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      she’s moved to stand between them , hand gripping his arm , digits squeezing at the flesh of his bicep as emilia pulled him closer , yet rodrik’s gaze was stuck upon the other male , his eyes narrowing as emilia spoke , telling him to calm down , to get out of there - and maybe they should , they should just move on from this stupid night .  .  . it was clear that they were both into each other .  .  . that non of this was a game anymore .  .  . that feelings were real , to him it was the reality he was involved with , the one he wanted to be involved with .  .  . meaning that he changed entirely - actually became a good person through their time spent together , actually felt something , enjoying talking to her , laughing with her .  .  . and the idea of being able to call her his .  .  . the guy speaks up however , trail of thought broken and replaced by words filled with hatred - and even if emilia was defending him , he couldn’t shake the thought of what he was saying .  .  . how she was depicting them to be. a temporary thing. rodrik surely didn’t think he was a downgrade. he pulls his arm out from her grip , just as he leaps onto the male , fist colliding with the kid’s nose a few times - people moving to stand around them , as he continued to punch the guy. how dare he say that ?? “   you’re a fucking asshole.  ” rodrik spat , as his fist collided with his jaw for one last time , but the guy still isn’t finished - spits out another comment towards the red head. “   she’ll get tired of you eventually , ginger , open her eyes and see who’s good for her. who does it better too.  ” and it’s the sick grin which earns the male one last punch , before he’s pushing himself off - taking a step back as he gazed at everyone around him. they’d be clueless to what rodrik would do .  .  . knew the only way to earn justice was by getting revenge .  .  . death , murder .  .  . he’s already planning everything in his head  .  .   . decapitation , dismembering , .  .  . it seems like an art in his eyes - he’s fascinated. but then he gazes at the brunette , finds himself taking a step back , almost as if he were ashamed of himself for lashing out , but he would not allowed anyone to speak about emilia herself like that. swallowing , he shakes his head , almost signalising that he needs a break , that he doesn’t know what would go down between them , but that he still cares , that he was sorry for her having to witness such a thing by him.  “   em , we’ll talk later.  ” and it’s the last thing he says , before he’s barging out of the party .  .  . he’s ashamed , ashamed to be losing control in front of her , even if he swore she loved her .  .  . it would never be a normal thing .  .  . i’s why once he’s walked out he sends her a text , ‘ i’m sorry ’ enough to prove that he did regret it .  .  . that he did wish to spend time with her , for them to be able to move on from this .  .  . for him to declare his unconditional love for the brunette .  .  . if he could do anything to fix it instantly he would , but his mind is set on getting revenge , on killing that asshole and if he knew then the outcome of all of this .  .  . he would’ve never gone through with it.

      “   i guess so , yeah.  ” will said , a laugh escaping him as he shook his head , but there’s for the first time a genuine grin adorning his features - one that only widens as she shakes his hand. a new beginning , a new start. no more hatred between them. this was the beginning of a friendship , a moment which would change the way things were. “   oh really ??  ” he teased , a smug grin adorning his features as he wiggled his brows at her. “  you see i’m not as bad as i’m guessing you thought i was , huh ?? i’m great.  ” and then he’s all serious again , tells her he’ll be back in a second before heading towards the drinks stand , gets her a heineken before grabbing one for himself too - two empty cups in his hand , before he’s heading back towards her - and now he’s sat back down next to her , handing her the empty cup before opening the can and pouring it into it and then he does the same with his own , grins at her once he’s done before speaking up. “  i’ve got a feeling this is the beginning of an amazing friendship.  ”

      “   why would you want to go back in there ??  ” and he knows it’s idiotic of him to even ask , knows just w h y after what he’d seen , yet it was enough for him to disagree , scoff at her words and shake his head. if any of his fraternity brothers heard him , or even saw him do what he was doing - leave such an important celebration for them in such a rushed manner - he’d surely be kicked out. “   it’s lame , it’s fucking boring - and it’s full of idiots , so no i’m not having a good time , i’m having a fucking awful one.  ” and it’s clear that mason was irritated , that he does not wish to take any part in it all. it pisses him off that she’d even ask , so he walks , digits still gripping her arm and he’s set in his thoughts , wouldn’t let her go back in there and let that asshole take advantage of her. “  get rid of you , what are you on about ??  ” and he’s clearly pissed she’s even said that , tensing up visibly as his jugular became the more visible upon his neck , free hand lifting to run through his hair - “   if i wanted to get rid of you i wouldn’t just leave with you ?? we’ll have more fun doing something else. just trust me for the love of god , anastasia. ”

