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[BRYONY CATE MOONBERRY]

If there was a word to describe Bryony Moonberry's mood lately that word would be frigid. The dance had ended in a night of broken promise, something Bryony would have forgive at least if that had been the only crime. Perhaps she only had herself to blame, after all she was the one who seemed to have some high hopes. But it was bloody Preston Sherwood who had given her such hopes. Who did he think he was going around the way he did? Between the nickname and the constant compliments and promises Bryony had let herself get caught up in some false hope that maybe he hadn't just asked her to the dance as a last resort. Maybe she actually meant something to him.

Well that was a load of troll barf. Stupid Preston with his stupid smile and his stupid words and his stupid face. So maybe he had warned her that he was trouble, but he had also said he wasn't that bad of a guy and she should give him a chance. So this clearly was all on him. Did he think word wasn't going to get around that he was hanging around the Rosier girl? Once again she was just another name to pass up for something better. No one wanted a Moonberry, not even a bloody American.

Normally she might have gone to Sylvia, the other girl always had a way to make things better. But this was a matter that was harder to explain. After all how do you tell someone you love that you have such little respect for others like them? Maybe her mother was finally getting to her, maybe that the talk of pureblood superiority was finally clicking in her head. Was it really so wrong that she wanted to be respected just like the rest of them? That she wanted the same power that they had over others simply because of their name? Yes, these were not matters she cared to discuss with Sylvia, this was not a side of her the other girl ever needed to see.

Bryony knew she ought to let the whole thing go, forget about the beautiful boy who had charmed her and move on with life. A shame it was so easily said but not so easily done. Instead she tried to focus on her essay for elemental magic. She was searching the shelves for a book to help back up her points she was making, but she had been searching for what must have been the better part of one hour. Shelf after shelf row after row with no luck. That was still she spotted the ratty royal blue spine with gold flourished writing "There you are" she whispered before reaching up to grab it. Her fingers gazed the spine of the book, it was just out of her reach.

Well it was a good thing she was a witch, wasn't it? But just as she had pulled her wand from her robe pocket she looked up to see someone else grabbing the book before holding it out to her. She blinked as she looked at it for a moment before reaching out to take it in her hands, "Thanks, but I almost had it myself." Perhaps she could have been a bit more thankful, but her bad moods had a tendency to leak into her attitude.

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[PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD]

Shame...guilt..regret....thats what PJ felt as he walked through the hallways in search of the girl he left at the dance. Drew was probably laughing at him now, most likely because for once PJ was the one with the girl problem. He didn't even mean for it to happen, which probably made it worse. Sure he had asked Bryony to the dance because he knew she didn't have a date and yes he did leave her but he never once lied, in his letters, with his words he was being genuine. Sighing he stuffed his hands into the pocket of his jacket, even if it wasn't standard uniform. Where was the girl anyways? It seemed like he could never catch her alone.

Of course it had Parker to tell him that he was cradle robber, laying around with someone Penny's age. That when he knew exactly why she was avoiding him, he was such a douche bag. Of course he hadn't meant to hurt the girl but he did, he just had so much to deal with, he didnt have time to corner her the next day. The words he spoke to her the dance, could be seen as him running off to see another girl. Flashs of what happened...xochilt...charlie...drew...elianna they all flashed through his mind and he sighed. He had been skipping classes and going to Hunter meetings, forcing them to accept his word that he had things under control. His first full day back and this happens.

Walking into the library he looked down each aisle before he saw her attempting to get a book on a shelf way past her height limit. He watched her, waited until she was distracted and acted, taking the book down and holding it out. "I know, it seems silly for you to go through all the trouble when I could easily help"

He waited for her to look up, to hiss and glare at him. Holding his hands up in surrender he put a sheepish smile on his face "I just want to talk Ony, ten minutes please" He pleaded both hands clasped together as if he was begging...he was.

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Why him? And yet of course it was him. Bryony held the book to her chest with her arms wrapped around it tight. Maybe she could make herself smaller and just vanish away. Was he trying to torment her like this? Hadn't he done enough? Deep breath She finally looked up to meet the gaze of the gorgeous slytherin. If looks could kill then the one she gave him would surely burn.

