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Dahvie Iris

"Well, if you say so."

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a character in “The Outcasters; Sym and Dahvie”, as played by RawkFist

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ImageFull name;
Dahvie Iris.

Preferred nickname(s);
None.

Gender;
Male.

Age;
Nineteen.

Nationality;
British.

Sexuality;
Heterosexual.

Face claim;
Mitch Hewer.

Occupation;
Student.



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ImageRace;Wraith/Human.

1. Darkness manipulation - He can create, control, manipulate, materialize and summon darkness. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension of dark energy it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance: one can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create a variety of constructs and weapons and, teleport one's self through massive distances via shadows.

2. Dark energy manipulation - He can create, control, manipulate, materialize and summon dark energy, usually drawn from inter-dimensional or other similar source. It can be channelled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid, gaseous and/or liquid substance that can be shaped/manifested in various ways.

3. Telepathy - The ability falls into two categories; telepathic communication, which is the ability to transmit information from mind to another, and telepathic perception, which is the ability to receive information from another mind.

4. Illusion manipulation - He can create and manipulate illusions, causing people to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. Some users can create complex and detailed worlds, others may be able to only alter the way they or the target are perceived.

5. Psychological intuition - He possesses an incredible and innate understanding/knowledge of psychology and can use it for various purposes, often by changing the perception or behaviour of others through underhanded, deceptive, or even abusive tactics. More benevolent users may use it to help those with mental or emotional problems, while the more malevolent users may use it to manipulate others into doing their bidding, or even drive some to acts of murder or suicide.



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ImageLikes;
Image+ Finding out things.
+ Riddles.
+ Cliché movies.

Dislikes;
- Too much attention being directed at him.
- Being underestimated.
- His Wraith side and abilities.

Hobbies;
+ Sports activities; he's fairly athletic.

Quirks;
+ His accent sometimes shows more in some words.

Habits;
+ Running his hands through his hair.
+ Squinting his eyes or blinking a lot when confused.
+ Looking down at the ground when flustered or shy.

Flaws;
- He can become way too aggressive when he or one of his friends are in a position of danger.
- When he becomes flustered, he doesn't quite know how to shut up.
- Large social groups cause him to become paranoid, tense and jumpy, for an unknown reason.

Fears;
- Becoming consumed by his own powers.
- Losing any of his friends or family members.

Love interest;
Symone Davenport (unsure).

Overall personality;

So begins...

Dahvie Iris's Story

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Dahvie Iris.

With an ever-present smile, Dahvie moved himself towards his mirror, taking one final look at his outfit with a satisfied nod. It probably wasn't one of his best outfits but it would do for school, anyhow. It wasn't like he had anybody to impress anyway and, with his innate boisterous and playful side, he was pretty sure it would get completely and utterly trashed at some point in the day. Well, that was if he managed to actually fit in with some people. It was almost surprising how shy he could be if he thought someone didn't like him and it was actually the main reason he hadn't been very popular in his previous school. Only, here, he had Slade, who was most likely part of the rebellious group, no doubt. Dahvie hadn't bothered with those sorts before but what harm could it possibly bring? Hidden behind their ruggedness and dazed eyes, there were bound to be a bunch of warm-hearted teenagers somewhere within them...

That thought made him laugh aloud as he shook his head slowly.

It was then that he both felt and heard his phone vibrate on the edge of the bed and he moved quickly in order to catch it before it fell. He pressed the phone to his ear and fought the urge to grin goofily when Slade greeted him with what could only be describes as a 'HALLOOO'. We talked for a little while and I chuckled aloud several times, especially when he mentioned his sister. I had really missed Sym since I moved away. I'd been ten years old at the time and I distinctly remember crying my eyes out when I was told we had to move. I was given the chance to say goodbye to the twins before I drove to the airport and I'd clung onto Sym's legs real tight, refusing to let go. Wow... That was embarrassing, especially looking back on it now. I just hoped to God that her last memory of me wouldn't be some clingy, blubbering fool who had to practically be ripped from her legs and thrown into the back of a car.

With that, I hung up the phone and made my way out of the house. The streets of Parkwood had not changed at all and I had managed to remember my way to the hotel where Sym and Slade lived, according to him on the phone. Dahvie had been told to collect them. As I approached, I held a lingering smile on my lips and quickened my pace, excitement pooling in my belly with every step. Soon enough, my steps turned to strides, and in no time at all I was at the door. I lifted my closed fist to it and was merely an inch away from tapping my knuckles against it when it swung open. "Dahvie!" cried Slade and we embraced each other in a hug, before I stepped inside and he closed the door behind me. "Nice to see you again," I said, my smile shifting into a grin. We talked for a short while about what we'd been up to and stuff like that, before a question came to mind. "Hey, where's Sym?"

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Symone I spent a good percentage of the morning on my outfit alone. But What the hell, It takes time to look this good.

I stood in front of the mirror, playing a fine coat of lip gloss to my full lips. I gave a smack and smiled at my reflection. It was the first day of school, Which is pretty much a fashion show and if I want to be at the top, which I already was, then I had to make sure I looked good. Which I felt I did. I didn't necessarily want to attend school. I mean, I'm a Wraith and Fae, so I'm immortal, I could learn whatever school may teach me on the way, I literally had all the time in the world. Try explaining that to MY mother.

I shushed my hair, letting the raven trusses fall down and frame my face and finally I was happy with my reflection and I made my way downstairs. I could hear Simon downstairs with somebody, someone whose voice I didn't recognized right away. It wasn't until I rounded the corner that I saw him, just as he asked "Hey, Where's Sym?" that it struck me.

Dahvie.

Wow, I hadn't seen him since we were kids, then I remembered Slade saying something about him moving in. Honestly, He told me this while I was deep into a marathon of Project Runaway, The whole damn house could explode and so long as the television was still running, I wouldn't hear a thing.

I thought back to the last time I saw Dahvie. We were kids at the time. Ah, yes, I remember now, He wouldn't let go of my leg, when we saw him off. I remembering crying myself but I did not make nearly the scene he did. I giggled a bit. " Here I am~!" I said, sing-songy as I approached him and pulled him into a hug. "Wow it's been such a long time. You look good." I said, sorta rocking him back and forth during the hug and then pulled back. "Definitely not the poor child, that clung to my leg for dear life," I said with a smirk.

I had to. It was right there for me to and besides, He really did look good. Not that I could lie about it if I wanted to, so I did sorta flirt and insult him all in the same sentence, just so his ego didn't get too big.

