I raise Hell. Get used to it.

"You want a story, eh?" Indigo asked. She almost felt a bit like a pirate when she said that. Indigo loved pirates. They were like her. Did what she wanted to when she wanted to. Not following anyone's rules. She chuckled a bit. "I could tell you about the first time I got arrested. I was eleven years old, remember? I was in fifth grade and I remember I had studied so hard for that Science test. Science was a subject I actually enjoyed if you can believe it. Anyway, I do the test and I thought I had done great by the end of it. When I got it back the next day-- BOOM! A big, fat, red F stared me right in the face. I was so mad that I went home after school and got all the supplies I needed. I destroyed the side mirrors, poked holes in all the tires and smashed in all the windows on that car. With a key I carved the word "asshole" on one of the doors. My teacher came outside to leave for the day and there I was-- standing next to that car with a smile on my face like I'd won the Spelling Bee."

Indigo shook her head a bit with a tiny smile on her face. She had forgotten how much she actually liked to tell people these stories.

"Tension?" She asked coolly. Was she that easy to read? "No, no tension…. just… thinking. I know Dale, but it’s nothing like that, I assure you. I don’t feel for him that way…. Daniel, remember," She added firmly. 

Though, Arabella couldn’t be hung up on Daniel forever, but she was going to damn well try. Although, she could already feel her love slipping further and further into the abyss of her soul. The more she looked into Indigo’s blue eyes, the more distant she felt from Daniel. What was happening to her?

"Oh, yes. But that was way before my time. I died in 1894, right around the time of the famous Jack the Ripper crimes. Maybe people thought Jack burnt my house down…." Arabella thought aloud, and then shrugged. She looked at the girl, studying her features. She was rather beautiful. A peak of jealous ran up Arabella’s spine. Did Daniel find another woman in Limbo and move on with her? Anger flushed her features, but she pushed it away.

"Oh, I died around 1997. I guess either way you look at it, I've either been here for a long time, or no time at all. I guess it seems like a short time considering the year that you died."

Arabella's expression didn't change. Suddenly, Indigo got an idea. Does she know the guy from the Black Plague? Friends can be few and far between and Indigo knew right then that if Arabella told her that she knew of Blaide she would be jealous. Especially considering how pretty Arabella is...

Arabella took a deep breath, as if her words were going to come out in one string of breath. “I guess you could say I wasn’t the best behaved kid, either,” She said slowly. “I was a bit of an air-head, as they called me. I found joy in different things. Like matches, instead of dolls, and gasoline instead of plushies… I liked the way the spark ignited… it was beautiful… By age 10, I had burned a total of 3 buildings, and finally, I was caught. My parents thought I was soiling the Wyrd family name, and they locked me away in our house for 9 years. They home schooled me and never let me leave their sights. Finally, when I was 20, I left my home for the first time in a while… I was walking down by the river… and I saw a man…. Daniel. When I looked at him, the spark ignited… and how could I resist him? He was handsome… and nice… We planned to elope, but on our wedding night, he never showed….” Arabella looked up at Indigo, her eyes dark. “I was so angry. I went on a rampage. I ran home, only to find my lover dead, by the hands of my own parents….. Before I knew it, the house was up in flames. It trapped me and my parents inside….”

Indigo crossed her arms and studied the woman again. The dress was rather older looking. And who said "elope" any more, anyway? Indigo thought she had went badly but to have the man you planned to marry killed by your own parents? That had to have been horribly awful.

When her arms snaked away from Blaide, he too stood back and scratched the back of his neck. They stood staring at each other for a moment, making Blaide’s cheeks redden a bit. A look on Indigo’s face made Blaide know she had yet again gotten a brilliant idea.

After awhile they finally came upon the spot. Indigo suddenly felt very open to Blaide. This was where she came when her thoughts got to her too much or she felt... lonely.

Indigo turned to Blaide and motioned in front of them. "Well, this is it."