A Teacher and A Flame

She turned to fire, if the blade were to go through her it'd leave no affect. He forgot she wasn't a complete idiot. Her whole entire body was flames all the way through, he may have been strong. But she wasn't a complete idiot. She smirked, "I see your not dumb, but neither am I." She drew a dagger from her dress in a instant going through him she blended with his flames the dagger being held at his neck. "I wouldn't have challenged you if I was only a cocky headmistress with temper issues."

She smirked, if she was fire she could spread into fire. You can't fight fire with fire because fire litterly can blend into the other. She didn't know what else the teacher had up his sleeve, but she had noticed the power of fire. She wondered if he could create a complete bodily transformation too. She was tempted to be a real jerk and stab him anyway but it would've spoiled the fun. She stayed in the position waiting for him to struggle or escape however he'd chose to do so.

"You've not won yet!"

This annoyed her sending her flying after him, in the same manner. She her anger made her keep pace with the assasin, she followed him not realizing he was approching her major weakness. She suspected something but didn't do anything about it. She was a strong believer that men were truly idiots. She didn't believe he was really 'scared'. but she wanted to prove she could defeat some stupid teacher.

She suddenly remembered her ability to transform into a fire bird. She did so in mid air, flying after him with much more ease now. She didn't have to do stupid things like run and not catch up. Everyone knew birds were faster than people on land, seeing it took speed and power to stay in the air. She spotted him flying above him she looked down at the guy, she never even let a thought of him being handsome or smart. She was against getting attached to anyone in this world because of her past.

She was taken by surprise finding herself in such a situation. She looked at her captor at first numb, then she had a flashback of her past lover. Her eyes filled with hate, sadness, pain, and death in a way unknown to humans who had never been put under Darci's spells. His hands gripping her wrist she struggled angrily fighting against him. Though it was no use seeing he was stronger and had more muscle mass than her.

She saw his eyes, it didn't phase her. His pain didn't make her ease up on him. She had eyes that were just as cold, only they were that of a woman's. He smirked at her saying nothing, she was still underneath his weight. She continued to struggle, wishing he wasn't a pyro and she wasn't in water, so she could burn his hands for holding her down. She didn't give up, she would struggle all day if he pinned her that long. His gaze meant nothing to her, his smirk was nothing. His being a man though, reminded her of the pain and anger she felt when she came back to her time and saw the man she loved with another girl.

She struggled but he easily caught both her hands with one. His unused hand almost caressing her face. She tried to back away from it but seeing she was pinned against the ground she couldn't. He ignored her struggling against him. She just wanted to get out from underneath him, her eyes had a look of sorrow overtake them.

"Now, are you going to admit I've won, or am I going to have to knock you out?"

"Why don't you just knock me out! Seeing your just some..." She couldn't think of a good insult that would hit home. She continued to struggle against him, angry because she didn't want to fall prey to love again. She wasn't going to let him become anything to her especially since he wanted to knock her out. She growled angrily forcing anger back into her eyes, his eyes still unemotional and serious. She didn't care if she got knocked out, she had been through enough pain that being knocked out was only like a bug bite.

His eyes looked over her face and then he smiled, it was different than his smirks that he cast at her, though it wasn't anything she personally cared about. "You're cute when you're angry. But I wonder what I've done to make you hate me so." His hand still on her face, he wasn't afraid of her, he made that clear by his actions toward her.

She looked away, refusing to let him bring up the memories which hurt her so. Being trapped under him would've been a romantic situation if she hadn't been so set on never having a relationship again. She may have looked cute when she was angry as he said, but he didn't know the pain he was bringing up from her past. And it was likely that he wouldn't care, besides she did say anything goes. She wanted to kill him and then herself.

"You'll thank me some day."

His hand moved from her cheek to her forehead, his hand sent a blow to her head. Just before she fell unconcious she murmered something, "Men are jerks..." She then fell into the black abyss of unconciousness. She was toted to her room and than dropped off, had she heard his thoughts she probably would've slapped him. Not because she hated him, but because she didn't want to have the pain of falling in love with him and then being put back under a time warp spell and then see him in love and kissing some other girl and whispering sweet nothings in her ear instead of her own. And to litterly not exist in his memory, she wouldn't be able to take it.

When he said Goodbye her mind triggered a memory lapse, and putting it into her dreams.

"Goodbye Claira." Darci said as the spell trapped Claira into the spell bind. She smirked, "Have a nice trip, be sure to check the gravestones. You might enjoy the scene." A swirling black abyss came towards her, she was trapped she couldn't move her body. She held onto the ground for dear life, but the abyss sucked her in. "NO!!!!" She screamed in the dream, but it came out in real life. Tears welled in her eyes, everything was so fresh as the day it happened. She remembered everything just as bad as the pain from the blow to her head. She rubbed her head, remembering what happened she forced herself into a mad state.

She jolted out the door running outside, but because of her rush she tripped on the garden hose which the gardener left out, sending her flying into the air and breaking her arm on impact against a rock. Her cheek was scrapped and blood dripped down to her chin. She got angrier. "Bloody Gardener!" She exclaimed as she got up, she felt her arm crack and her eyes widened with pain.