It wouldn't be the first time, I complimented a guy and they took it as a love confession...Pfft, Yea, okay but that's what happened when you are a Fae Princess. Supernatural Allure comes with the territory .

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"Here I am!" said Sym from behind me and I turned to her with a smile, though it faded into an almost shocked stare. The last time I'd seen her, she'd just been the flat-chested tomboy, and now... Well, do I even need to say it? She looked beautiful, and I had to fight the urge to sigh happily when she pulled me into a hug. It was hard to think that the girl stood before me with her arms wrapped around me was Symone Davenport, to be quite honest. "Wow, it's been such a long time. You look good," she said and I smiled lightly to myself as she rocked up back and forth slowly. She pulled away from me and only then did I realise how cold she was as instead of a chill rising up my chest, it was comforted by the warmth of the room. It certainly wasn't a task to figure out that she was a Wraith. "Definitely not the poor child that clung to my leg for dear life," she continued and a bright blush wriggled onto my cheeks.

"Yeah, well..." I mumbled, looking down at the ground and Slade, noticing my discomfort, stepped in to save me. "Don't make him nervous, Sym," he said, sticking his tongue out at her in his usual childish way. I looked up at her with a flustered smile, before turning towards the door. We were all most likely going to be cutting it fine with the punctuality but I knew that, whether I liked it or not, I had to go to High School. I just hoped that with Sym and Slade being my friends, maybe I wouldn't be tossed aside like a dirty rag this time.

So, with that, we all set of for the school. Sym and Slade were at the front, leaving me trailing behind them which was honestly fine by me. They both had their little conversations going while I took the time to look around, taking back the memories of my youth. Like the playground we passed... One memory from there wasn't cheery nor was it even slightly so, but the other memories brought a genuine smile to my lips. The High School seemed like an extremely long walk from the Hotel but, being a Wraith, I wasn't tired by it, merely bored. I eyed up the school with a small grin, but it faded soon after I spotted the large crowds of teenagers staring at me, and that's when I remembered... To me, I'd lived here as a child and I was merely just returning, but to then I was just the new kid... Oh, fantastic.

Oh, and if that wasn't bad enough, I was having to use a timetable to find all my lessons and I'd most likely get lost at some point. "Do either of you have English first period?" I asked, my voice meek as the nerves started to take over again. I almost had a mini freakin' heart attack when I was bumped into and almost dropped my timetable as well. I turned my head to see a blonde-haired girl staring at me, flustered and also a little bit worried. "Oh God, I'm so sorry," she said, bending down to pick her books up off the ground. I would've turned around and helped but I hated those cliché movie moments so I let her do it herself and merely just turned towards her. "It's fine," I assured her and she nodded, looking at me for a moment longer with a confused look. "Dahvie?" she asked and I nodded. "Wow, it's Daisy!" she exclaimed and I looked stunned as she threw herself at me, before pulling away from the hug. "We used to do trades in school all the time, remember? My chocolate milk for your orange juice carton."

I almost palmed my forehead when she said that because I just knew that every time she passed me in the hallway, I wouldn't see her as just any average girl, instead my brain would click into 'milk girl' mode, and just the thought of it made me want to crawl inside a hole somewhere. "Oh, yeah, Daisy," I mumbled. There was an awkward silence between us that lasted for what seemed like an eternity. "Well, see you around, Juice Boy," she said cheerily with a wave, before skipping off towards her friends. "See you... Milk girl..." Slade let out a burst of laughter as I said that and I turned to him with the sort of glare that read 'if you ever mention this again...' which only made him laugh more. Yep, Slade had not changed one bit. Oh, and I have English first. I'll show you where the class is," he said and I nodded.

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"English," Davhie said with a shrug. "Looks like we've got a similar timetable, Sym," He looked over my shoulder taking a look at mine. I sorta cut my eyes at him, not angrily, just curiously. He wasn’t exact warm but he wasn’t cold either, typically, most non-Wraiths were warm and I could feel the tempature difference but Dahvie was this odd in the middle.

"Yeah, I think I'mma skip that," Slade said, starting to walking off. My Brother, as much as he hated to admit it, he was Fae and couldn’t resist himself when it came to women. I knew the feeling. "I'll see you at break," He said and I waved him off.. "Be careful, your mom says you have to keep away from too much activity on your junk because you're still sensitive downstairs," Dahvie shouted and I laughed out loud, ”Don't forget your cream, as well!" He went on and I laughed so hard tears rolled down my cheek as I heard the very explicit thought s of my twin. With that , Slade stormed off and we all had a good laugh. . "Looks like it's just us two for now. You ready to go?" He asked and I smiled. “ Yea, “ I said and hooked my arm around his and started walking.
This may seem weird but I felt somewhat protective of Dahvie. It made no sense to me but I did for whatever reason.
I lead him to the class and unhooked my arm, so that could adjust my bag. It was then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Lewis, This guy that just didn’t understand that was not interested, I don’t know maybe he thought if he asked me out enough, I’d say yes just to shut him up. Oh my damn, was he wrong.
“ What is it, Lewis?”
I said with a sigh. He grinned at me. “ Do you have a date to the prom?”
“ Homie, it’s the first day of school, so no.”
“So-“
“No, the answer is now and will always be no. Buh-bye.” I said and rolled my eyes. He sighed. “ You say that now, but I think you’ll change your mind.”
My face dropped all expression, something I think I inherited from my dad.
If only he knew I couldn’t lie, then maybe he’d pissed off but Mom had a strict, discretion policy, We were not allowed to speak about any other that. She made us promise, which is pretty much like a binding contract for Fae.
“I’m not gonna change my mind...” I told him and he just shrugged and walked off. The guy was cute, I had to admit but he was too... I don’t obvious. I like a little mysterious.
I rolled my eyes and looked at Dahvie. “Hopeless.” I said as I lead him into the room.

Before long, attendance was called, my brother had detention that he was not gonna show up for either and it was then the teacher noticed a few face in the crowd. Parkwood wasn’t all that big, so everyone pretty much knew everybody, Mom had placed a glamour over herself to appear older to the mortals. She looked about 40 when really she only looked in her 20’s but her actual age, She’s an Eon. Like a whole damn EON.
I looked over at Dahvie as the teacher asked if anyone would volunteer to show him around. A few girls hands shout up with the quickness and I blinked. Like hell. “ He and I grew up together, I can show him around. No problem.” I said with a smile and a shrug and the teacher nodded. “ Is that alright with you Davie?”
I palmed my forehead. “ It’s Dah-vie, miss.” I said, through a clenched smile. “ Oh, My mistake.”
I rolled my eyes. Hopeless...seriously.