Tongue between her teeth and pressed into her cheek she stopped herself from saying the first words that wished to spill from her lips. A lady, after all, was to refrain from vulgar language. "Well, Sherwood, thank you." She said, her tone far icier than she had ever used with the boy. One more reason she was suited for slytherin, because she could be a bloody ice queen. To think, days ago she was laughing and joking with him now she just wished she could vanish away and forget about how much she enjoyed his company.

Perhaps she was being harsh in thinking all the horrible things she was thinking about Preston. After all, you couldn't make someone like you - well actually you could, with a love potion, but that was too low. So Preston had found some other girl to lay around with and say sweet things to why should she care? Well she didn't know why, all she knew was that she cared, a lot more than she should have. But that was his fault.

She pursed her lips and narrowed her gaze. No doubt if she told him to go away he would listen. And yet, there was that tugging in her chest when she found those deep eyes of his as he begged. The smallest hint of a smirk played in the corner of her mouth. But oh how she wanted to throw it back in his face just so he knew her scorn. She shifted on her feet and decided against acting rashly and out of anger. "Fine, ten minutes." She'd hear him out. For now.

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ooc: oh preston bby she's just a girl who doesn't know any better ♥

[PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD]

Sherwood...ouch

PJ winced at the use if his last name, his eyes silently pleading for her to listen to whatever words came out of her mouth. What was he even doing there? No doubt digging himself deeper into the hole he created when he asked her to the dance, inadvertently brining her into the mess that was his life. He swore he would nevee drag someonbornness to never let go of it. He knew his time was running out as he struggled with his words but there was no idiot 101. He refused to sweet talk her, to do to her what he did to other girls who were mad at him....he wouldnt taint her...but darn it he didn't want her mad at him.

"I know I have a lot to explain, and make up for and that night I broke some promises but I never once lied to you, just keep that in mind"

Okay so he was off to a good start, he might as well start from the beginning, takinga deep breathe he moved a bit closer and stood aagainst the bookshelve, sticking his hands back in his pockets.

"My friend Drew, got into some trouble so I had to leave, a bunch of stuff happened and I ended up extremely caught up and missed the end of the dance, one thing lead to another and I was walking back to the common room and Ellie was there, I swore everyone was alseep but she wasnt and yeah, I wasnt in my right mind...sort of distracted but nothing happened" He sighed and waited for the questions to come before he continued.

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She scrunched up her face, she wanted to question if there was really all that much to explain because she felt as if she received the message loud and clear. Maybe if she wanted to burn this bridge and watch him walk out of her life she would have. Its not as if it would have been all that hard, enough rude remarks and air of uncaring and that would be it. But no matter how Preston made her blood boil in that moment she couldn't bring herself to push him away, not yet. She was tempted to take two steps back when he moved in closer, but she stood where she was and wrapped her arms even tighter around the book. Maybe her words were cold and hash as if she was actually some confident woman who thought she could walk all over the guy in front of her for making her look like a fool but inside she was feeling small. Leave it to Preston Sherwood.

"I don't care that you broke your silly little promise." That was a lie. "At least I didn't. Mostly." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in attempts to try and sort out her words. Stupid boy with his stupid smile and his stupid eyes. She opened her eyes again and looked back at Preston doing her best to keep the traces of her weaknesses hidden. "What I mean is, you had to help Drew, I get that. You have...obligations, trust me, I get that. There are some things that are more important that stupid dances with foolish girls." Her words came out slightly less bitter than the rest had been, but the underlying tone of annoyance was still there. It was unfair of her, but he was being unfair too. Maybe he hadn't lied but, leading her on - wasn't that the same thing.

"Nothing happened? Didn't really sound like nothing, but who am I to say, after all we're just friends so why should it even matter to me?" She shook her head and looked away. Maybe nothing did happen, but some times nothing was a lot more than nothing. Ellie was there, just like she had just been there. That was all she was to him, someone who was there for his convince. "Why'd you try so hard, Preston, if you were just going to throw it all away? Why'd you have to make me think that...forget it." The nickname, that silly wrist flower, the promises. And she had wondered why people called him a heart-breaker? She couldn't bring herself to look him in the eyes so she kept her gaze on the book shelf. She wanted to be mad at him, she was, but she was more mad at herself. This was so unfair. "Why couldn't you just let me be mad at you...why do have to do this and act like I'm bloody imporant or something!"

