She's morphine, queen of my vaccine

[ARCHER ORION ABNER]

HOLY HELL SHE HITS HARD

He looked a bit confused, Perhaps stunned even. Blinking several times he noted that the left eye was not exactly cooperating. BLOODY HELL, that sodding little tink made it swell. Oh Hell no. I can’t get a black eye from some yapping little Tink.

As if he could somehow magically get his eye to work past the impending swelling with just his pride alone he attempted to blink past the pain and tried focus to see exactly if she was holding something in that small hand of hers before she took a swing at him.
Oh now.. Don’t stop acting like a lady just because there crowd is smaller now Agnes.. I know the crowd is not what your used to be but I can assure you that this lot can throw Knuts while you undress the same as the ones you normally entertain.

Well if he wanted a reaction he got one, and he knew it the moment the five foot six vampires bore her fangs at him. He had heard several things about Agnes. The first being that she had made a large name for herself as a private entertainer with specialties in contortion, and burlesque she had risen up from the slums of Denmark to be a favored consort for many of the Nordic National Quidditch Team. Well that is where Archer had found her, and asked her to join him back in his home, thus upsetting a few of the team members on of which was their captain Reedus Halstrom whom considered Agnes his personal girlfriend.
Fast forward three weeks, and it’s a serious case of buyer’s remorse on both their parts to the point it boiled out publically in the Leaky Cauldron and was currently creating a lovely seen for the various patrons.

Barely dodging the thick glass that Agnes had thrown at his head Archer sighed as he was caught in a difficult position he had been raised not to raise his hand to the weaker sex, but with that thing literally seething on the top of a upturned table in the corner of the seedy bar he found himself seriously debating that upbringing. Surely if it meant tarnishing his bloodlines permanently it would be justifiable to raise his wand and set that bloody hag on fire.
Within the next three minutes Archer found out was honestly best that he didn’t think about such things when he was faced with a livid vamp because the she beast with the agility and grace of a barreling intoxicated wildebeest, well regardless of how agile she was not it didn’t take her a few seconds of thoughts to see he was indeed playing with the idea of hexing her, which had somehow ignited those slum living reflects as she had him disarmed and sprawled out in the corner with her small frame perched on his chest.

With her wand twitching dangerously in his face he thought that he was indeed looking at the worst case scenario with the aspect of his mother having to have a close casket type of sendoff for him, however with that demented gleam in her eyes as she slowly re-aimed that wand of hers at a more fragile precious section of his body and began offering an assortment of stinging curses he found out he was wrong.. Because that hag was going to torture him, while biting and infecting him.
He currently needed and prayed not so silently for help, however he caught site of a shadow move and a signal being sent out via the wand signaling need of emergency law- enforcement. Naturally the thought if he could somehow hold Agnes at bay and keep the raging vamp from biting him than in moments his torture would be over.
Sadly Archer had no concept of how very wrong he could be.

Wordcount: six fifty
Notes: He really has a way with women
Tag: Your it..

[REGAN CLEO ROSS]

After a long day at work Regan was looking for a place to sort of relax. She had some paper work to finish up but mostly she had some free time on her hands before she would head home to get some sleep. Being an Auror always meant long days and nights with little sleep. Especially if one wanted to advance in the field. Regan decided to go to the Leaky Cauldron which could be a hit or miss in the relaxing department. At times the place could be perfect to drink some coffee and grab some food while reading or completing any other task that required a quiet atmosphere. Other times it could end up being a typical pub with raging lunatics; sometimes Regan could even be one of them. Either way, Regan had become very skilled in tuning out her surroundings while noticing signs of trouble.

Entering the pub she found a seat in one of the corners next to a window. The remaining sunlight of the day was gleaming through the window which she used to her advantage to finish the report she had been working on for some time. A cold cup of coffee sat on the table keeping company with the half eaten sandwich on the plate. Dinner was never much of a meal for Regan; by this point her appetite was usually suppressed. A scattered pile of papers filled the remaining space on the oak table some had multiple red marks on them and others had pictures. Regan finished the final remarks on the report and gathered the paperwork, organizing them before placing them in a folder. She slipped the folder in her bag and grabbed the coffee. As the cold coffee hit her mouth she spit it back in the cup. Grabbing the attention of the waiter she smiled before speaking. "I guess I must of been working longer than I thought. The coffee has now gone cold and I can't stand it. Nothing like something being cold that is suppose to be hot. Just seems out of place, you know?" Regan was a bit of a motor mouth and could talk about anything to anyone. "Anyways, could I please have a new cup, if it wouldn't be too much trouble. I know you have a lot of costumers, but I am one of them, however don't feel the need to rush. I'm in no hurry, although you might be with all your costumers." Regan spewed. Grabbing the cup and handing it to the poor waiter who looked slightly annoyed. "I'm just going to run to the bathroom." She told the waiter before they turned to leave.