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I smiled down at Symone briefly as she said yes and hooked her arm around mine as if it was nothing, whereas inside I was about ready to curl up and die in one flustered ball of emotions. I mean, it wasn't like I had any sort of feelings towards Sym 'cause at the time she was nothing more than my old friend from my childhood and I remembered her being so tomboyish, but she actually... grew up, and became something much more than that. I think I may have had a small crush on her but, honestly, it was nothing that I couldn't hide until it went away or I found someone else. Having her arm around mine as we walked was both nice and awkward at the same time but I kept my face even and attempted to keep a deep blush from working its way onto my cheeks, which was extremely difficult.

As we walked, I had to attempt to avoid the stares I was receiving, both from jealous guys and curious girls who couldn't keep their eyes off of us. I looked down at my feet awkwardly, trusting Sym to not bump me into something as we made our way through the hallway. I wasn't normally this shy but it was only my first day and it hadn't even begun properly yet so being nervous was just a natural thing. My mother hadn't made it any better by telling me that the 'bullies' of high school could smell the fear of others; it had only managed to freak me out even more, though I guessed maybe there weren't as many bullies in the last year because everyone was more mature than that... Evidently, I was wrong, as we'd passed a few boys tugging on some lower year's hair. I had half a mind to step in and help but a teacher had beaten me to it.

So, after a while, we reached the classroom and we were just a little ways away from the door when I felt Sym's arm unhook itself from mine. I turned to her slowly as she fixed her bag strap but my attention was moved almost instantly towards an approaching guy, who was fairly handsome; this instantly sparked a sort of concerned jealousy within me but I stayed quiet as the two went on with their conversation. I hated him from the moment he started talking as it became quickly apparent to me that this guy had no idea what the word 'no' meant. Even I could see that Sym wasn't at all interested him in that way or either was just so irritate by his persistence that she'd gone off him completely. Well, I'd have to avoid acting like that around her because I'd hate to just be mixed in with the guys she saw as pesky and annoying.

“Hopeless," Symone said after rolling her eyes and turning to me. I nodded my head with an almost half-hearted smile, unsure of exactly what I was supposed to say in response. "Yeah..." I mumbled as she lead me into the classroom. We took our seats and I purposely chose a seat quite a bit away from her, taking the whole obsessively close thing a little too far when it came to avoiding it. I guess that, deep down, I didn't want her to think I couldn't survive if I wasn't by her side so I let someone else take the seat closest to her and just had to deal with the fact that she'd be close to another guy. Like I said before, she was my good friend, Sym, not my girlfriend; I had no real reason to be jealous.

Naturally, being with a new teacher in a new class meant that there would be introductions, and I hated knowing that. The teacher had spotted me quite quickly and identified me as the newest member of her class of disruptive teenagers. With that, she asked if anyone would be willing to escort me around the school building and my cheeks blushed a rosy red when several girls in the class put their hands up. It certainly was a great place to pick up women, this school. “He and I grew up together, I can show him around. No problem," Sym said and I turned around to look at her with a sort of crooked smile. "Is that alright with you Davie?” the teacher asked and I turned back to face her with a few confused blinks. "It's, uh-" I was cut off by Sym. “It’s Dah-vie, miss.” I could hear the annoyance in her tone and it honestly made me chuckle aloud, though after that I went silent. I briefly turned to Sym and mouthed a silent 'thank you', before focussing on the lesson.

About halfway through the lesson, I heard some whispering to my right and, curiously, I turned my head to glance briefly in that direction, only to see two girls passing notes to each other, occasionally looking in my direction with a few flustered smiles. I mentally rolled my eyes and looked back at the teacher, scribbling notes in my lesson book. And then a note flew towards me and landed on my desk, soon followed by a short giggle. I looked down at it for a second or two, before I took it in my hand and opened it partially under the desk.

'Hey! <3 You should come to my house party tonight. It's gonna be awesome. ;)
- Cindy.'

I turned to look at them and one girl winked at me. I wasn't sure how to react so I flipped the note over, scribbled 'I'll be there' on the back of it before throwing it back in her direction. She read it with a giggle and I smiled a little, before carrying with the lesson notes and the teachers rambling. Before I knew it, the lesson was over and we were dismissed from the classroom. We all piled out and I waited near the door for Sym to come wandering out. When she did, I smiled at her. "Well, that was fun," I muttered. "What've you got now?"

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(I'm gonna skip the rest of the school day after break.)

I stayed silent as Sym pulled out her timetable and, with a small huff of breath, nodded as she spoke. "Uh, physics," she said with a small laugh. My expression stayed sort of plain and nonchalant and my breathing went sort of ragged. She had a date. I'd heard the guys thoughts. Was I jealous? Oh, hell yes, and it had pissed me off because I knew I couldn't do a thing about it. Sure, I'd agreed to go to the party or whatever but I'd never said yes to going with anyone... I'd have to change that at some point because I was definitely wasn't going to be the only one out of our little friendship group without a date or anything similar to one. With my luck, I'd have one by next period. "What about you?" she asked and I turned my head towards the end of the hallway for a moment. "I have a free period, so I'm going to go check the library out, see if I can find anything interesting to do there.." I gave her a brief smile. "So, see you at break or something."

With that, I made my way down the hall, my jaw setting as I quickened my pace and turned the corner so that I was out of her line of sight. On the way, I had to stop and ask someone for directions to the library and, soon enough, I made it there. It was upstairs and more towards the back of the school, which was understandable. When I stepped inside, it was damn near empty except for a few other students who all had their heads stuck in a book for studying or otherwise. I walked through the large rows of book shelves silently, my hands finding the straps of my backpack. I picked up a revision book for 'Of Mice and Men', as the teacher had told us we would be covering it at some point, I assumed soon.

I took a seat on an empty table and opened the revision book, looking at a few different notes and such to get an idea of what the story was about. I was pretty sure my Mom had the book at home which was why I hadn't bothered to pick it up in the library. I could quite simply just read it at home, before or after the hectic teenage house party that I had been expected to attend. I just hoped to God it wasn't as chaotic as some of the parties back home, 'cause they were so out of control most people in the town were advised to lock their doors and windows of a night time, around 9pm just to be extra sure. I wasn't much of a drinker either but there was always a first time for everything... Just as that thought entered my mind, I felt books hitting the desk in front of me and I looked up to see a girl sitting down, her eyes glued to her book. She was extremely beautiful and the way she was biting on to her pencil only added to it all. A smile crept onto my lips.