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[PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD]

Life was never easy

PJ was reminded of this very fact as he listened to her use words to cut him. The worst part was it was unintentionally and completely called for, he deseved it. He analyze the way she held on to the book like a life line, the way her eyes had this hard edge to them..her eyes his favourite part of her. She wouldn't even meet his eyes unless she was sure she wouldn't break. PJ felt as if he should act oblivious to her pretending....forget the years posture reading and allow her this small battle...so he did. Secretly hating himself more for the trouble he caused her.

"You're not foolish and, I just didn't want you to get involved, I barely escape serious trouble.Obligations aren't a reason to run, its just always better to deal with them when they appear."

He felt horrid and he knew she deserved more of an explanation than Ellie did, so he would try and sugar coat it best he could. She deserved a lot, and part of him the sinister, evil part of him that had beenore present in his mind since that night wanted him to seal the deal to just embrace the fact that he was now the boy mothers feared their daughter's would become addicted to.

Consequences of the snake pit

"How much did you know, im pretty sure the rumour mill has a story....I havent heard it. Ony....as cliched as it sounds.....im...it's....you deserved better...you're so much better than this...me."

She had to understand that he wasn't good for her, maybe he was selfish. Maybe he wanted to keep her in his life and friendship was the only way. Hell maybe he wanted her to hate him and never talk to him. PJ had done research afterthe Xochilt fiasco, she wasn't the only hidden beast at school. He was doing this for her but even he knew he was stuck with his own guilt and hero complex.

Ouch, she was taking no prisioners

"That's the point, I wasn't trying hard, I wasn't pretending to be someone one im not, I told you that they might be right in some regards, I never denied being a jerk, or thick or a general player but I wasn't trying to play you, you made it so easy to he relaxed...to forget about everything. It wasn't a hardship x it was effortless and I never meant to lead you on, things happen...my life is so fast paced."

He ran a hand through his hair, cryptic and confusing...great this was turning into a high school drama, he didn't want that.

please dont hide...

Ony, look at me please"

Whole school will know before dinner time

"You are important, even now you're important to me. Im not saying that I didn't lead you on because I can tell that's how you feel and thats incredibly wrong, I cant undo that, if you wanna be the be mad, ill beg for forgiveness if I have to, its not like the school wont know whats going on by dinner, hell ill beg you in front of the whole school to forgive me, shame and embarrassment means nothing for those who are important."

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Preston was perhaps the most infuriating guy she had ever met. Where did he get off insisting he knew what was best for her, or how he knew what she deserved, how did he think he knew what she needed in her life and what she didn't? But instead of commenting she bit her tongue and let him speak his peace. She listened to him go on but all it was doing was making her blood boil. Bryony had always prided herself on being able to compartmentalize her emotions, but this time she couldn't. She slammed the book down on the book shelf. 'Ony, look at me please' So she looked. She looked at the beautiful boy who was causing a storm of emotions in her chest.

But looking wasn't good enough, no she stepped right up to him and pushed at his shoulders. No she wasn't as strong as him but she was trying to send a message. Maybe if she was his size she would have pinned him up against the books before going on. She looked right at him her face a mix of so many feelings. "Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?" she hissed through gritted teeth, she felt like she was right on top of him being this close. Maybe during the dace they had been this close but there was an entirely different feeling for her in this moment. "You tell me time and time again how you are the worst thing for me but then you turn it around and ask me to keep you in my life!" She felt as if she was burning white hot but she kept her voice low, there was no need for the librarian to come an interrupt this right now. "I don't even know what I want to do more - hex you, hit you, or-or something else." Her chest heaved as she took a shallow breath, she had so many mixed feelings about the guy in front of her. So many.

"Would you beg for me Preston?" She said raising up on her tip toes her face moving closer to his, her eyes locking with his. "Why go though so much trouble for a girl who you just keep trying to push away?" Did she want him to beg? Well there was a part that would get so much satisfaction from watching him do so in front of everyone - especial Rosier. Still being this close to him made her feel like she was on fire. hadn't she done enough if he was willing to beg? "You make me so crazy Preston..."