Regan went to the bathroom and spent a moment checking her reflection in the mirror. Her long brown hair was tied up into a quick and messy bun. She wore a white blouse, the two top buttons undone since work had ended, and a pair of black jeans. Her outfit was sort of ordinary but it was her place not to really stand out. Something Regan was use to considering she spent a lot of her time in the shadows, her nose in a book. People rarely took notice to her in the past except when she was being tormented, mostly by Archer Abner. A sneer came over her features as she thought of him. She was glad it had been a few years since she seen him last. Actually, Regan felt as if she got a bit of revenge on him during their last encounter. The fact that she had been sent to help him due to a girlfriend going nuts on him and stranding him on the roof naked was the sort of thing she needed to witness. It was her turn to poke fun at him and Regan let him have it, although she had to remain slightly professional considering she was on the job.

Giving herself a final check, Regan washed her hands and exited the bathroom. As she opened the door she immediately heard shouting and a commotion. She withdrew her wand, preparing for whatever scene she would find. Before turning the corner to survey the pub she heard the voice of someone she did not find pleasing. With a sigh she walked around the corner to see a woman, a vampire, perched on top of a pathetic excuse for a man, Archer Abner. Regan almost place her wand back in its restraints. Why on earth should she help him? She was off duty after all and it wasn't really her problem. But in all honesty Regan was not the type of person to just leave someone when they needed help even if that person was the least deserving to receive her aide. With a small flick of her wand and rather quietly Regan cast the disarming spell. She really should of just allowed the vampire to mutilate his parts however Regan knew she was doing the right thing. "Miss, as much as I know this guy is an arse, hurting him is not worth it. Actually, he really isn't worth anything. Not me helping him or you hurting him. Just think of him as an insignificant spec because giving him any type of attention, good or bad, just strokes his useless ego." Regan said to the unknown vampire as her wand fell to the floor.

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[ARCHER ORION ABNER]

“NICE ROSS.. REAL NICE.. “
He croaked out looking severely pissed.. “ Like it isn’t bad enough that she threatening to turn my bits inside out. MERLIN DON’T SHE DON’T need to have a bloody cheering squad while she does it. “

Honestly as if this wasn’t a perfect example of what his luck was like. Honestly here he was in a dive bar with, what he considered the dredges of humanity, He was there with a girl whom was threatening to castrate him NO it wasn’t bad enough. He could even overlook the fact that he had been ladling booze down the hag that was perched on top of him. Yes even that he was willing over look as possibly bad timing. But what made this absolute rotten luck was now that fanged hag whom was threatening his favorite appendage now had her very own cheer leader.

Agnes watched the Regan with look of mixed interest, even from his less than ideal position he could gauge that things were about to get a whole lot worse least in his perspective. Why would he assume that things were going to get worse it was the amount of time that Agnes looked over Regan. He knew a jealous woman’s glance he had seen it enough times to know the signs.

“Its not what you think Agnes.. “
He said opting to reason with the irate Vampire rather than that of Regan Ross who probably wouldn’t only pay to see him castrated but would likely pony up the money to get his bits stuffed and framed and mounted on her wall back at home..

He looked up as Agnes jerked his chin up with the end of her wand.. He was thankful that she had at least opted to move that thing. “ Dis whom your exchanging letter now.. Dis whom your burning jour ittle love letters from.. “
He looked at Agnes hoping that she would take this moment to at least disarm the vampire. Though he should have known better as Regan might be a bitch, but at least she was a consistent one. However in that next second he saw the wand fly from Anges’s hands. Which set the little vamp off she was off his chest and in Regan’s face the next minute hissing things that even he didn’t know in Russian.

