What Must be Done [Litte]

[*James Silvius]

Litte knew the plan. He went over it a million times with her already. Things were bad... so bad that they had to resort to this. He was going behind his pack completely, but they didn't have to know it was fake even after the war ended. He won't tell them anything. He was going to marry this vampire, this was for certain.

They had to to it somewhere public, so there were ears to hear it. It would hurt her, and James will hate himself forever to be saying such things to her. But she would be safe. This was the most important thing. He made arrangement for Litte. A wolf from the pack recommended a vampire to take care of her and the wolf would go along.

Litte knew all of this, but James dreaded what he had to say to her tonight. He already had ideas... He waited on the park bench for her to come. Ironic really, they met in a park and now they were "breaking up" in one. She would play along, she would make it convincing, so convincing that James would think that in the end, they would never be able to heal the wounds he was about open.

[*Litte Snow]

Litte was dreading this. Absolutely dreading this. She had been pacing around at her place the whole entire day. She didnt want to do this. Just the thought of it made her heart ache. But she HAD to. She would do anything to make James happy and right now he needed to fix things with his pack. That was the most important thing and Litte knew that.

Still didnt take away the fact she would hate this. But as soon as the sun went down she took a deep breath and went to the park he had told her to meet him at. She hoped lots of people would notice them. They better or this would be a waste. But she knew it wouldnt be a waste. Everything was going to work out fine.

She reached the park and her breath caught as she saw him. She took another deep breath. She was a rather good actress and so she told herself, make it convincing...She walked over to him, letting her steps be weary and worry on her face. Act 1 scene 1 coming right up. "James? Whats wrong? You wanted to see me?"

[*James Silvius]

James sucked in a breath. There was no going back now. Litte would just positively hate him for saying the things he had to. James could smell wolf in the air. Good. Witnesses. This is what he was hoping for. Anyone, he didn't care who, had to see this and tell Patrick. James stood up when Litte came over to him. Now James wasn't much of an actor, but he did his best to put on a serious and somber expression.

"I have to be completely honest with you," he began. "This whole thing with us, this... marriage. It just won't work, Litte. We are from two entirely different species. I was stupid... so stupid to ever think that this could possibly work. It can't. I need to stay with my pack. I hate vampires. I want every last bloodsucker to burn. And sometimes when I look at you Litte... all I see is a vampire," he said coldly.

He hated himself. He honestly just want to go jump off a cliff or bury himself in a hole. He didn't want to do this, he really didn't. He didn't soften his expression. It pained him to do so but he gave Litte the look he gave vampires that he really didn't like. Disgust, repelling, nauseating, loathsome, every sickening look under the sun.

[*Litte Snow]

Litte almost stopped breathing. She knew this was coming and she was so scared. She knew he was going to break her heart and leave her in pieces. It was the plan and she had to stick to it. She tried forcing that away and tried believing this was true. And with the look he was giving her it was hard not to believe it. She had never wanted to see that look again.

She stayed quiet as he went on his little rant. She could smell werewolves and she was glad there was a witness. She made her eyes widen and then fill with pain. It wasnt hard. She actually believed him. Her hearrt ached and she opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again.

She felt the tears starting to brim in her eyes and she was mentally slapping herself. No crying yet! She tried responding again and when she did, her voice was small and in pain. She was deeply hurting even if it wasnt real. "You.....You hate me? So suddenly?" She looked at the ground.

[*James Silvius]

He couldn't stand this. She was crying already? He had to fight the urge to wrap his arms around her, wipe those tears away and tell her everything is going to be ok. He couldn't do this. It would ruin everything. This all felt so real to him and he was sure this was too real for Litte. He thought back to that night in the fog when he pounced on her and pinned her to the ground. He tried bringing up those feelings he felt when he saw her, a vampire, he wanted to kill her.

He gave her this face now. It would be very familiar to her. James sniffed her briefly and cringed away when he should have been bottling the scent in a perfume bottle. "I... I don't hate you. I hate... what you are. You're a vampire. You can't return to the human world or love someone who is living. It's... not right and frankly I think it's-it's wrong," he struggled.