"It's rude to stare," she said, unable to fight the smile that mimicked mine. I looked down at my book then, without really taking in any information as I was merely trying to avoid looking back up at her. It was then that I felt her eyes on me and I looked up again. "I'm Shay," she introduced herself, extending her hand towards me. I shook it hesitantly. "And you are?" she asked, raising her eyebrows as if to prompt me for an answer. "Dahvie," I replied simply, leaning back in my chair some in order to get more comfortable. She moved the pencil from her lips and placed it down on the desk, her head cocking to one side as she examined me closely for a moment or two. "It's rude to stare," I said, copying her previous words. She smirked in response. "So, I'm assuming you've been invited to Cindy's party tonight?" she asked. I nodded. "How would you feel about taking me, so that I'm not forced to stand there alone with a gun pointed at my own temple?" I couldn't help but laugh at that; she seemed like the sort to hate social events.

I thought carefully about that for a moment, seemingly unaffected by her staring. I wanted to get a date because Sym had one and, no doubt, Slade did too. I wasn't going to be the only one out of us three standing alone. It would also take my mind off of Sym and her date because I'd be distracted. "I'd love to go with you," I said and we smiled at each other for a long while, genuinely at that. "Well, then here is my address," she said through her smile, pushing a piece of paper in my direction. I took it without even the slightest hesitation and shoved it into my jeans pocket. With that, she stood, closing her books and picking up her pencil. "I'll see you at eight then, Shay," I called just before she made her way out of the library door. "Lookin' forward to it, Dahvie," she called back, before leaving.

After about half an hour or so, my free period was over and the break bell rang through the halls. Being a Wraith, I had enhanced senses, and so I felt the hundreds of footsteps rumbling through the ground. With a sigh, I packed the books way in my backpack and made my way outside. I bumped into Slade along the way and, soon enough, we found Sym. "Hey," I greeted her, and that was pretty much it. Slade looked at me for a long while and I looked straight back at him. After what seemed like forever, he grinned and laughed aloud. "You have a date!" he exclaimed, pointing a finger accusingly at me. I shook my head. "N-.. no, I don't," I stammered and he only laughed louder. "You're blushing, look," he pointed to my cheek as he said it and I became flustered. "So, what if I do?" I snapped defensively. "Who's the lucky woman then?" he asked, practically pushing me for an answer. I went quiet, trying not to look at Sym to avoid seeming all awkward. "Shay." He frowned at me and I was confused. "The weird emo girl?" he questioned and it was then my turn to frown.

The conversation pretty much went dead from that point. I barely knew Shay but she didn't seem weird or emo. Then again, I'd been speaking to her for like twenty minutes at most so I couldn't really say much. She wasn't my first choice for a date, to be quite honest, but she seemed genuinely nice and it would be fun to make some friends outside of Slade and Sym.

So, after that, the day bore on into the afternoon. I sat next to Sym in the majority of the lessons after that, although forth period was Maths and I sat next to Shay for that one. We had a laugh but I reckoned she figured out what I was feeling towards Sym because I kept glancing at her during the lesson. She said nothing about it but she noticed the looks, no doubt. I felt bad, honestly, 'cause I didn't look at Shay like that, at least not yet, and I really didn't want to lead her on only for her to be let down if there was no sort of spark. It didn't look like she was upset about it but for all I knew, she could have been amazingly good at keeping her expression impassive. I would've been able to check her thoughts for an answer but I'd toned down those abilities because I felt it was extremely rude to be reading the private thoughts of others, which was why I'd made it so that I could only hear thoughts that were directed at me.

At the end of the school day, I'd been one of the first through the doors out of the school and went home straight away, narrowly avoiding being seen by Slade. I knew he'd want to get up to something but I honestly was not in the mood for anything like that.

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I noticed that Kai had caught up to me and I slowed my pace some so as not to make it seem like I was trying to get away from her by walking as fast as I could. I kept my eyes on the road ahead, both for safety reasons and for the fact that I was still kind of unsure whether or not I felt awkward around Sym yet. We both had dates and everything, so nothing was weird between us; I couldn't quite explain what I was feeling at the time because, honestly, my emotions were all over the place. I'd just moved back to Parkwood and started at a new high school so my stress levels were on a high and I was struggling a little.

"Hey, so you got a date and invited to a party. I'd say that was a pretty good first day," she said, obviously trying to start some sort of a conversation with me. I turned to look at her briefly, shrugging my shoulders. I went silent for a few more seconds, before I looked up from the ground and shoved my hands in my jeans pockets. "Yeah well, believe it or not, parties really aren't my sort of thing," I mumbled, my voice meek, "and neither is dating, so tonight might not be as fun for me as it will be for you and your date," I continued, muttering the last word distastefully as it rolled off the tip of my tongue. Wow... that came across rather bitter, didn't it? I hadn't meant for it to but, to be quite honest, that was the best I could do to suppress how jealous I was. "I probably won't be there for long anyway so I'll be out of your way soon enough."

I stopped walking when I reached the part of the road I was supposed to cross in order to get back to my small excuse for a house where my mother would be waiting. "See you tonight then, or whatever," I said, crossing the road without so much as another word or glance left to her.

The afternoon went on, seemingly for an eternity, and I spent most of it pacing back and forth in my room, gripping onto my hair tightly as I replayed the events of the day in my head, over and over again until eventually I couldn't handle the feelings of jealousy and I ended up just getting ready for the party earlier to help take my mind off of everything going on in there. I showered and all that stuff, dried off and then put a fresh outfit on. I looked at myself in the mirror once more with a satisfied but still half-hearted smile, before running a comb through my hair. Once I was somewhat pleased with my appearance, I checked the time. 7:40pm, it was, and I figured I should start walking up to Shay's house. I fumbled through my other jeans and pulled out the piece of paper, reading it over before I threw my jeans back on the floor.

I really was a messy teenager...

I turned up at Shay's house around 7:58pm and waited two minutes before I knocked the door, just for the humour. She opened the door almost instantly after I knocked and flashed me a wide grin, which I returned as I looked her up and down to get a good look at her outfit. She looked amazing, at least in my opinion. After greeting and complimenting each other briefly, we set off to the party. However, halfway there, I received a text from Slade telling me to meet him at the hotel and I sighed as I had to then turn around and head the other way with Shay. I had the idea that maybe they'd planned on making this whole thing a group date situation and that would pretty much just crap up my entire night.

We got there at about 8:10pm and the door was wide open when we arrived so I just stepped straight in and Slade looked up at me with a smile. He was stood with his date, one of those stereotypically dumb high school girls, all blonde and busty. She was attractive but I could tell she didn't have any sort of unique personality about her. She made my date look like some sort of anti-social genius, to be quite honest. The one person I was not looking forward to meeting was Symone's date, for the obvious reason that I was pretty sure I had a crush on her.