[REGAN CLEO ROSS]

Why did it seem that of all places Regan went she constantly ran into her past? Was it too much to ask for her and Archer not to cross paths as it was before her job called upon her to rescue him? Regan had come to the Leaky Cauldron to relax and finish some necessary paper work. Even though her work load was finished that did not mean she wanted to be bothered by such as scene. Regan could just walk away and act as if she was never there however Regan was sure if Archer lost his man hood to this vampire and she did nothing to help him he would report her. Regan hardly needed a mark on her record, not that she had any currently, she just did not want to get into the habit of throwing her record to the dogs. Achieving a higher status in her career was Regan's ultimate goal. Archer than accused her of being the vampire's cheerleader. She was rather peppy sometimes but that did not mean she was the raw, raw type, especially in a situation like this. As much as Regan despised Archer, she would not stand by and watch him become a unich. Regan had an innate nature to help people who were in need even if the person that needed her assistant was a womanizing piece of crap. "I am not a cheer leader." Regan said to Archer. "Do you see me standing her with pom poms jumping up and down and chanting a merry little cheer as she hacks your man hood off?" She questioned. "I know I can be a bit peppy but I am definitely more bad ass than a freaking cheer leader, okay!?" Regan huffed wanted nothing more than to turn her wand on him and perhaps turn him into a girl herself and show him what a cheerleader truly looked like.

"It is just like you to insult your rescue. Perhaps you can just find a way to get out of your mess on your own." Regan suggested. Regan was going to keep arguing with Archer, something she could not prevent herself from doing most times, however the woman standing over Archer was now glaring at her. Jeez, these two are a match both putting off their help. Regan thought. "Seriously, stop staring at me like that. I have not done a darn thing. Just happened to be in the bar while you decided to go off on this man." Regan stated. Love letters? What on earth is this woman talking about? Regan was now thoroughly confused. Never in her life would she be exchanging anything related to the emotion of love with Archer. She almost gagged at the thought. "Seriously, did you not just hear what I said?" She could not believe what this vampire was accusing her of. "Pathetic excuse for a man, insignificant spec, or he isn't worth any of this?" Regan repeated her sentiments from before.

The vampire gave no response for as soon as her wand flew from her hand due to Regan's disarming spell, the lady was in her face speaking so quickly in a foreign tongue that Regan was unable to keep up on. "Archer you are going to pay for this." She spat while looking straight at the vampire hissing in her face. What was she going to do about this situation. Training taught her to either talk her way out of it until she felt completely threatened and for now Regan felt safe. "Look, I have not nor will I ever be interested in that man in that way. He is someone that makes me sick to my stomach and was the bane of my existence in school and even now. Just for reasons like this. So whoever these love letter are from they are not from me." She told the vampire in a calm manner hoping this would help. If not the next step would be to take action, which only meant more paperwork for Regan. Even when she was off duty her problems never ended.
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[ARCHER ORION ABNER]

Could she have at least for one moment act like something other than raging Sea Cow? Well regardless if it was even in her nature it was clear that she held personal grudges over some of his childhood indiscretion. To the point that she was regardless if he was innocent of any wrong doing or hanging on by a fraying strand to life at the hands of a crazy, yes crazy vampire that seemed to want nothing more than to serve his nuts on a platter.

“AYE Agnes.. “

He attempted to reason with the what he felt was the likelier choice between the two who could have a fighting chance at being reasoned with.. “You know my type.. Pet, does she look like my type? Do I go for librarian spinsters who are likely to be a drain on their parent’s resources? MERLIN SAKES AGNES SHE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE BREASTS.. “

He began to pry himself up off the ground the moment he felt control and strength return to him. Going over to Agnes who was still attempting to have a go with Regan over something that was well simply not happening. “ Ohhhh yes Ross.. The insignificant spec is really going to care enough to pay. How the hell that is even possible woman Merlin I swear your lot is simply incapable of hearing your thoughts in your head prior to bellowing them out at some un-suspecting man. MERLIN between angry bitter bitches, and insane hags. I’ll take the hag any day.”

Putting his hand on Agnes’s waist, ignoring the low ominous hiss that erupted from the petite vampire. He fished from his jacket pocket a crimson sucker un-wrapping it briskly he winced and stuck it in mouth to moisten it letting before pulling it from his lips which were stained red he grimaced with disgust as he flashed the sucker in front of Agnes the smell of hot copper filled the air the smell was a natural for anyone who had the misfortune of being in a scene where blood was so thick that one could smell it.