Oh man, how could he go on like this! He would have to end it fast and then give her a million kisses later... if she even wanted to kiss him. Look what he was putting her through. Since he got the phone call from Ella giving him the heads up about Patrick, he became frantic and desperate, scrambling to find an answer to solve all their problems. Right now he just wanted another plan.

[*Litte Snow]

Litte was struggling through this. She hoped this was fast. She wouldnt be able to take more. She needed to wrap this up. She had to think back to when she would have hated him. Those feelings should be what was expected. After all, this was a nasty break up. They had cause so much trouble. It was time to fix it. So with that, she let the tears out. She looked back up at him with narrowed eyes.

Her eyes were pain filled but she forced hatred into them. She had to. She swallowed a stack of tears. She noticed him smell her and cringe. That was a slap itself and she couldnt help but flinch in pain. She then took a deep breath after he was done talking. "Fine. If thats how you feel then Im glad this is over!

She felt horrid for telling him that. But its what she had to say. "I dont know why I ever fell in love with you. Your hopeless and I hope you rot!" She snarled at him. But the tears were running down her face in streams. She mustered up the rest of her courage and slapped him, hard, across the face.

[*James Silvius]

James had to close his eyes for a second. He couldn't bear to look at her. Anger and fury coated with tears, hatred was seeping off of her. He had to give it everything he had to not start sobbing himself. He wouldn't make this harder for her, he could at least give her that much. When she slapped him he'd been expecting as much. It stung his face and lingered there, reminding him what a jerk he was being.

He had to get out of here before he broke down. This misery had to stop right now. They must leave this place and then go somewhere and just... What would they do after this. Breathing deeply, James braced himself for what he was about to say next. This would hurt her more than anything in the world.

"Damn you Litte! Why the hell do you have to always overreact! You're not supposed to feel anything you... you lifeless thing" he hissed the words. He looked at the wailing thing before him with so much hatred in his eyes.

"You are nothing but a monster. You always will be. I don't see how I ever saw humanity in you. Get out of here, get away from me before I hunt you down like the beast you are! I should have let you burn in the sun. I missed my chance then!" he bellowed.

James couldn't bring himself to say such things to Litte, so he didn't. Instead he let the wolf in him seep out of his control and scream such terrible things at Litte. These were things the wolf had wanted to say for a very, very long time. James was fuming now, hatred rolling off of him, streaming from every pore on his body.

[*Litte Snow]

Litte held her breath after she had slapped him. She wasnt sure how he was going to end this. But she had a feeling it would be bad. VERY bad. They had to make this look like one hell of a nasty break up. And so far it was working. She let the fake hatred consume her. She had to. Or she would break down. But her heart was making her cry rivers. She had that blasted thing.

His next words though made her blink. The hatred went away for a brief minute and she stuttered. She could only feel the hatred rolling off of him. She mentally told herself that was good. They needed to get those pesky love feelings out of the way. She would go and cry her heart out later. But right now, she needed to think of something to reply.

She swallowed again and then narrowed her eyes. Her hatred came back with a snap. "Why you little...." She snarled. She screamed in frustration and yanked at her hair slightly. She glared at him with such hate she believed she actually felt that. She got close to him so he could smell her nasty scent. Make him flinch away from her. Make him pay. She told herself. Trust the vampire to let the words out.

"Im a monster? IM THE MONSTER? What about you?! You cant even control your own blood lust! You change into a nasty wolf and hunt down things on the full moon. Even people! YOUR the monster. And I should have drank you dry when I had you so close!" She then smacked him again, leting her nails scratch across his face. "Fine. Ill go. And you know what? I think I may go have some human blood! LOTS AND LOTS OF IT!! Their blood is on your hands. Mutt." She said.

She then turned on her heel and left. She wiped away the tears and just disappeared into the darkness. She felt like breaking something. Anything! How could she do that to him. But she stopped before she was out of hearing distance. She turned slightly, her red eyes glowing in the dark, and said, "Hope the scratch marks stay on your face forever. So your reminded about the monster that split up a werewolf pack. Im rather proud." Then she sprinted away to her home.