Even Slade knew it by this point...

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Shay and I were mid-conversation when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Sym wandering down the staircase. Even when she wore the simplest of outfits, she looked amazing; one of the many things I loved about her. It was then and only then that I realised I was stood so close to Shay, one arm resting on the desk, brushing against her hip slightly. I meant nothing by it since I honestly didn't think anything of it at the time. Sym smiled at us and it could've damn near knocked me on my rear, except on the outside I returned it briefly, before turning my attention back to what Shay was saying. Slade was doing pretty much the same, except his mouth was not being used for speech, if you understand what I'm getting at. I wasn't even sure that he'd heard his sister's comment about his date, but then again Slade never was the type for caring about people's opinions. I wished I could be as carefree as he was...

A few more moments passed and the door knocked from behind us, causing me to turn only my head towards it, just catching a glimpse of Sym damn near running for it before I looked at Shay and began an entirely different conversation on the topic of unruly teenagers at high school parties. Just one of your usual hatefully-worded conversations about everything we despise in the world; you know, the usual. I was trying not to stare too much when she opened the door and revealed her ruggedly handsome date, and I could tell that Shay had noticed how uncomfortable I was because she moved a little closer and placed a hand on my shoulder. Like before, I saw it as nothing more than a simple gesture of kindness. There was a moment of silence, our eyes unable to move from each other's.

"Hey, guys," said the guy and I moved my eyes from Shay's to shoot him a cold glare, unintentionally of course. I'm sure the guy was nice enough when it came to personality and all that crap, but the fact of the matter was that he had something I wanted and I hated him for it. I watched him closely as he approached Slade, just knowing that it would not end well for the guy because Slade pretty much hated all of his sister's dates, even if they were the nicest person ever. "Slade, right?" the guy asked and held a hand out to Slade, to which he replied with an amused scoff. "Don't touch me," he muttered, his eyes narrowing, "don't ever touch me." I couldn't help but laugh aloud, as did Shay.

Typical Slade.

After that, I suggested that we go to the party and after an agreement from Slade, we head off to the party. It wasn't actually too far from the hotel but it was far enough that the long and painful silence between Shay and I was enough to put me in a terrible mood, though I was trying not to let it show for the sake of her and everyone else. I didn't exactly look happy but grumpy was far from it. Me and Shay were walking close but still with a bit of distance between us. I could tell neither of us were the romantic, touchy-feely sort of pair so it really wasn't that bad to not be walking arm-in-arm with her. Halfway to the house, she'd complained about how cold it was and I'd given her my jacket, which brought another of her oddly cute smiles to her lips, which in turn brought a smile to mine.

When we arrived, me and Shay went our separate ways in order to find drinks and met up a little later in the large crowd of dancing teenagers. Provocative dancing was totally not my thing but Shay seemed to loosen me up a little because, after only a couple of shots, we were practically grinding up against each other, her back pressing against my front. My hands found their place on her hips and her arms rose to the sides of my head. I buried my lips into the crook of her neck and she let out a sigh, our eyes closing seemingly at the same time.

I was snapped out of my trance when Slade practically started prodding my shoulder. I looked up from Shay and shot him a glare, and the look on his face was enough to have me running for the hills. He looked pissed off. "Excuse me, may I talk to you for a moment, please?" he asked all in one breath, all the while giving me the 'you'd better come now or I'mma cut you' look. I sighed heavily and broke away from Shay, leaving her dancing on her own for a little while. When Slade and I were out of earshot, he slapped the side of my head and I yelped. "Dude," I whined, and he did it again.

"That guy's not human," he said, almost warningly. I blinked a few times. "So what if he's not, Slade?" I snapped, shoving my hands in my pockets. "You know how powerful Sym can be. She'll be fine." There was a brief moment of silence between us. "What happened to you, man?" he asked and I shot him a blank, confused look. "You used to want to throw yourself under a bus to keep Sym from harm... Now, what? You don't care?" I opened my mouth to snap a defensive response but he rose his arm and turned his open palm to my face. "Whatever," he grumbled, before turning and walking away. I lowered my eyes to the floor and stood in silence for a while, before I shook my head slowly and made my way over to a free sofa-chair. I slumped into it with a loud huff of breath, my hand finding my forehead.

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I sat down on the sofa for a while after that, Slade's words on repeat inside my mind. It had been a good few minutes before anyone bothered to come and find me. That person just so happened to be Cindy, the host of the party. I smiled as I looked up at her, merely as a friendly gesture, but I think she took it to mean something beyond that as the look in her eyes showed me she had something in mind; I was most likely not going to like the idea but I was open to suggestions and there was no harm in at least listening to what she had to say. She sat down in the small armchair opposite me, leaning forward so that she could place her hand on my knee. "Hey there, Dahvie," she said, one corner of her lips twitching upwards into a smirk. "Hey," I replied, somewhat plainly, though my eyes held a curiosity so strong it could not be merely described with words alone. She leaned forward a bit more, her hand sliding down my thigh, causing my skin to tingle in certain areas.

"Listen... I saw you come in with that Shay girl," she said, her voice softening into a sort of sensual whisper, and it helped to further peak my curiosity. I had come with Shay, indeed, but that didn't necessarily mean I had to leave with her, did it? Maybe I was a little drunker than I'd first though, 'cause that certainly wasn't the sort of thing I'd be thinking about the situation if I was sober. "Well, how do you feeling about ditching her... maybe you could come pay me a visit in my bedroom?" she asked and the question made me realise what we were actually talking about. She wanted sex from me, and I didn't know how to respond so I went deathly silent, my eyes looking anywhere but directly at her. I couldn't... y'know, lose it at a house party, with some girl I didn't even know. I may be a man but I have more self-respect than that.

I respectfully declined her offer and after a harshly-worded rant, soon followed by her drink being chucked all over my clean new shirt, she stormed off and I was left alone, yet again, with only my thoughts and a comfortable seat to make me feel better. Shay was nowhere to be found and, at that moment in time, I honestly couldn't have cared less. I heard loud footsteps, like louder than the rest, and I turned my head to see Slade racing over to me, his expression panic-stricken. He stopped when he reached me and I quickly stood from my seat, turning to face him. "Something's wrong with Sym," he choked out and I nodded, gripping a hold of his shoulders. "Do you know where she is?" I asked, also concerned for the health of my friend. He looked around for a moment, before concluding that she was somewhere upstairs.