Agnes’s features relaxed on sight, and Archer sighed as he shoved the sucker at Agnes’s pouting lips.
“You need a snack, luv. You know how you get when your starve yourself. You turn into an angry balls busting sort.” His lips pulled into a smirk as the vampire began to literally purr which was well a bit of a disturbing. He kissed the temple of Agnes and deposited her in a chair. His eyes never flickering from Ross who was looking still well pissed which he didnt doubt she was as she normally became pissy the moment he showed face. Honestly it annoyed him to no end it wasn’t as if he had killed her puppy or anything just a bit of fun at her expense when they were young. He smiled a bit of that shit kicking smile that normally got him hexed by people and offered dryly.. “ See no need for wands.. Your crown of biggest she-b_________.. “ the smile widen a bit more.. “ beast.. is still all yours for another day.. Ross. You can go back to guzzling your cheap whatever, and praying that some clug is doing the same, so you can mix dna, or whatever it is you were doing… “

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[REGAN CLEO ROSS]

This was so infuriating for Regan and a waste of her time. Why on earth she should even bother helping Archer at all. He was lucky enough that last time she saved his arse and that was due to being assigned to show up. This, however, was not an assignment, just Regan trying to be helpful regardless of who was in danger. With a response like Archer's she was bound to think next time before helping someone if she wasn't on duty. It felt like she had been tossed back into their school years where Archer's major insult was her looks. He couldn't seem to move beyond that or the fact that she didn't come from a rich pureblood family. The insults got old over time, they were wore out after the first year. It use to bother her, even bring her to tears behind closed door, but now it just sort of rolled off her shoulders only lightly stinging.

"Aren't these lame insults getting old? I mean obviously I'm not a spinster, just because I'm not married doesn't mean anything. If thats the case you would be considered one too. Also I earn my own money. It wasn't handed down to me by parents who either got it themselves or inherited it. Unlike you I can stand on my own two feet to support myself. You are still clutching to the bank account thats had your name on it since your birth." Regan stated keeping her tone leveled. She wasn't going to let him get to her. Enough was enough and the time was now. Regan was done dealing with Archer's bullshit. He needed to get that wad of money out of his ass and really understand what it is like to be someone other than a spoiled tit sucking brat.

She found it funny that Archer was trying to find a loop hole in her words but what he was saying really didn't do it for her. She knew she did have a tendency to talk quickly and sometimes without thinking however this time didn't apply. "Just because you are insignificant doesn't mean you can't pay for something. As much as I wish you didn't exist you still do, just the importance of your existence doesn't matter much." She said, correcting his horrible logic. "And if hags are what you prefer, go for it, but I'm sure someone who claims to be as good looking as you wouldn't be proving much if you had a bunch of broken down women on your arm." She added with a small smirk. She then looked at the vampire who was named Agnes, "I hope you know that means he just referred to you as a hag." She stated. That term didn't fit the vampire, she was rather pretty.

She watched as Archer tried his best to soothe the angry woman by kissing head lightly and offering her a snack. The snack was a blood pop which vampires often used to get by when they were hungry with no source of blood around. Regan doubted that hunger was the only problem causing the vampire's anger. "I'm sure she has more to be upset about than just her hunger. Obviously you are getting letters from some woman when you have something going on with this lady here." She didn't care if she caused the problem to be worse between Archer and Agnes. The vampire needed to realize what type of a pig she was dealing with. Archer placed Agnes in a chair and when he walked away Regan was thinking of departing herself not really in the mood to keep at this trivial fight. However, Archer seemed to have more to say. "I'd be happy to. Now why don't you go back to whispering fake sweet nothings to the woman you are so obviously cheating on and act as if you are doing a good thing by allowing that woman, who deserves so much more than you, to be in your presence. You are a joke, Archer. You haven't changed one bit. You'll end up dying alone or even in the arms of a woman who will just rob you for whatever you have once you pass without a second though." Regan said. Archer needed a wake up call and although Regan didn't believe anything she would say matter at least she attempted.
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[ARCHER ORION ABNER]

Merlin Sakes I got the freaking hag under control what the hell does she want from me..

Yes he was confused by her little tone and the words she had said, as they sounded like another insult aimed at him..In his mind he didn't understand for a second why she was still hissing and spitting insults in his direction as he had calmed the real problem down.