    “    why would i say it’s a mistake ??   ” julen questioned , a small laugh escaping the male. “   we were happy together , i was happy with you. i guess things just went wrong at the end but .  .  . we both were busy , maybe we just needed time to figure ourselves out and find our way back to each other. it’s not like i forgot about you , or how you made me feel. ” he nods , allows for his fingertips to run across her knuckles , his gaze lifting to fall upon her features. “   so .  .  . i wouldn’t say it’s a mistake.  ” the boy couldn’t help but to smile once she gave his hand a tight squeeze. julen knew they would be able to go back to how things used to be .   .   . it wouldn’t be difficult at all , knows that they’d always been extremely close , so .  .  . it couldn’t be difficult. he takes his jacket off , finds himself getting more comfortable in his seat as he reaches for madeline’s other hand , laces their fingers together before lifting them to his lips , a kiss pressed to each hand. “  maybe we can go on a date ??  ” and the boy was nervous , found himself wondering whether or not she’d agree .  .  . was it too fast ?? was he asking her out too quickly ?? while he didn’t think so julen still wanted to be safe , and if she wanted to take her time with things , if she wanted to take things slowly they could. he has not asked her to be his girlfriend yet  .   .   . knows that she might think that it was too soon , so a date seemed like the perfect place to start at .  .  . a decent pace , not too slow and not too fast. he surely hopes she agrees with him. “   honestly it doesn’t have to be a dinner or anything .  .  . we can just go back to our spot and have a picnic , maybe.   ”

      he can hear her again , and his heart is racing inside his chest , beats strong enough that they could break through his ribs .  .  . he wants to be with her , god the last thing he wants is to lose her , wishes to be with her. he loves her goddammit , heart broken as he witnessed her death .  .  . he can’t shake the image. though it’s her voice , and it’s ringing in his ears , telling him that they could be together again , that she knew where he was taking her - his digits only gripping anastasia’s frame even stronger , pulling her closer to himself as heart continued to jump inside his chest. the nickname however , it’s something only she would call him - no one else ever addressed him like that , the affectionate name , making him fall to his knees. “  whoever you are , whatever you do just - please don’t hurt her. she’s suffered enough.  ” he cried , his voice cracking as he finally broke - he’s not talked to anyone since it happened , avoided any kind of interaction. his people had noticed , that something was awfully wrong with the human , that he was losing his fucking mind - that he couldn’t function without her , knowing that she was d e a d , that she would never return .  .  . all mason can do is hurt , hope that she’s in a better place. he holds onto her , arms wrapped around anastasia’s frame as he held her close , swallowing the lump in his throat as he hoped for this go be the right thing to do , for anastasia to not get hurt once again , so finally he places her down - back resting on a bed of flowers , but his hand is gripping her own , the other one resting upon her shoulders. she would’ve survived if they had left their town , if they had escaped and made the decision of hiding away before the war. if they had been selfish for once in their lives .   .   . it would’ve saved her. they could’ve found their safe heaven. his thumb brushes over the ring he’d given her , still hugging her finger. it’ll serve as a symbol of his unconditional love , as a symbol that he’ll always fight to avenge her death , that he’ll get rid of the monster who’d done this to her , the monster who’d hurt his dear anastasia. maybe it was really her that tried to talk to him , that was trying to communicate through the tormenting of the banshees , but he just hopes it’s the case , that he can talk to her again , apologise for allowing her to get hurt. he should’ve fought harder. a single glance away .  .  . it had been enough for her to die. “  if it’s you , anastasia .  .  .  ” he breathed , voice shaking as eyes squeezed shut. “   i wish it had been me who got hurt , i wish to be in your place.  ” and he’s speaking his heart out , isn’t sure if he’ll get to talk to her again , doesn’t understand why he’s been asked to place her down , but he does it regardless , hopes it’s really her.

    he’s terrified she’ll say no , terrified that she’ll choose to go back home , mainly because he knows what it’ll mean for them , that they wouldn’t be together anymore - he doesn’t want to lose her , and as unbelievable as it was victor was in love , even if they did not spend much time together due to him travelling from place to place , the singer still loved her , he still wished to be with her regardless of his fame. he understood it was a difficult thing to cope with , especially now that he’d been cast for his debut movie , meaning that as soon as he’d be off tour he’d spent most of his time on set , but he believes he’s already thought it all out - that he’ll take her with him every day , just like he’d just suggested for her to come on tour with him. every chance he got he came down to visit her , but those chances were not many .  .  . he knows it must be difficult for her. so he waits , hopes to god that she won’t leave , that she wasn’t done with all of this .  .  . so when she gazes at him , and their eyes meet he’s only hoping she sees just how much he doesn’t want her to go , just how much he wishes for her to say yes to this new path , for her to come on tour with him. there was plenty of space in his section of the bus anyways , bed big enough to fit the both of them - and once the south american and european leg of the tour would start he could arrange for her to come with him , he’d talk to his manager - stress that if she was not allowed to join him on tour he’d cancel the rest. she speaks up , and he’s listening to every word , features visibly relaxing at her words , and he swallowed. it might not mean anything yet in her words , but it meant the world to victor , so he nods - reaches for her hand and laces their fingers together. “    okay , i’ll arrange everything. i am a hundred percent sure it’ll be good for us , for you to come with me. i miss having you around , and i’m sorry i’ve been such a shithead with all of this.  ” he’s leaving on sunday morning , which was tomorrow. mainly so that he’s able to get to the next big city in the span of twenty four hours .  .  . it’s a mess , the stress that came with being on tour , he dreaded it - but he liked it. he liked being able to perform and make people happy. “   i want you with me.  ” he says , voice soft as he takes a step closer now , a hand lifting to cup her face , thumb caressing her cheek. “   because i love you , because you mean the world to me. i don’t want you to think the opposite. it’ll be good , doing all of this , together.  ” he tells her with a small nod , his voice softening as he spoke again. “ i love you , emilia.  ”