With that, we set off, and soon enough we came to a bedroom where Sym lay unconscious on a bed. Her clothes were still on but her shirt was slightly lifted and her jacket was beside the bed, meaning she'd been in here with someone. I felt a wave of jealousy brush over my entire body, but there were more important things to be focussing on, like the physical and mental health of Sym. Slade was the first at her side, soon followed by me but not after I walked over and picked her jacket up off the bed. Slade wriggled his arms underneath her and picked her up. I placed her jacket on her stomach because, to be honest, I had no reason to hold it. "I'm taking her home... I understand if you need to take Shay home first but I'd appreciate it if you were with us when she wakes up. At the end of the day, she's your best friend." I nodded in understanding, before Slade disappeared from sight after teleporting himself through the shadows, presumably headed to Sym's bedroom to lie her down on her bed.

I figured I should probably check on Shay before I headed off to the hotel so I made my way back downstairs to find her sitting in the exact same place I had been sitting just a few moments before Slade came running over. I approached her with a half-hearted smile and she stood up. "Where were you?" she asked, more worried than angry. I shook my head with a small laugh. "Helping out a friend," I replied, before going silent for a moment or so. "I've got to go check if she's okay so I can't stick around here for long... Do you want to stay or do you want me to walk you home?" I asked and she thought for a moment, before answering. "I'll be fine here for a while longer. You go check on your friend. It's fine, honestly." I grinned at her. "Much appreciated," I said, before leaning to place a - harmless, I might add - kiss on her cheek. She smiled back at me and I took off then, making my way out of the house and over to the hotel, where Slade and Sym were in her bedroom. Slade was sat in the seat beside her bed and Sym was lay underneath the sheets, her shoes having been removed.

"She's not woken up yet then..." I mumbled and Slade shook his head in disappointment. "Unfortunately, no, but it shouldn't be too long now." I looked down at him for a moment as he stared at the face of his younger sibling, before my eyes found Sym's face and I let out a soft huff of breath. I just hoped she'd be okay...

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I stood near the bedroom window, staring out of it silently with a mug of tea in my hand. I lifted it to my lips and took a long sip, my eyes shifting briefly in the direction of Slade, whom was lay asleep in the armchair beside Symone's bed. Just to the right of him, Sym lay; despite being unconscious, she looked as if she was merely sleeping peacefully and a small smile found its place on my lips. It was then that she started to wake up and I lowered the mug to the window sill, where I sat it down gently and walked over to the opposite side to where Slade lay asleep. He was out of it and wouldn't have woken up any time soon, even when Symone started to speak to us. "What happened?" she asked, confused, and I didn't know what to tell her because I honestly had no idea. "Guys? Everything is a blank. I remember going to the party but I can't remember anything after that." That wasn't a surprise. It was probably that damn guy she'd brought...

It was then that Symone took it upon herself to try to stand up and I was near her in a second, just knowing it would not end well. She fell straight into my chest and I wrapped my arms around her in an attempt to keep her stood up. "Sorry," she apologised meekly and I couldn't do anything but look down at her and hold her. She looked up and at me and, no sooner than she did, her eyes filled with horror and her expression was one of fear. I wasn't sure what it was exactly she saw in my eyes but it seemed to scare the life out of her. "I don't feel so good," she said, dizzily, before she dropped limply into my chest, though she was still somewhat conscious. "You're going to be okay, Sym," I said, shifting her so that she was slung across my arms; I was lifting her up bridal-style.

I carried her downstairs and, when we were in the lobby to the hotel, I sat her down gently on one of the sofas. "You probably just need some water and all that," I said but before I moved away, I palmed her cheek, my thumb brushing against her chin as I lifted her head up some in order for her to look at me. "I'm here with you now, so you're fine," I said with a genuine smile, "I promise." With that, I leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead. This was a different gesture though... I wasn't sure if it was harmless or even friendly, as it had lingered for a few seconds longer than what was required or expected, but I tried to play it off as nothing as I dropped my hand from her cheek and walked into the kitchen to fetch her what she needed. I came back out a few moments later with a glass of cold tap water and two ibuprofen tablets, just in case she was experiencing a hangover headache. I passed her the tablets and the water, before walking over the front door to open it and let some fresh air in.

After all of that, I sat down beside her on the sofa, one arm slung across the back of the sofa, right behind her neck. I flicked on the TV and put on something random, just as background noise, and it just so happed to be 'Rules of Engagement'. I turned my head towards her. If anything, after all the jealousy and the partying, I just wanted to be there for Sym as a friend, despite wanting to maybe turn that friendship into something else. I would willingly put those feelings aside for the time being, for her sake. "So, how are you feeling now?" I asked.

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"My neck... It really hurts," Symone told me and I frowned, a little confused by that although I could understand what might've happened. She spent the entire night with that Kyle guy, whom Slade had warned me was not human. The jealousy caused me to be ignorant of that and I didn't listen; I wished I had done now, 'else Symone wouldn't have been lying weakly by my side, her voice meek and her body trembling. "I feel like there's something there but my arms, I'm too weak to check," she continued and she had my full attention from the moment she started speaking. I turned to look at her, my expression one of concern. "Is there something there?" she asked, causing me to freeze. I wanted to check because the curiosity was all too much for me to handle but I also didn't want to as I hated seeing her in pain... If it was what I thought it was then I'd most likely end up feeling really sick by the end of it.

I let the thoughts linger around in my mind for a short while after that, before concluding that I would check because she had asked me to and I was a decent friend, which meant I wasn't just going to leave her without answers in her time of pain. With that thought, I stood and took a peek at the other side of her neck, noticing the small puncture wounds of seemingly sharp teeth in her neck. My eyes narrowed and I could feel my entire body tensing at the sight of it. Well, my questions had been answered; it was a vampire bite and Kyle was the one who had bitten her. Without even answering Sym's question, I walked into the kitchen, my footsteps heavy on the ground to highlight how pissed off I was, and got a cloth, which I then proceeded to wet and place on top of the bite when I walked back into the lobby.

I stayed silent for a long time after that, even as I knelt before her and held the cloth down on the bite. My eyes stayed fixed on my hand, but occasionally my gaze would travel upwards to Sym's eyes. "It's a vampire bite," I finally said, avoiding eye contact as I did so. "Or so I assume; it looks a hell of a lot like one." I shook my head slowly and moved from in front of her to take a seat beside her. With that, I pulled her closer so that she was resting up against me, my one arm slung around her neck and my free hand holding the cloth to the bite wound, just hoping that if I were to hold it there for long enough, the water in the cloth would eventually help to heal it.