[*James Silvius]

All he could do was stare at her. He honestly didn't know what to feel when he heard his words in Litte-form. He had never seen her like this, she was just so much like... like a vampire! Well Litte was a vampire and James didn't believe it up until now. She managed to scream everything he dreaded hearing and he honestly didn't think she could do this. He underestimated her.

When she slapped him for the second time, she did leave a stronger mark. His face was burning now, redness surrounding where her nails struck his face. This was one of his worst nightmares come to life. He had to force himself to calm down, to grasp his control back, because he had urges to just lash out at her, to pin her to the ground and rip his teeth into her neck.

He would let her hurt him tonight. He'd done enough damage already. Turning wolf and throwing himself at her was not what he had planned or anticipated. He could never bring himself to hurt Litte, but he just did and it hurt him like hell.

He sniffed the air again, more closely this time. He could faintly pick up Evvie's scent, but he wasn't too sure. He looked back at Litte but she was already walking away from him, hissing her final blows from a distance. Good, this was done and over. He wouldn't be able to keep the act up anymore.

James covered his face with his hands and smothered his scream. If he were a wolf he'd be howling. James collapsed on the park bench and stretched out, lying down. This was the position he was in when he first caught the faint whiff of vampire the night he met Litte. Somehow being in it again comforted him somewhat. He didn't want to go and see Litte just yet, he'd wait for her to vent and cry it out.

[evey Knightley]

Evelynn walked into the park located across from her little flat she owned. Evey sipped on her drink from Starbucks.....MMMMMM..... Venti caramel Frappe with extra shots of espresso and caramel, topped with a yummy mound of whip cream. She spotted a place to sit and enjoy her drink and maybe do a little light reading underneath a bright lamp post. This day was the day she pampered herself. She sat down and opened her book. A familiar smell drifted into her nostrils. A wolf. A familiar wolf.

Evelynn looked up and saw James pacing back and forth. She was about to call out to him, when she saw a young vampire girl walking towards him, looks of concern on her face. WAIT.....a VAMPIRE GIRL? W-w-what is going on?? She heard the girl say something along the lines of "James? Whats wrong? You wanted to see me?"

Eve just stared at the kids with her mouth hanging wide open. She snapped it shut when JAMES told this vampire that a marriage between them wouldn't work out. When the hell did these two talk about marriage? Evelynn saw the disgust come rolling off his face. He really was giving her one heck of a look.

Evelynn could see the hurt on the filthy bloodsuckers face. Hurt wasn't even close. It was more like a devastated look. Evelynn couldn't help but feel a little triumph in that pain. Good, she probably deserves this. disgusting thing.

The dead thing was crying, I didn't know those night crawlers could even produce tears, when she said, "I don't know why I ever fell in love with you. Your hopeless and I hope you rot!"
Eve heard the thing slap James, rather than see it, but still...she heard it. Eve let a snarl escape her lips. Her whole body was quivering, itching to get up and cook that filthy thing that just laid her dead-unfeeling hands on her pack mate, her family.

Eve was about to spring out of her seat, growls already on her tongue, when she heard James bellow at her to leave or he was going to burn her in the sun. She sat back down. James can handle himself. Just keep an eye on him, and if that thing attacks, then Its game on princess Leech.....

The vampire got really close to him and muttered something she couldn't make out, something about dirty wolves and maybe called him a hut? No had to be a mut. Oh, no you didn't little girl! we arent dirty, and a mut? what are you....12?. The vamp girl totally flipped out, pulling her hair and SCRATCHED James' face. She saw the thing run a few yards and turn and bellow "Hope the scratch marks stay on your face forever. So your reminded about the monster that split up a werewolf pack. Im rather proud."




What in the hell is she talking about??? As the girl ran, evvie had a sudden urge to follow and strike out, but there was time for that later. Evelynn forgot about her long ago dropped book and frappe, and ran as fast as she could in the distinct direction of the pack house. I NEED to talk to Ella.......................