Bloody hell woman I saved your bloody neck you should be throwing me a bloody parade. However as he let her just prattle on he found her insults both more personal and insulting, well they would have been had they had even an ounce of creditably to them. The truth was he was not nearly as stupid as she had given him credit for.. Perhaps he had a tendency to play down his intellect but the fact was when he wanted he did have a tendency to shock those whom underestimated him.

He was about to ask her what her bloody problem was, when Agnes thankfully interrupted him. With her lips wrapped tightly wrapped around that sucker she as two things.. Both a mouth watering sight to behold and for a moment thankfully silent..Which of course was ruined because Regan could not for the life of her recognize that fact that he had indeed helped her little ungrateful ass..

He cheats on me.. I've caught em with the cleaning lady... He looked at Regan with an arched brow as to starting this.. "Great now you got her started on that Ross.. Now she is going to whine all night.. Hush Agnes it was only once. "

Well that she knew of thank Merlin she didn't come home earlier that week..

He looked back a Agnes and sighed and fixed her with his most well attempted sincere apologetic look... " I did apologize Agnes, and I promised I'd never do it again..(Yes next time he wouldn't diddle the help at the house as that was what the Leaky Cauldron was so conveniently located for.) At this Agnes made a content sound and resumed her focus on the sucker in her mouth.. Which pleased Archer as watching her with that sucker made his mind slip to sub-sewer standards that normally pleased him.. Yes Agnes had a tendency to do that to him and normally he would have forgotten where and was, sadly this night he had a small biting annoyance in the shape of a Regan Ross and her unbelievably impossible to ignore snippy insults.. Which she thought she had a right to shoot at him, normally he would have just laugh her off, honestly had it been anyone but this Specific annoyance it would have ended there..

But it didn't, with Regan it never would, she had that ability to goat him.. And till now it he didn't comprehend why or how she did.. But as he leaned back against the bar top and that smile that normally accompanied a sod off insult was plastered at his lips he found himself looking her over looking for those little things that had been essential in making her his target.

Honestly the reason was because he liked, he knew he did.. He since that last year when it was to late to right his wrongs, and now all he had to enjoy was these little digs. These little moments when she felt confident enough to say something to him about him and with her lack of knowledge of him he could remind her that she was wrong.. Yes it was sad and he knew it was pathetic that he would desire that moment to match wits with her.. Even when it meant possibly setting off the vamp that was in the corner that he had came there with..

But that is how these little interactions played out, Regan would say something, and even if Archer was dating a thousand vampires with a velvet mouths he would forgo that fun to play out a battle of wills with Regan because as long as she continued to engage in their childish prattle tiff's than it meant she was still interested in him.. As he knew without a doubt that people don't argue with people whom they have no invested interest in.. LOGIC told him that.. So there he went.. Preparing to match wills with the beast that captivated him..

"You really like to hear yourself talk don't you Ross...I can only assume you will no doubt curl up alone in bed tonight and replay what you say in your mind.. I don't doubt that as I heard from your house mates that you used to do it when you were a girl..." He snorted and mocked that ringing girl voice.. Archer you really ought to leave Regan alone.. She cried herself to sleep last night.. So yeah don't fret little dove.. I don't doubt you won't be able to let it go, and I don't blame you.. I mean as much as you bitch and bitch and bitch.. The fact is you strike out because your pissed that life is unfair to you..But here's the secret Ross..

He leaned turned his gaze and kept his hazel eyes locked on hers.. Holding her glance even though it made him uncomfortable to do so.. As she really did have pretty eyes.

I don't really care cause I know we are cut of the same cloth.. We both are fowl people.. Yes I know I'm both selfish and I'm un-kind.. but lets look at you.. I mean that is what your after with you flapping your lips like you have the foggiest clue about me.. I mean you parade about in your noble robes hell your an Auror the epitome of truth and all things noble.. But your as crooked as that unfortunate nose on your face.. I mean you help those who need it but at what cost.. You insult me for needing help.. You make up lies, opps forgot you in your mind Miss. Noble is above everyone else.. So they are truths in your mind just your truth hold nothing when you look at them...For one you little moron.. I have loved.. I have lost.. I'm capable of that happily ever after just have a habit of chasing the wrong sorts, You claim I'm insignificant.. Do you even know what that means you up tight pretentious bitch.. I mean yes I called my date here a Hag, I've called you a beast but I've never gone so far as to tell you to your face that you do not matter to anyone.. That you have no place in our world and render you Insignificant.. Because I'm not a liar, and I don't blow shit out my mouth for the sheer fun of getting beneath someones skin.. If I'm going to insult someone I'm going to make certain it is well deserved..

