Kristopher and Elizabeth's Apartment

Once again, Becca reached out her hand to poke him in hopes of her cold skin calming him, but forced her shirt over her hands to prevent the intensity of the cold. That's a new theory She admitted as she watched him, ready to steady him at any means nessaccery. Are you positive...of all this?

I am not that positive. he admitted. Where did you take me to? Was it a real place? Or a figure of your imagination? he asked. He placed his arm on the arm rest and blinked.

Becca pulled a hand threw her locks slowly, slowly concentrating as she looked at Kris in thought. The meadow is real, but not to such a perfect extent She explained. It's burnt and basically a ruin...the grass growing back slowly in reality terms...what I visionise is what I'd love to be in She smiled gently, dimples forming in her pale set face, eyes glinting.

Kris frowned. Well it must definitely be set in your mind. he sighed. I am confused. he admitted. He gazed into her eyes. Your eyes, hypnotic, yet so frightening to look at. he wanted to tell her. The beauty advanced in them, is just so inquisitive. He added to his thoughts. Excuse me, I need to go for a wee. as soon as he had told her, he regretted it. Er...you probably did not want to know that piece of information. he blushed and left the room to the toilet.

She rose a arched brow, taking a seat casually on the couch, bursting into amused laughter. It's fine She chimed brightly, gazing out the window tilting her head noticing the clouds. She smiled in relief at their thickness, feeling a sense of new found safe fill threw her body. Her mind soon zoned out as she stared out the window quietly. ...maybe my abilitys will increase...

He panicked. How did she get into my house? The window? Was she following me? Holy crow! his eyes widened in terror. Need to get out of here, alive. And fairly soon, without her knowing. he searched for a weapon. She is a fucking vampire Kris, you loaf! He decided as he was in the bathroom already, he might as well go for a wee. He unzipped his zipper and sighed. What am I going to do? His forehead crinkled as his whole features turned into a worried expression. He slowly opened the door and noticed her gazing out of the window, and made a quick decision, that he would run. Run for his life. He crept out of the bathroom and attempted to open his front door...locked...
Fuck, the keys are on the coffee table!

Becca rose a brow hearing Kris' eager footsteps, finding her face falling into an offended frown as she turned to him. If you wanted me to leave you could just ask She said her voice now monotone, gaze growing cold. She stood, crossing her arms standing still, truely offended by such behaviour. Tch She snapped, unmoving, just gazing coldly.

Don't be...offended. he stuttered. You have to understand, you are in my house without coming through the door and being invited in. That would alarm anyone... he tried to explain. He looked at her cold, harsh expression. Sorry. he added. I'm going to get the keys and go. he slowly walked towards the coffee table to collect the keys.

She shook her head already heading towards the window. I did say before that I fell in...I wasn't lying you know She grumbled quietly shoving the window open fully as she began to climb out absent mindedly. Your place anyway...sorry to have been a bother She muttered as she climbed onto the ledge, tempted to give him a scare..just for pay back.

His mind wondered as she spoke. Her voice melting his heart, messing with his mind. What the fuck is she doing to me? he felt his knees tremble as he thought about how he had hurt her. Becca! Come back! Please! he begged. He felt a lump form in his throat. I am truly sorry. he informed her of his apologies.

Becca froze startled as her small forming plan backfired as she glanced over to him, this movment causing her foot to slip out. She twitched dissapearing from the window, yelping as she fell, rolling her eyes at the irony. Great...poor dudes going to think he's killed me -_-

OH MY FUCKING GOD! Kris bellowed as he watched her fall. BECCA! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO ACT OR WHAT TO SAY? he cried out. He felt the tears form in his eyes. No! he shook his head. Crying is weak! he told himself. He fell to his knees, hitting the ground, causing carpet burns through his jeans. Holding his face in his hands. Blubbering as the black tar poured down his cheeks. He was helpless.

Becca let out a whine as she landed perfectly, looking up at the distance with a frown. She stepped back as she measured her leap. KRIS? She warned shouting up, her voice remainning on a monotone level as she scaled the wall with ease, her head slowly becoming visual over the ledge. She rose a brow noticing him on the ground, suddenly paling as she felt dizzy, grip loosening. ...h-h-is...ability? She frowned grip actually loosening on the window. K-ri-s...c-control your-self! She gasped out.

BECCA? he sounded pleased, for once. He stood up, wiping the blood that trickled down his legs from the impact and the carpet burn. Are you ok? he asked. The blood mixed with the black tar that now stained him anywhere and everywhere. He slowly calmed down, forcing a smile. I am calm, now.

Sadly, Becca was not. She blinked immediatly ceasing to breath, her grip tight on the ledge of the window as she had previously inhaled the scent.... Blood? She cursed inwardly, knowing she was strong enough to resist. A fall like that wont kill me... She answered faintly stiff, intoxicated by this new found scent...it's attraction unbelieveable. Perfectly fine She answered quietly, almost in a dream, still ceasing to breath.