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ooc: >.> this is a side of bryony i did not expect to see

[PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD]

Anger, just sizzling beneath the surface

Pj shouldn't have been amused, he couldn't help it though, when she slammed the book down a small snort came out of his mouth. But when her eyes met his he stiffened it was there, the fire that would surely burn out the deeper any involvement with him became. His uncle's wife was unhappy and was he not the by product if years and years if conditioning. How many times did people tell him how much he was like his uncle...too much. She stepped towards him, a lion stalking, not a snake slithering and he remembered no prisoners. She pushed his shoulders and he humored her, then she moved untill there was no space between them and PJ had to remind himself of his choices. He could be selfish...but not this selfish he would live with his choices.

She made him....human?

"Im trying and failing to be humble, its not madness...it's emotions....im not trying to make you crazy, im just trying to ."

Of course he felt slightly sick at her words, he had not intended to have this kind of effect on her. He had unintentionally found a wallflower, and did the wrong thing. He wasn't the type to prey on the weak, at least not like this. He wasn't a stranger of using seduction because the body was a great weapon, but he wasn't the type to play with a girls emotions for kicks.

Mixed signals were like mixed drinks, they made you dizzy

"Im selfish Ony, I'm telling you that I want you in my life but I know my life isn't good for you, its not even good for me, but im stuck. Im telling you to get away and maybe im pushing you away, maybe because I don't want to be selfish, but Bryony....im not in the position to choose the right thing, ill always look out for myself."

There's nothing scarier than a woman scorn

"Is that what you want? Me to beg? Darling dont start something you cant finish, I can see the wheels turning in your eyes. See, ill beg...plead....do what it takes to keep you in my life, if that's what you want."

it was all adrenaline, he probably should've went to sleep

He brought a hand to her waist unconsciously, and the other to fix a strand of her hair. When he spoke again his voice had a darker hint to it.

"I'll do it but I assumed you've made your choice, that against the warning you'll want to be friends...or confidants...or just whatever no matter how dark it gets. I know that if I tried I can trust you, or rather talk to you...it's not. Question of if ill beg, its a question if can you handle the consequences."

He stepped back, and handed her the book a question in his eyes, willing her to make the right choice, he wasnt sure what that was. He didn't know What was right and what wrong...not anymore.

don't back down...

her to make the right choice, he wasnt sure what that was. He didn't know What was right and what wrong...not anymore.

don't back down...

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Was it so wrong to want to make him bleed and then lick his wounds? She took one of her hands and drew two of her fingers up his chest. "I'm starting to think they are one in the same - madness and emotion...." Maybe she was drunk off his energy. Wasn't that a thing? Feeding off one another? Chemistry of a car crash. Or were her true colors finally starting to show? Years of being over looked and underestimated, maybe if people saw how she really could be they wouldn't be so quick to dismiss her. Even the moon had a darkside.

A soft smile tugged at her lips as he went on about being selfish and looking out for himself. Bryony breathed out a faint laugh before moving her mouth to his ear, "If you're so selfish, Preston, then why are you trying so hard to look out for me?" Her voice a low whisper just for him. Her hand running up his chest. The more he pushed the more she longed to pull. Maybe it was all adrenaline. Or maybe it was this fire burning in her. She inhaled sharply when his hand went to her waist but she didn't pull away. No he was caught in the spell of the moment unsure how things had even gotten to this point.

"Don't forget, you came into my life first. You pushed your way in, every action as consequences." Her voice no more than a breath as she threw his own words back at him. Was she even thinking anymore? Or was this all instinct? Was she fighting just to fight? Fighting him to hold on to him? Just what point was she even trying to prove anymore? She watched as he stepped away, taking a deep breath in the new found air.

"Have I? You make it sound like the worst choice in the world..." She said stepping towards him. She took the book with one hand, her pupils dilated in such a way you might have thought her eyes were black. She let the book slip from her hand to the floor. "You don't think I can handle you, do you?" Her tone almost a mockery. Maybe she really couldn't but unless he was willing to prove it she was set to think otherwise.

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[PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD]

Chaotic...poisonous...that's what the Atmosphere around them...what where they doing?

PJ let her run her hands up his chest, all hints of amusement gone and replaced with something unidentifiable. He didn't understand how they go to this point...wasnt he trying to apologize? He was but she had given him ten minutes and she was distracting him, getting him off topic and that wasnt good. For a strong as he was, PJ had a weakness but he would not allow this to be a triangle. He wouldn't hurt either girl, not if he had a choice.