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I stayed like that for a while, sort of half-hugging Sym on the sofa whilst I held the cloth over her wound. It was nice, although I hated how weak she was; it was almost worrying to see. After what seemed like a while and a half, Erieda appeared in the centre of the living room, dressed in a very flattering gown, I might add. I was fighting the urge to look her up and down, lest she murder me. I wasn't going to lie in saying that, as a child, I had one hell of a crush on Sym's Mom. It seemed almost unnatural for someone to be that beautiful. I took another look at Sym and a smile found its place on my lips. Like two peas in a pod, I swear.

As if with that, her eyes went dark and she too looked at Sym. My smile disappeared suddenly. "No... It's started..." she said after a gasp. I frowned, knowing that the follow-up was definitely not going to be good at all. "You've been bitten, haven't you?" she continued and Symone turned her head. I used the arm around her neck to hold her a little closer, almost in a comforting way, although the cloth on the wound had already been moved away and was now sitting on the coffee table. "You have to come with me, to Eolande." My eyes went wide at that. Right as I started to feel things for her, she was going to be taken away from me, just like that... I let off a sigh.

As deep in thought as I was, I'd completely forgotten to pay attention to the topic of conversation, even when it had focussed on me. "Dahvie, you'll be coming with us as well. Anyone else?" Again, my eyes went wide. 'No, no, no...' I repeated in my head, moving away from Symone to stand up. After she was done talking, I began. "I can't go to another realm," I muttered, my voice a little too high than usual and almost shaky as it crawled its way up my throat. They didn't understand what it would do to me... to my psyche. "I can't... I can't handle it."

It was then that Slade came down the stairs, and groggily at that. Without so much as a glance spared to any of us, he made his way into the kitchen and came back out a few minutes later with a pack of Oreos. "Hey, Mom," he grumbled through a mouthful of biscuit and took a seat beside Symone on the sofa, pulling out his phone. Soon following him were three young women, all barely dressed, with their hair in a mess and their makeup everywhere but where it was supposed to be, who had to walk past me in the living room which, quite honestly, shocked me. I looked over at Slade just as he looked up and they were heading for the door. "Oh..." he said, almost as if he'd just realised something. "I completely forgot about them."

I looked at him in disbelief for a moment, before turning back to Erieda. "Do I absolutely have to come?"

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"Yes, Dahvie, I know why you are hesitant but your life is in danger as well," Erieda replied and I let out a deep, frustrated sigh. There was no wriggle room with Erieda, which meant there was no way I could get myself out of going. To be honest, I would much rather risk my life and be hunted by an endless amount of Vampires than have to go to some unknown realm and have my psyche fall into ruins because of it. I had no choice in the matter, it seemed. "I am sorry, Dahvie but you must, we will deal with that once we're there but I can't risk it." I nodded although I was still pissed off that I'd only been in Parkwood for a day and here I was, being forced out and into the OtherWorld. My Mother would have a complete fit if she knew I wasn't even in the same realm anymore.

Before I knew what was going on, Erieda flicked open a portal and they all began to make their way through it, even Symone who I figured would be most stubborn about it. Grumpily, I made my way through the portal and appeared on the other side of it shortly after, almost having my breath knocked out of me. Slade managed to catch me before I collapsed and I breathed heavily into his shoulder for a moment, before I stood myself up. I looked around, my vision getting brighter and brighter by the second until I began to get light-headed. "Damn you, Erieda," I muttered, my voice even lower than a growl, as I still faced in Slade's direction.

"Pull yourself together, Man," Slade ordered and I nodded. I had to listen to him, not only just for me but for the sake of Symone as well. No doubt she was still spooked about the vampire bite, so the last thing she needed was for me to start wigging out on her as well. I stood up straight and, with all the energy I could muster, ran my hands through my hair and looked around at the Fae Realm. I had to admit that it was a beautiful place, but I did not want to be here and everybody knew it. A few moments ago I could barely even stand up straight and I'd barely even been there longer than a few minutes. Imagine what I'd be like in a few days or months, even years. I'd end up dead by that point anyway.

"So, what now?" Slade asked, directing the question solely at his Mother.

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"Dahvie!" I heard Symone gasp and I looked up at her as she came rushing towards me, presumably out of concern for my currently fading health. I listened carefully as she then proceeded to rant to her mother about the dangers of me being in the Fae Realm but even I knew it was a useless speech; Erieda already knew and still she had the nerve to bring me. Besides, what harm could a wild pack of vampires do to me, in all seriousness? They weren't even strong creatures in comparison to someone who could have them at their knees in a second, someone who could corrupt their psyche to the point where they are no longer to able to move, let alone to attack. As these thoughts went on, I realise how much darker they'd become. I would never have cursed Erieda before today, both out of an undying respect for the woman but also out of pure fear, and just moments ago I could've throttled her for no apparent reason other than she was looking out for the health of her own daughter.

It was then that a group of Fae Mages began to surround the group, more so focussed on me than everyone else. I shook my head and I lowered it some, my hair shadowing my eyes so that the most noticeable feature of my face was the harsh smirk that found itself on my lips. I no longer felt Symone or Slade at my side, the two were replaced by quite a few hands who were trying to grip on to me. Compliant as usual, I allowed them to lay me down on the floor, even with the knowledge that they were about to perform some form of magic. Curiosity, shall we say? My eyes fell to Erieda as she began to chant, my gaze probably darker than it had been before. Just then, a pendant appeared and I rolled my eyes. "Ooh, fancy," I muttered as it lowered itself onto me. What shocked me at that point was that it seemed to latch itself onto my chest.

I closed my eyes, not because I was weak or tired, but because I had never been so pissed off in my entire life and they were going to hear about it, whether they liked it or not. "Mom, what is going on?" Symone asked and I opened one eye slightly to look at Erieda as she answered. "That is not my secret to tell, for now. We must go to the palace. How are you feeling, Dahvie?" she asked. I went silent for a while after that, my eyes still shut, before I suddenly stood up, not caring that just a few moments ago I had been in the arms of Sym. Back in the Human Realm, that would've had me blushing. Now, there was nothing. Of course, I still had very strong feelings for her, I was just emotionally shut off. Not a whole lot could make me react as I once did.

