Pain &&. Love

Anastasia Woodlen

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A glass bottle flew through the air, hitting the furthest wall with enough force to break it into a hundred pieces. The glass shards fell to the ground, causing a short but echoeing crash in the empty room. The room had previously been used as an art room, and photo's still hung on the walls, giving the impression that it was still used. But it was the complete opposite, because no one had been in this room for nearly ten years. That was until now.

Anastasia had staggered up the stairs that led to the third floor. The door that had previously locked anyone out of the third floor had mysteriously dissapeared, but not enough students knew that. But Anastasia had known. She had been told by one of her friends, who by all means was on of the most adventurous people she knew. Before this day Anastasia had never really had the urge to explore, but today she needed to be alone. And what better place was there but an abandoned floor in a school filled with people like her.

She had found the room by mistake, thinking that she was leaning against a solid wall only to find that it was really a door way to a hidden classroom. Anastasia would have found that very interesting at any time other than this, but she was only in the mood for screaming and throwing things.

Picking up the bottle she threw it against the wall with every ounce of strength she had left in her. After it smashed against the wall, she let out a moanful scream, and then fell to the floor, her hand dragging down the wall that she had collasped on. "Why. I hate you Andrew." Anastasia screamed, tears running down her face just like her make-up. She had come up here so no one would see her. She would not be weak in other peoples eyes. She was one of the "popular" people wasn't she? And she didn't want anyone's sympathy. No ones. Never. "Why." She screamed again, standing up and smashing her fist into the nearest thing she could. Looking at where she punched, Anastasia let out a haunting laugh as the blood ran down her arm. The thing she had punched was nothing other than a window. Laughing now hystarically out of anger and pain, Anastasia slid down the wall once again, watching the blood drip onto the floor with amused and sad eyes. "No pain..." Anastasia said, as she continued to cry and laugh at the same time.
 
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A presence could be felt in the room...a dark one for those who could sense it...but for those who couldent a presence would be chilling none the less...there in the corner of the room matching the color of the shadows except for two large red eyes that glinted and revealed themselves every so often...

He woar a black robe with designs that if you look closly enough seemed to pulsate over and over again...he had been staring at her...had she not noticed him? He guessed not...and he didn't really care...aslong as she didn't bother him...visions of his own parents littered his head after that experince earlier he hissed quietly his fangs also visable but he quickly hid them so that he wouldent scare her he had no reason to after all...

He wondered to himself...are his parents still alive? He became lost in thought the red eyes looking at the floor instead of at her. Maybe someone might know in this school the head masters maybe. No. He hadn't gone to the limit of looking for help before, and he was right this school was making him weaker and the thought would have never passed threw his head...he shook the thought out of his mind...and just looked to the side of the girl...he couldent face all these thoughts at once without looking stupid in his eyes...
 

Anastasia Woodlen

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Anastasia could feel herself laughing more and more, even as the blood began to flow quicker than her own tears. She couldn't stop it. She couldn't stop the pain and she couldn't stop the insanity that came with it. She never ever let her emotions go, and this was the result, a mental break down as she saw it. It was like she was out of her body, no longer allowed to control how she acted. By now her soul had calmed down, the anger had washed away and the logical had come back. But her mind didn't seem to care. It seem be having to much fun to stop.

A small intake of air entered Anastasia's lungs inbetween the fits of hystarical laughter. But slowly it became deeper and more controlled. And with that came the serenity that usually composed her mind. Or at least the serenity she liked to pretend she had. It wasn't easy living here. And now with her brother... no she wouldn't think about it. "Stupid..." Anastasia said as she stood up, referring to her brother and herself. "Why the heck would I punch a window, just think if someone had seen me..." She laughed at herself, a few tears spilling down her cheeks.

Still watching the blood flow from her hand, Anastasia brought up the hand that was unhurt up to her face, removing the make-up that had claimed her face. Looking around for a second she could have sworn she had seen a pair of fangs and red eyes, but she quickly shood it off. Of course if she would have took the time to search the room for energy she would have found that of the boys, but she was still too stunned to think completely sensibly. Bending over, Anastasia ripped off a section of her already too short skirt, thinking nothing of the fact that she showed a bit more of her leg, no one could see her after all. Wrapping the jean material around her palm and wrist, Anastasia took a deep breath. "Mental break down over... I'm good now." Anastasia said out loud, walking over to the place she had thrown the bottle. She stared down at the shards of glass and couldn't help but think of them as her life. "So much for Miss Perfect," She said quietly to herself, repeating the words that some annoying little girl had spat out at her when Anastasia had confronted her about talking behind her back. "I'm not too perfect anymore am I? Stupid little girl."
 