     would things ever go back to how they used to be ?? tyler couldn’t do anything but to hope they would .  .  . he cared about her a lot , never knew how to properly show it .  .  . but he did , and he tried his best too - maybe they just weren’t right for each other in that moment , even if they did share good moments here and there .  .  . maybe they were not right for each other in this time .  .  . maybe they needed to wait. maybe they needed more time to figure things out , to see if they could be the perfect match , if things could ever really go back to how they used to be. “    listen .   .   . i’m not going to act weird okay ?? we won’t act weird. they won’t pick up on a single thing and if they do we’ll just ask what the hell they’re on about. i can assure you they won’t ask more questions after that. ” he tells her with a small nod. he hopes she’ll trust him , that she’ll understand he’s serious about this and while he isn’t telling her he wishes they could rekindle their romance .  .  . “   of course i’m sure , why would i not be ?? ” it’s a question he felt the need to ask , wonders what was crossing her mind , what was making her doubt he him not being willing to do this .  .  . tyler knows that they were good together , even if they were on a break , but that their families also saw the potential in their relationship .  .  . how at one point on they were able to make each other smile wider than ever before .  .  . he knows the situation they’re in is complex  , but he also hopes this would be able to help them .  .  . hopes that it’ll all be how it used to be. taking a step closer tyler nods , hand now offered for her to take. “   it’ll be fine , i promise mikaela.  ”

well-muscled arms fold across xander’s broad chest, a sigh travelling on the air as it flutters from between parted lips. “it isn’t that i don’t CARE —,” he began, brows furrowing as his mind whirred in order to form some semblance of a response. the man, in fact, DID care — just perhaps not in the way that the young woman would have wanted. “not being able to make my own decisions tends to leave a bitter taste in my mouth.”

     he doesn’t answer her question , kisses her instead , and words weren’t needed in that moment - her eagerness met with his own as hands fell to the lower of her back , pulling her closer as he allowed for his fangs to playfully pull at her bottom lip as he pulled back , without hurting her - a low hum erupting from his lips as his nose brushed against her own , finally answering her question as he spoke. “   i am up for a lot of fun , anastasia , not just a little. though i am interested in knowing the sorts of games you play , whether they’re wicked , or evil.   ” tone of voice only accentuates what he’s really suggesting. he knows he’s dying to get to know her more , whether it’s between the sheets or not. he doesn’t just wish to have a rendevouz with the femme , finds himself willing to learn more about her - it’s her cent , the way the feel of her lips upon his own leaves him feeling all tingly .  .  . mason just knows he wants more , that he needs more , so when he leads the way to the living room and turns to face her - he’s only glad that she pulls him closer , can feel that they’re on the same page - that they understand what they want from one another .  .  . he wants her. “   oh trust me , it’ll definitely be worth your time.  ” mason hummed , the grin he wore and the way he bit down onto his bottom lip only proving his point further. he couldn’t wait to show her , knows well enough that he’d allow her to enjoy it just as much as he would allow himself to enjoy it all. his hands drift to her hips , pulling her even closer as she lifted her hand , her fingertips running along her lips , and at the mention of the fake blood mason only shrugs. “   i know it does , it’s actually a bit disgusting.  ” he said , his whiskey hues gazing into her own. he’d become an expert at lying , knew exactly what to do to fool a human into believing that he was in fact a mortal , but to be fair it was more difficult in that time , tempted for his tongue to part his lips only to pick up the remainders of blood now set upon her fingertips. “   i guess it’s to be expected , considering it’s from a dollar store.  ” he said , but then he tilts his head , and he does just what he’s tempted to do , a hand lifting to wrap around her wrist , keeping it in place as their gazes met. “   but i’m actually used to it now.  ” he murmured , before allowing himself to suck the blood off of one of her fingers , not daring to look away from her eyes , and after a moment he pulls back , hand letting go of her wrist as he allowed it to fall to her hip , giving it a tight squeeze. “  it’s not as bad now , but i do think it tastes better like that , anastasia. ”