With a small huff of seemingly calm breath, I turned to Erieda. "You've no right..." I started, my voice soft, calm, but hidden beneath it was a sense of anger and hatred that could not be described so easily. "You've no right to bring me here, to a place you know could have very devastating effects on my mind and my body," I continued and as I did, the calmness of my voice was becoming masked behind the anger, almost as if it was changing places. "And then... for you to latch this thing, this pendant, to me without so much as my permission or to have given me any knowledge on what it is. You've no right!" I muttered on, shouting the last sentence, my breathing becoming more and more ragged with each passing second. Slade stepped forward and placed a hand on my shoulder, pulling me away from the situation before it got any worse. "I understand you're pissed, okay? But you can't yell at her like that. It's not her fault Sym managed to get herself drunk and almost half-eaten by some random vampire dude." I shook my head and took a step back. "I don't want to talk to you... I want Sym... Where's Sym?" I asked, my steady gaze focussed on Slade.

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"Dahvie. I'm right here," Symone said and I looked away from Slade as Symone stepped into my vision. Just the sight of her was a huge relief to me; I no longer felt anger or stress, I finally felt at peace. Her hand found its place on top of mine and I smiled softly up at her, my eyes meeting with hers. I noticed something in her eyes that had me hooked on her, and it 'caused my smile to shift briefly into a smirk. She was unbelievably beautiful and nobody could deny it. It wasn't hard to figure out why the vampire male, Kyle, had such a deep obsession with her. My eyes were filled with pure awe for her beauty. Slade rolled his eyes and turned way, obviously giving us a moment alone.

It was then that I heard something in her mind... A voice, but not a familiar one. 'Symone, where did you run off to?" the voice called and I could feel the anger rising within me once more, my blood boiling to the point where I could feel my temperature rising and rising. Symone was quite visibly ignoring it but I couldn't seem to. 'Symone, you can not hide from me. You. Are. Mine,' the voice continued on and I frowned some as Symone jumped, obviously startled by it. I was not going to allow anyone to scare her, at least not if I could help it. The vampire now had a direct line to her mind but so did I, and two could play at that game. I was extremely protective over Sym and I would try to prevent anything harmful from reaching her, doing anything within my power.

I wanted her to feel something for me... to return my feelings, and I wasn't really thinking properly when I began to hold her in the sort of way that people who were much more than friends held each other. I shifted my hands from hers hesitantly and wrapped both my arms around her waist, pulling her closer until her body was pressed against mine. I rested my head on her shoulder for a short while, before my face - more so my lips - found the crook of her neck. I pulled away shortly after, my eyes finding hers. "Don't listen to him," I said, leaning in to press my forehead against hers. "You don't belong to him," I continued. "I won't let him get to you. I promise." I looked at her for a few more seconds, before I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. It was a very short kiss, probably nothing more than a peck on the lips, but it was more meaningful to me than any other kiss I'd shared with a woman before, because it was Sym.

I dropped my arms to my side and stepped away from her, looking up at her in order to see her reaction.

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I analysed Symone carefully for a time after I backed away from her, fighting the urge to smirk at how speechless she'd become in such a short amount of time, after such a small gesture. It was so simply yet she'd become flustered and I could quite easily see it; there was no real way of hiding it. "Dahvie... I..." she finally managed after a while and I couldn't fight the smirk by that point as it had already began to worm its way onto my lips. It was then that she took it upon herself to step closer to me, until we were only inches apart, her hands cupping mine as she leaned up to return my previous gesture, only this time it was deeper and I loved every second of it. My eyes fluttered closed slowly.

I returned the kiss quite quickly and I heard the bored groans of Slade from not too far away from us, which would've made me grin if my mouth hadn't been preoccupied at the time. It seemed as if it was just us in all the realm, so I kind of blocked out anything Slade might have been doing from that point on. I had to take into account that I was making out with his sister, but did I care at the time? Not at all.

The voice... that cursed voice who would not shut up before was starting to communicate with Symone again. I knew as well as most that trying to order Sym around was not going to end in his best interest, so naturally she did the exact opposite and deepened the kiss, which took me by surprise a little but I quickly caught up and matched the vigour in her kiss. It went on for some time after the voice finally shut up, by which point my hands had moved from hers; one was softly gripping a handful of hair, tilting her head at a certain angle so that she was mind to take advantage of, and the other was slipping down her back, down to her rear, where it cupped her softly.

I hesitantly broke the kiss but my lips never moved more than an inch from her as I brushed my lips gently against her jaw and began to trail kisses up and down her neck, moving down as far as I could without hitting her shirt.

The kisses were getting slower, softer, until eventually I pulled away from her and my eyes found hers. I let both of my hands move from their previous positions so that I could replace both of them on her cheeks. I brushed my thumb across the skin on her cheek as I did so, a soft smile finding its place atop of my lips. If you had told me a few hours ago that I would be sharing one of the most passionate kisses I've ever had in my life with Symone Davenport, I would'a laughed right in your face and probably would've slapped you for it, but here I was with Sym in my arms and the feeling of her lips still lingering gently on mine.

It was amazing, I can tell you that; I could quite easily get used to it.

"I can quite honestly say that I have never felt so confident around a girl before," I said with a brief smirk. I leaned in and placed another short, although it did linger, kiss on her lips. "If this is what you do to me, then I never want it to end." I honestly meant that. I knew before the kiss that I had feelings for her, sure, but only after the kiss did I realise just how strong these feelings actually were. It was something much more than just a crush... The obsessiveness, protectiveness, the way I fantasised about what the future would look like if we actually ended up together. I'd never really paid much attention to the idea of anything more than crushing on someone, at least not before today.

"Be with me, Symone," I said, more as a question and a plead than an order. I pressed my forehead against hers once more, my eyes closing.

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"Of course, I will," she replied, softly, and my entire body warmed up just hearing it. I couldn't seem to wipe away the pleased expression that now found refuge on my face. It was then that my hands dropped from her cheeks, my forehead moved from hers and she brought herself closer to me, finding comfort in my arms. I wrapped them around her and held her close, kissing the top of her head softly before I rested my cheek there. It was a long while before either of us moved from that position, because honestly I could stay there for years if I could and I reckon she could too. Symone looked up at me through her deep, chocolate-brown eyes and it put an even wider smile on my face.

"We should get to the Palace, so we can find out what's going on," she finally said and I nodded slowly. I unwrapped my arms from around her but kept one around her waist as I turned in the direction of the Palace. Slade had already started walking by that point and I had no idea where I was going so I just decided to follow him, and Sym of course. Slade lead us to where his mother was and I looked down at the ground for a moment. "Erieda," I said, speaking up a bit. "I want to apologise for how I acted earlier. I know you were only acting in Sym's best interest and I was ignorant of that." I looked up at her. "I want to protect her too, y'know. More so now than ever before." I was sort of gesturing to how Sym and I were both stood, our arms hooked around each other.

Slade rolled his eyes and sighed. "Okay, so what's going on then, Mom? What do these vampire freaks want with Sym?" he asked.