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Jira saw what she did with her hand...he raised his own hand and seemed to lightly tickle the air as the blood began to flow back inside dispersing of the dust and decay as his red eyes shined greater when he used his power...getting sick of getting ignored and seeing this so called crazy person...so instead he would just have to reveal itself as the cappilaries took control and unnaturally...began to heal itself...Jira's special blood ability revealed.

"Make sure your alone before doing something like that I dont want to see it." He said in a dark lurking voice from behind her...he wasn't one to hide his presence from anything...since well he wasn't one who hid unless he really had to...
 

Anastasia Woodlen

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Anastasia felt a warm sensation running up and down her hand. Breaking her focus on the broken glass, she carefully took off the cloth that she had been using to stop the blood. She was surprised to find her hand nearly completely head, or at least a closed wound. Cocking her head to one side, Anastasia moved her hand a bit closer, her already large eyes getting a bit wider. "What in the world." Anastasia said out loud, her voice slightly hoarse due to her screaming episode.

She was almost to busy looking at her hand, amazed by the fact that it had healed to hear the boy talking. But his voice wasn't one you could just ignore, it was cold, and she could feel his black energy. Turning around slowly, Anastasia looked at the boy in the corner, seeing him for the first time. She clenched her fist together for a split second and then let them fall to her side. How dare that boy even talk to her like that. "Well darling, you shouldn't have been in here if you didn't want to see that." Anastasia said, her voice calm and cool. She was use to jerks, and this one wasn't about to phase her. "Did you heal my hand?" Anastasia asked, raising her eye brow at the younger boy, or at least she thought he was younger.
 
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He just nodded seeing no reason to talk to her his cold eyes looking into hers to see how long she could last...if she was a strong soul or not...he was constantly looking for a match for himself...he would not just attack straight out...and he had no reason to get onto her cold side...since well his voice could not be helped...Jira had turned good enough to help those who were about to die or if he just felt bored and needed something to do...or he would feed...since he never slept...

His red pericing eyes began to stare vibrantly just in wonder of her power...
 

Anastasia Woodlen

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Anastasia let out a sigh and gave the boy a small smile, that was all he was getting out of her for a thanks. It was a nice thing for him to do, but of course she didn't know his motives. And by the feeling of his energy he wasn't a good soul. "What is your name?" Anastasia asked, her voice still calm as she met his gaze. Her brown eyes stared back into his straight on. She wasn't about to look away. She felt his energy change, she felt him searching her, to see what kind of power she might have. A person's energy no matter who they were told a lot about them, even if they didn't mean too. Continuing her stare, Anastasia said something completely random, "You have very nice eyes, very red, just like blood." She said, her tone both truthful and harsh.
 
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"No kidding." He rolled his eyes looking away...he didn't want her to look away...he just scanned her basically...innocent...thats all he got...she hadn't killed anyone he didn't know her power but had no reason to act cruly to her. "Jira." Which was a word that stood for blood in another language but he wasn't about to tell her that
 

Anastasia Woodlen

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Anastasia let out a small laugh when the boy looked away. His energy changed yet again, turning less sinister in a way, but not by much. "Jira, I've heard that word before," Anastasia said slowly, letting it roll of her tounge. "But I'm not sure where, and I'm not sure what it means..." She shut her eyes for a second trying to decide where she had heard that word. It was a few minutes before she opened her eyes again, coming up with no conclusion as to where she had heard that word.

"So your a blood mage or something?" Anastasia asked curiously, moving her head to the right slightly. She always liked to know people's powers, even if they were younger and completely rude, such as Jira was.
 
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"No. Blood mages summon their blood and form it into a spell, im a blood melder I get blood and manipulate it." He said, that was the first time someone had confused him to be a blood mage...in his opinion a melder was stronger and the definition was truthful...his designs moved to give her an example of his powers. "And you sense inner expression threw..." He said noting how she seemed to change her expressions about him. She was right he had calmed down and wasn't going to attack...that was always his first impression whenever he met someone who he thought powerful...she had gone crazy in the beggining so he couldent really tell...
 
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