"Is that how you're feeling you get used to it, being pulled in a bunch if direction but needing to pick one, you either pick...or ignore them"

His voice was sad, haunted why was he givining her the beginning of the hunter lectures. She made him crazy....she made him honest, slightly dark and it intoxicating. She fed the flames the same way Drew did but in a slightly different way. The small girl caused him to try and pull himself in both directions.

She's playing with explosives

He looked down at her not willing to back down in this moment and he smirked darkly, she didn't understand. He was looking out for him just in a slightly different way. On one hand he was being selfish keeping her in his life, but ruining the small bit of innocence he rigured he had, on the other hand he was being selfless, giving her up even though he couldn't not talk to the younger girl...what was it with him a younger girls.

She was going to kill him, this was complicated

"Not intentionally, yes I found a away to push into your life but I hadn't mean to drag you into mine. Its not the same thing, its not a double standard...you dont know...ugh its hard to explain"

He ran a hand through his short hair and sighed the space between them made it easier to remember exactly why he was here. She needed to tell him to stay away he needed her to be the responsible one because this was another responsibility he didn't want. The difference was that he wouldnt begrudgingly accept it he refused.

"Believe it or not Ony it has nothing to with you and me and our compatibility, or whether you can handle me. Its not that simple but no I dont think you can handle what being close to me entitles. I've seen it break the strongest people I know, I....respect you...admire you even....I don't want to see that light burned out"

Why was she so stubborn?

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'You get used to it, being pulled in a bunch if direction but needing to pick one, you either pick...or ignore them'

She wasn't even going to grace him wit how this was a feeling she had her entire life. Pulled between her pureblood mother and her innocent half-breed cousin. She refused to think of Sylvia right now though. In some ways mother had been right, Sylvia did make her weak, she made her soft. She helped preserve that innocent inside her that so easily got consumed by moments like this one. Maybe if he had wanted to prevent a triangle he should have thought about that before creating one. She could feel herself burning bright again.

"Not a double - It is too a double standard! How is this," she pointed between them, "on me?" You know I had no expectations going into this, not until you went ahead and gave me expectations - so don't tell me its not the bloody same thing because to me it is." Why did he have to make her feel this strongly? It was much easier to be nothing but mad when he was away but when he was around he took up the air and made it hard to think, made it hard to breathe. He made her emotions run high and her blood rush and it felt like the swilling would never stop. At the same time a was rush to feel her heart beat of fiercely in her chest.

"See Preston - you don't even get why I'm mad you because you are so wrapped up in this...thing that is so big and terrifying that you can't tell me. I am not a child! I can handle much more than you think I can!" There was that feeling again, that want to hurt him and kiss him all at the same time. It was almost a struggle to get her voice low as she wanted nothing more than to scream at him for being such a thick headed egotistical jerk, and yet even that was not a satisfying enough idea. "If you say you trust me than why don't you actually show it for once and tell me what really is going on. What makes you so scary that I should forget everything you make me feel?"

Would he deny her and go back on yet another thing he had said? She didn't know, everything about this moment felt unpredictable. Everything about him felt unpredictable. He was that guy mother's wanted their daughters to stay away from, the guy that was an addiction; and she was one more girl who found herself caught up in his path. Maybe it was irresponsible. Maybe keeping him in her life would be damaging. But maybe these were risks she was willing to take. Maybe, she was far more capable than he thought. Or maybe they underestimated each other.

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[PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD]

she wasn't getting it

Stuffing his hands further down his pockets until the material pushed against his hunter knife, he was reminded of what he was trying to do. Though if he was trying to burn the bridges he had unknowingly built then why was he apologizing? Even he was confused at that even if the answer was clear. He wanted her to choose he didnt want this to be because he had messed up but because of their live choices. He wanted her to walk away because she knew she couldn't walk down his path with him, they weren't meant to be friends or anything else...just echoes of each others past, so why were they trying to mend whatever it was they had.

Maybe it is the same thing, im not saying it's all in your head, im not saying it's your fault...its mine. I wanted to be something im not, I wanted to be your hero...your savior but im not, you deserve way more than I can offer and whether you want to decided for yourself isnt relevant...at least not at the moment. Ill wreck you....ill always be the villian. I need you to be the responsible one, im begging you to be the responsible one....im Dangerous."