He looked at her and began almost reciting from the dictionary..

HAG: An ugly old woman.. Well Agnes is loads older than I am, and When she was attempting to cut my bloody ball's off moment ago she didn't look all that appealing.. sooooo yes that term fit...

Beast: Now I know your thinking pony or troll.. Which yes your behavior does seem troll like at at times.. HOWEVER it also means an Unkind person or cruel person.. Well darlin at the moment that is YOU TO A TEE.. But hell you still have a place in this in this world so be thankful as where I'm an ass I still at the very least think your significant...

MERLIN was he chastising Regan what had the bloody world come too that this sort of foolishness could exist, honestly he didn't thing the day would ever come when she would present worse behavior than him... But still he continued..

As for my money and what I do.. You are absolutely right little bird I inherited my wealth, as did my father, and as well my sons but here is the thing you didn't know when you just letting loose of your bile.. I contribute to my own wealth yes I'm a womanizing evil man yes but have been living off my own acquired wealth since I've turned twenty four.. So yeah sweet maybe I'm not as insignificant as you suggest.. As for dying alone.. Well we all die and No I don't hope to spend my last seconds on earth alone I do hope for someone to mourn me.. Granted it might not be you but I think there will be people as where I'm a classless dick but I don't discount peoples worth to others, nor do I suggest to the world I am a seerer.. (which he is) but here the topper Regan.. I mean even after all that you call me when I dissect our actions, and our words tonight.. I at least am honest about being a jerk.. YOU however parade about like a bloody cherub of kindness but your not truthfully your crueler, because your hypocritical and too lazy to even research or god forbid get to know the people you cast your judgement on... Face it sweet cheeks of all the horrors you turn your nose down tonight your still the biggest one around cause well least we are honest about our personality and flaws.. So by all means sweet.. Embrace the suck you at least owe it to yourself to acknowledge it..."

With that he gave her curt polite nod and winked and turned his attention back to Agnes.." Shall we go.. I mean I'd hate to see what would happen of you were corrupted by worse evil than yourself.. Lets get home and I'll give you another 'sucker'."

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Muse: Every Me and Every You.. BY PLACEBO

[REGAN CLEO ROSS]

In one ear and out the other, as if nothing filled the space between the two, seemed to be the direction of her words. His expression betrayed nothing to Regan and he soon became distracted with the sucking motion on the blood pop that Agnes’s mouth entertained. His thoughts drifted for a moment and Regan was able to register such an absence. It would be just like Archer to ignore someone who was giving him advice and focus on more sexual desires. Things that were more pleasurable then realizing the faults within himself in order to change was of no concern to Archer and Regan should have known that from the start. Yet again it was another waste of breath that could have been used to breathe the air further away from the oxygen that Archer was inhaling to sustain his life. Sighing lightly she noticed how sinister her own thoughts had become. It was not like her to be so hateful, most would say that Regan hardly had a hateful bone in her body; except for the criminals that she put away but they deserved to be hated. As much as her blood boiled around Archer he was not someone who broke the law, which she knew of, he was just a person that had horrible manners toward women. Her words were also becoming harsher or at least returning to the banter that Archer and she used on a daily basis. However, Regan truthfully did not want to return to saying things she would later regret. A teenager could say statements such as ‘I hate you, I wish you died, etc’ but those things were not appropriate for her to be saying as an adult. Deep down she knew they did not hold the same emotion that they did in the past when she felt she meant it with every fiber in her being. Archer had a way of bringing out the worst in her but she still had tried to give a piece of advice to him. The words were cold but she just wanted Archer to understand how she and basically the rest of the world saw him. Maybe it was not her place but in the moment she made it hers.

For a second Regan considered taking back what she said because she felt it was not who she needed to be. She opened her mouth to voice her concern but was cut off by Agnes stating that Archer had cheated on her and had been caught in the act. She felt for the woman who decided to stay with a man she knew for a fact was cheating on her. Regan could not resist an eye roll when Archer said it was only once and that it would never happen again. Lies. More lies. Regan was grateful that she would never have to put up with that. She would never have to worry about what Archer was doing when he was not by her side. Even if a man ever cheated on her it would be the last time that would happen because she would end the relationship right then and not even hear of the possibilities the man could change.

