another’s definition or so to say the public definition. Home; was nothing more than a title thought to bring comfort to anyone in need of reassurance and couldn’t seek it anywhere as was the word Family. Family; brought together by mere blood yet constantly divided just like the strangers you meet every day. Therefore Vladimir didn’t miss his home because home was related to family and he didn’t miss them; none of them. “I’ve been within these lands for ten years and missing my home would require me to miss what I left behind but I do not. There was nothing there for me.” He said taking his time with his words as he stretched his arms above his head, and shifted in his chair. He wanted to get out of public but didn’t want to startle Betta; she possible wouldn’t go for any of that. He also didn’t want her to think he was trying to get her in bed, while it was on his mind it wasn’t exactly his goal anymore. He’d just rather be in a place far more comfortable to him; then again she felt comfortable here or had to. Why else would she open up to him all of a sudden? Yet Vladimir knew he could never be certain with this woman, she was too complex to figure out within mere seconds. Although he did know that he needed to find out why she decided to open up to him. He wanted to know if it was more so because of him or she was sick of being on guard and he happened to be lucky. One way or another Vladimir was going to get that answer.

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