He was walking the line, the one they blurred so beautifully

He looked at her, something dark lurking in his eyes, something...he never let out
..not unless he was in the right company. His voice took taunting tone slightly mocking with a hint of seduction, she could handle more than he thought? It wasnt a question of what she could handle. How could she handle a life he was raised in when he couldn't even handle it without pretending?

How he wished he was that naivee

Could you turn your back on your family? The ones you hold dear and would kill for? What about your cousins..I know what she is. Could you turn your wand on her....utter a spell so unforgivable you can never take it back? Could you live with the guilt...the scar on your soul? I dont think you could."

She brought out the darkness in him, he thought he hide it so well.

He was trapped in a situation...one that he could get out and his mind went into over drive. How did you tell someone that you werent what they thought you were? How did you admit to killing...stealing the lives of people who did nothing wrong? What was the right way to admitted to being the thing if nightmares, being something you're demons ran from? She had no idea what she was asking him...so he stepped forward and put his lips to her ear, barely whispering to her the answer she wanted so badly.

Be careful what you wished for

im a killer, Ony

He smirked at her, wand moved to stand against a bookshelf take a random book and tossing it into air, and catching it. He repeated that action as if he hadn't said something sinister. He dared her to run, to call his bluff...accuse him of lying.

Trained...conditioned...for sport....born to be one...can you handle that Bryony?"

She made him fifty shades of crazy, thirty shades of angry, and eighty shades of downright frustrated

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Note: Sorry, I just....he just they're killing me and Dark PJ just appeared... idm how that happened

[BRYONY CATE MOONBERRY]

He was suffocating her with every fiber of his being. He made her dizzy with all his words, no with all his contradictions. Left and right he threw them and she was stuck - no entangled. She was entangled in his mess. Of course she should have realized he was poison but she choose ignorance at his request. She disregarded every known fact, well rumor, about him simply because he asked. The damage was done, he had ensnared her like a fox in a trap. So what was she to do? Chew of her limb or accept what ever was coming with out fear? Was there even a choice?

His words made her head spin all the more. He had a tongue of silver and knew just the words to say and how to say it. It makes her push aside reasons and ignore her better judgement. He claims he wants her to be the responsible one but his words have already drawn her in to deep. All he has done is stir her up all the more. Her heart stuttering on its every beat. How can he expect her to just forget his initial request to ignore all her preconceptions about him. Doing what he asked of her had already led to this tightening feeling in her chest, so why would she decide to do it all over again? So she could suffer more?

As she tries to prepare a retort in her spinning mind she finds her breath catching in her chest as her eyes find his, a moment of clarity as she gazes into the abyss that lays beyond his shimmering pools. It starts with a tingle, she knows something is coming. She's seen this before, her mother's eyes. And yet he catches her off guard. There is a falter in her look as her true weakness laid out bare in front of her.

Sylvia.

She presses her lips together tightly recovering as quickly as she can from his questions. He knows. He knows what she hoped out never come out. Maybe Sylvia was fine with some knowing. But not Bryony. She raises her finger to him, her jaw clenched tight. "You know nothing about her." She spit the words at him almost struggling to keep them quiet. "She is nothing like those filthy vermin - nothing!" A blessing and a curse all in one. That was what Sylvia was. Born of a wolf, forever to be looked upon as filth by their world. It was why she had wished to take her away from here when school was over. Hide her from those who might think her to be just like the beast that her mother was. Bryony used to love her aunt. She loved her till her mother hardened her heart and made her see the world through different eyes. Eyes less pure than those she had looked with when it was her and Sylvia. "Don't you ever make that instigation about her again. She can walk under a moon just like you are I - so, don't."

Her eyes were a new fire. Maybe she couldn't kill Sylvia, maybe she never would be able to, but there was no doubt that Bryony would kill - except maybe her reasons were all wrong. In that moment she wanted to hate him. She wanted to threaten him - no, not threaten, promise. Promise all those terrible things she would see done to him were he to lay a finger on the girl. To what lengths was she willing to go to provide sanctuary for the girl? But no threats spilled from her tongue. How could she talk when he was stealing her breath??

He was upon her, constricting like the snake he was. She intakes a breath sharply as she feels his breath hot like fire in her ear. It sent a tingle down her spine that resonated through her entirety. The hairs on her neck rose on end and her arms covered in shiver bumps even though she did not feel cold. 'Im a killer, Ony' And just like that the pieces start falling into place. The rumors she had disregarded, pushed into the back of her mind, ignored at his own request. She knows exactly what he is. Her mouth feels numb, her tongue useless when she needs it most.