Regan decided to remain silent, it was not her place to keep speaking her mind on their relationship, all she could and would do was speak some words of advice for Agnes however, those would be wasted as well. Now that it seemed Agnes was content with Archer’s apologetic act Regan should have taken her leave. Her peace had been spoken whether or not Archer registered it or not. However, Regan remained despite the fact that the problem had obviously been resolved. She had no idea what encouraged her to stay when the encounter had not gone well and they had caused a scene, or well Regan had been trying to defuse the previous one and ended up in the middle of a different scene. Some unrecognized pull from Archer kept her there that she was completely unaware of. She felt as if it was her own decision but in a way it really was not a choice for Regan. It happened almost automatically, Regan never left unless she was significantly hurt or they were broken up by authorities within the Hogwarts’s walls. She had learned not to appear weak and so she refused to leave when things seemed so unfinished. This was the type of nastiness Archer brought out in Regan without her even realizing it as often as she should have. Archer leaned against the bar with that intriguing awful smirk that marked their conversation wasn’t over and Regan prepared herself for whatever old, overused insult he was going to use next.

He began with the usual reference to the amount of talking Regan does and continued on with pointing out in the past her nights alone in bed, crying, and analyzing the words Archer said. Those weren’t new facts. Anyone that knew Regan was aware of her love for talking. It was not due to Regan enjoying herself talk she just naturally had a quick mouth that was a hard habit for her to break. It was a characteristic that not everyone found appealing but it was something that was a part of who she was and it obviously would not be changing anytime soon. As for her nights spent crying Regan could not imagine someone dealing with the insults she had endured from Archer without shedding a tear. The people that had asked him to stop were either those who actually cared or just got sick of hearing her sob and wondering what on earth she had done to deserve such treatment. It was true she tried to play back their fights in her mind because she wanted to equip herself for future arguments she knew were inevitable. The past was the past and currently it had no relevance right now. Regan wanted to voice that her life was not unfair to her, she was not angry at her life or how it turned out, but before she could point out these facts Archer leaned forward his hazel eyes locking with her deep brown eyes.

Feeling paralyzed Regan was stuck staring into his eyes which sent a thrill through her. She could not register the surge that went through her body as their eyes met. She wanted to shake it off but the intensity in his eyes held her captive to listen to everything that flowed from his mouth. As each sentence ended Regan could feel a physical pain in her chest. It began constricting as the insults and reality of how the hatred she had morphed her into a beast as Archer correctly pointed out. She was ashamed of herself for in that moment Archer’s words held truth about her actions however, not all of it was true as he suggest it was. As he had pointed out that what she was saying was Her truths; the idea of Regan that he stated was His truth. Finally, the torment had ended and Archer had turned his back to her to collect Agnes to head home for pleasurable reasons. When his eyes tore from hers she felt air fill her lungs and her eyes began to water. She blinked them back because she would be damned to be brought to tears in public by Archer. Even though his words held truth, just as hers had, she was not going to show how much she was hurt. It was not the actual words that daggered her but the realization of who she allowed herself to become when antagonized by Archer. All Regan knew was that he was not going to leave without hearing her reply as she had heard his. As much as she wanted to turn away to collect her things and head home to basically do just as he implied she would, Regan wanted to right her wrongs in some form.

”You’re correct.” Regan said wishing that she did not have to do this right now. She never would have thought this day would come where Regan would be telling Archer he was correct about the shit he said toward her. However, she knew in order to move pass this and her past she would have to accept it. ”I apologize for my actions and words tonight. I acted in a way that I do not believe is truly who I am even if that is who you think me to be.” She said looking up at him waiting for some stupid remark to ruin this. She paused for a moment before continuing. ”However, not everything you said is truthful. Yes, I did cry myself to sleep many nights in school but who would not when someone was viciously torturing them as you did me. Everything I ever said was out of defense to protect myself. It was not the world that I was pissed at but you. You could never leave me alone for whatever reason I was your constant target when there were plenty of options just like me in Hogwarts that you could have focused your attention on. Instead, you chose me day in and day out. So yes, if I’ve finally become as horrible to you as you were to me than that is your doing as well as mine for not realizing what type of person you caused me to be when around you.” She tucked a stand of hair behind her ear before taking a breath. ”The truths that ARE my truths do not mean I am a liar. I am an Auror and do try to remain honest. If something is my truth then to me they are not lies and I’m committing only honest acts, I’m not intentionally lying. Something being my truth just means I am not knowledgeable enough about something to realize that I am being ignorant. So in that, you are completely correct. I have not done research on you, I saw no point. What reason would I honestly have to get to know you? In my mind and my view of the world you are were insignificant because that is the only way I could cope with the torment. Rationalizing that you did not matter was one of the reasons I did not drop out of school or worse.” Regan stated, tears in her eyes were beginning to pool once again. She was standing in a pub telling her story of hurt and embarrassment which was not something she shared so willingly with the world. All she could think was that maybe if Archer really heard how miserable he made her life, despite how strong she pretended to be, he would actually feel some sort of remorse but she was not going to hold her breath. She raised her head to the roof for a moment, blinking. She did not care at this point that it was becoming obvious she was fighting an emotional battle within herself. She looked back at Archer with clear eyes and chin held high. ”The fact that you have worked for any money, even though you started out with money handed to you, or have even been in love shocks me but that is not fully my fault. I can take blame but also that is the person you present to the world in my eyes. So I am not being judgmental however, my view is skewed by the person you present to me. If you are more than what I’ve become to believe than that is great for you. Just as you only know me for being a cruel person. Most others have a completely different view of me. I help people because I enjoy it. The career I chose actually has a lot to do with you, so not everything about you in my life has had a bad effect. Actually, I learned to be a stronger individual because of you. So I thank you for that. Just remember that you should take a look at your own words before judging others yourself because honestly you know nothing of the person I am when you are not around to bring out this horrible side of me.”

Regan could feel a large amount of eyes on her but she ignored them. She walked over to the bar not caring that it made her closer to Archer and asked for a fire whiskey. After everything that had happened she needed something to settle her nerves because she was slightly shaking as she paid the bar tender as he handed her the drink. She brought the bottle to her chapped lips and gulped down half the bottle before placing it down on the counter top and sitting on a bar stool. She knew her bag and items were safe where they were, she didn’t plan on going back to her table right away and would remain at the bar for a little while until she felt well enough to head home.

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[ARCHER ORION ABNER]

Archer watched her warily he half expected her to just to give him some sort of tosser response that was neither here or there.. Something that he could easily cast off. However there was something in her glance a distance eruption of some freshly unearthed emotion that was something that caught him off guard and held him transfixed when he would have normally just shrugged it all off, and went about getting his rocks off from Agnes.

Still she somehow sneaked in and corrupted the logical that would have kept him from being wounded at her words had he not engaged her in a spiteful exchange of words. Sadly that is exactly what had occurred, and what a mistake it had been.

Archer wondered silently on countless times how things could have been if he had not been such a venomous dick to Regan when they were students.. He played it over his mind with ample regret during the daylight hour and nighttime was as worse if not more as in hi dreams his lovely imagination was in control and only there he would be treated to what was far beyond realities realm in those stolen moments he could linger in the solace of things she could never be for him.. In those moments she would be honest friend he needed, the source of reason whom trusted above all other, and naturally because he was a man those dreams would change to a more carnal tendencies which suited him well because she would merge into a role of a lover... One he cherished, and mourned when awoken by the first rays of light which brought reality always too soon.

Realities cruel bite always stung it tore into his heart as sat there telling him what he knew what he had damned himself for. He had ruined her.. His cruelty had irrevocably changed Regan.. If he had shown even a glimmer of mercy she would be different..

Her words circling her mind till finally it broke like a damn that vote of reason floated up ad it came in the same way that the voice of reason came Lyla's voice reminding him that it wasn't his father's fault or his mother fault that he made the choices he did.

BULLSHIT

He glowered looking back at her.. " Look you can blame me for acting like an ass, it is your right I was an ass to you.. But come on REGAN it was when we were young.. Your not the same girl you were then.. Hell you were least spunky then.. You were at the very least a worthy adversary never the type to go about whining about how life robbed you... Which makes this sad display all the more pathetic I mean you were a royal bitch back to me.. but Hell Regan I don't fault you for my short comings.. It seems that after all that time one of us grew up.. I'm just shocked and I be it..Slightly disappointed.. But in all seriousness Regan if your THIS bad I'd suggest therapy.. Something anything to stroke that inner moppet and get over it.. Hell I do charity I'd be willing to back you for it.. " He smirked.. " After all if I ruined YOUR life it is the least I can do.."



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