Its no wonder her mother had been so pleased she'd caught the eye of a Sherwood. She caught the eye of a hunter. Of all the people. She knew she should have felt sick. But she didn't. She should have run, she should have gone to Sylvia and told her they needed to leave. But she didn't. She should have been scared. But she wasn't. She had thought him to be some addiction any mother would fear, but he was just the sort her mother had been craving for her to find.

It was wrong, all of it. But how long could she fight? How long was she going to try and hold on to the blissful innocence that the word had slowly been crushing into nothing? Maybe this was her wake up call. Maybe it was time she give up and realize just where she should have been standing all along. She watched him as he acted like this was nothing. Maybe thats how it needed to be. She wasn't sure what she was feeling, but she knew one thing. In no way was she shocked. "You're not just a killer." She paused, finding her voice as quickly as she could. "You're a hunter."

She stared at the beautiful man who she should have hated. He was the type of man she did everything to protect her best friend from. And yet she had led him right to her. Her heart still stuttered as she watched him, she felt too much but mostly she felt that pull, that pull deep inside that was trying to tug her in every which direction and she was stuck not knowing which way was truly right.

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tag: PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD
ooc: you are killing me marie, slowly killing me

[PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD]

Electrified

PJ felt....on fire like every part of his body wanted to break every rule for proper library etiquette, not to mention general public protocol. She was so stubborn, could she not see what he was subtly building her up for? Did she not see how readable she was, she couldn't fight the subtle darkness in him then how could she stay sane when dealing with the full deal? His chest felt tight and it had nothing to with his heart, his emotions were pushed down....he couldnt allow them to cloud his judgement but the fire in her eyes. He couldn't, he wouldn't...he would do her this one act of kindness and help her protect her cousin. Even if it was for purely selfish reasons, why was she still there? Did she not understand she had to run. He wanted her to run, to refuse to look at him.

Let the games began

This wasn't the first time the mouse had helped the lion, but when the mouse suddenly morphed into a lamb, so innocent and tempting...it was tough for the lion to show gratitude. She should've listened, like before when he asked her to keep an open mind, to judge for herself. Yet here she was making the wrong choices, she was forcing him to choose and he was angry, amused, impressed...and electrified. He saw it, in her eyes...the weakness and the lion went in for the kill. He smirked a small laugh escaped his lips full of dark humor, what was she going to do if she couldn't even walk away from him?

they played with fire, and now they were burning

Oh? I know nothing? Darling I know everything, what makes them tick, hurt, run in fear. They're all the same, no matter what form they take during the full moon they're all the same. She's just like the rest, one bad apple spoils the bunch...one drop of tainted blood spoils all of it. Your more naive than I thought if you think it matters, if the right people find out....you wont have to worry about your weakness. Just think at how easy it was for me to find it....that should tell tou something."

What was he doing? He couldn't think, he couldn't reel in his monster. He wouldn't back down, he gave her a chance, if she choose to walk away, he would need leverage for her silence. That would help sleep later when all he had was his thoughts. This was the reason his mother couldn't look him in the eyes, the reason his brother didn't want him to know that he had been bitten. The signs were there, he was a monster but a different kind. The worst kind, the one who could wear so many faces but at the end of the day always revert back to his true one. Beautifully broken and unable to remember a time when he hadn't harboured hatred for those...abominations. they were the reason he never got to be a normal child.

Some puzzles weren't meant to be pieced together."

PJ could practical hear the click, snap and snick of the pieces falling together, and being taped to a board. There was no undoing this, this wasnt a jigsaw puzzle they could take apart and put back together. He wondered if her heartbeat was beating as fast as his was. He wished he knew if the pounding of her heart winded her everytime it beat against her rib cage, because his did. His eyes never left her as his smirk turned into a smile...a sarcastic...sadistic smile that made him breathless...he hoped it stole hers also.

Worse, im next in line to head the family of the wizarding worlds deadliest hunters, ruthless, do you think we care about half, fourth and eighths? A werewolf is a werewolf...a vampire a vampire and filth is filth. Im also a pureblood, do you think my cleaning efforts only extend to bloodsuckers and Dogs?

He caught the book once more before laying it down on the shelf, he looked at her through clouded eyes, he had comitted so many sins in this one conversation he wasn't sure if he could play it off as innocent anymore.

What if she was the only one who could save?

You didn't anwer my question Ony, can you handle it? Can you walk the path beside me, be in my my life knowing the dirt in my fingers in most likely dried blood? Could you be my friend, my confidant knowing I could kill your cousin and get away with

If she was the only one, what hope did he have if she gave in to the darkness?"

BRYONY CATE MOONBERRY
Occ: dude...you're killing me...bad bonzi >.<

[BRYONY CATE MOONBERRY]

It only takes a spark to ignite a wildfire.

Each beat of her heart was quicker than the one before. Her chest felt constraining on the organ, as if it was too small the house it. The sobering moments in an emotional drunken state brought no good. There was no turning back from this, no hiding and pretending it had never happened. There would be no forgetting. Mixed emotions ran wild in her soul, twisting her in every which direction. Her thoughts were warped and running thick like a muddy river. What was she to make of everything? What was she to even do?

Minutes ago this had been a simple issue of teenage jealousy. Envy of a girl much prettier than herself. But this matter had become far more real, far more personal, and it had done this all too fast. She wanted to hate him, wanted to hurt him, wanted to some how show she was not this weak little girl he was playing her out to be. She wanted to be recognized as a force that he could not shake down. But Syliva -

How could she burn so hot and yet feel so cold? She couldn't have hid her fear completely from him, she could only hope he didn't know the signs. It was a fools wish. He could read her like a book, that much was becoming clearer with each sobering moment in his presence. Before she realized what she was doing her feet had moved her to be close to him again her hand raised ready to slap him. But before her palm could strike his face she stopped. How she hated him in that moment. Hated him for what he had said. For what he had done to her. What he was doing to her. And yet, she didn't hate him at all.

'If the right people find out....' Why had he said it like that? Was he not the right (or the wrong) person to find out? 'I wanted to be your hero...your savior' The smallest pieces in this endless puzzle - meaningless words and yet, it was these statements that were ringing the loudest in her mind. So she draws her hand back all her fingers, except her fore finger, curling up before she points it in his face like a warning. "I am not naive." Her words have no backing, they are just words she spits at him out of frustration and anger. Words that are said in order to hold her true words back. Empty threats were useless though when he could see right through her.

He was a wolf in sheep's clothing, and she had fallen for it. But he had shed his skin and shown her his true colors. She was entangled by her own choosing. A victim so willing. She stared breathlessly at the wolf before her, entranced with his bared grin. She always knew devils were the most beautiful, a fallen angels who had been most beloved, she just had never expected to knowingly encounter one first hand.

His words feel upon her ears but she hardly took notice. Her racing pulse deafened her ears as she struggled to find the breaths he had stolen. Lips pressed tight together she closed her eyes hoping to find some clarity away from the abyss of his she found herself so easily sucked into. 'You didn't answer my question Ony' She finds the will to look at him again. How many sides of him had she seen? How many more sides were to come? He was right, he was going to wreak her, and she was not about to stop him from doing so.

"I thought you already knew my answer." She stands as tall as she can manage. She had showed enough weakness, but no doubt he can see through her pathetic cover up. "The blood on your hands won't keep me up at night, your actions are your own. Not mine." She pursed her lips as she wondered if he even believed her. After all, no doubt she would find him lurking in the back of her nightmares and deepest fears now. "Though, let me make one thing clear Preston, I will kill you anyone - including you -who lays a finger on her." Maybe she was weak. Maybe she would always be weak so long as she kept Sylvia in her life. But old habits died hard. She reached past him to pick up the book he had grabbed for her at the start of this whole mess.

"Now, get on your knees. Unless you some how don't need my forgiveness now - actually no, I still want you to beg." It was pacification she was after. Her mind was still swimming in countless thought after thought. He owed her this moment, at the very least, even though after everything that was said it would change nothing. Sylvia was still in danger and it was partly her fault. And she was still was going to walk beside the man who slaughtered those like her dear Sylvia as if it was sport. Who was the real monster here? It was a question she didn't dare try to answer because the truth no doubt would hurt more than she could bear.

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tag: PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD
ooc: i'm killing you? you're killing me D;