Crying out [James]

[*Litte Snow]

Litte walked the dark streets of Paris. A place she really didnt know all to well. She could get lost if she took the wrong corner. She could run into someone who wanted to hurt her if she wasnt careful. But she really didnt care at that point. She still had tears running down her face in streams. She was literally crying a river. The words she had said and received still stung.

She looked up though as she noticed the sun starting to come up. She needed to get home. So she quickly turned around and went towards her place. It didnt take her long to get there and she walked up the flights of stairs and to the third floor. She walked into the dark apartment and felt....utterly aone. No one lived with her this time. Her sire was back in New York. She was on her own here.

She closed the door behind her with a sigh and then went to her room. She didnt lock the door because she didnt worry about people coming in. No one knew she was here. Only James did. She started crying again when she thought about him. She flopped down on her bed and buried her face in her pillows. She stayed there for a few hours, letting it vent.

When she was done she went back to the living room and grabbed her guitar from the corner. She lightly grazed her fingers down the strings and sighed when the bad sound came out. She tuned it up and then just played softly. Getting her mind off of everything else.

[*James Silvius]

After he'd gotten a hold of himself and was reminded by his subconscious that it was just a fake break-up, James got up from the bench and began sauntering toward Litte's place. He didn't run, he didn't know if there were still any witnesses around. He took the back alleys and zig zagged every which way in case anyone was on his tail. Paranoid? Nah. He was just being careful.

When he got to Litte's apartment building, he couldn't restrain himself from flying up the stairs, taking two at a time. Should he knock? Well he could here music from inside, he figured it would be safe to just enter, so he did. Walking over to Litte with determination his his eyes, he stopped in front of her.

"Litte! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"

[*Litte Snow]

Litte had heard someone coming up the stairs in a hurry. She didnt pay attention to that though and just continued to play. She was humming quietly and then she stopped in mid-note when she saw a tall person, who was stunningly attractive, standing in front of her. Yep. James. She swallowed and looked at him for a minute before she answered. She felt bad and didnt know what to say.

She put the guitar to the side and tilted her head slightly to the right. Her eyes were a blood shot red from the recent fit of crying. She hoped he didnt feel bad. It wasnt his fault. She took an unsteady breath and then nodded. "Im fine. Dont worry about me." She said and then stood up. She gently touched his cheek and the cuts she had left with her nails. "Sorry about the scratch. I didnt mean to."

[*James Silvius]

James took a step closer and enveloped her in a hug. He didn't want to let go, bye he had to talk to her. "Litte, it's ok, I completely deserved these," his fingers trailed along the scratches on his face, still quite red. "I am so sorry. I would never ever say such things to you! I just feel rotten to the core right now," he admitted.

James sat down next to Litte and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, bringing her closer to him. They she would have to leave soon and he wouldn't see her again until after the war. "I have to go talk to Jeremiah soon and make arrangements for you. I want whoever he recommends to take you far away from this... mess. I will not have you within a yard radius of the war," he said determinedly.

[*Litte Snow]

Litte still felt horrible. She hadnt meant to scratch him. It just....happened. She hugged him tightly and took a deep breath. She knew he felt horrible but he shouldnt. It wasnt his fault. "James....You dont deserve those scratch marks. It isnt your fault...." She whispered to him and then looked up at him as he mentioned about her going away.

She sighed and looked at the ground. She wouldnt see him for a while. A VERY long time. He wasnt going to let her stay here. She could try and argue the point...but she wouldnt win. He would never let her get near any danger. She sighed once more and then layed her head down in his lap. She hoped he didnt mind. She didnt feel like moving.

[*James Silvius]

When she rested her head on his lap, James idly began playing with her hair, thinking. "No, Litte, this is all my fault. If somehow none of them knew about you, if that damn vampire Sevanni... If I hadn't tracked him down and fought him! The alliance wouldn't have been broken and this would not be happening now!" he confessed.

He was lying to the pack that took him in as family, Patrick had every right to disown him. He just cared too much about Litte to leave, hopefully the fake break up would fix everything. They didn't have to know he was getting back together with her, he would keep his mouth shut this second time around. This truly was all his fault and he felt horrible. He just had to fix it. He wouldn't stop until he did.

[*Litte Snow]

Litte closed her eyes gently when he started to play with her hair. She liked him being this close and gentle. He could rip her to shreds if he really wanted to and that made her cringe slightly. She was also curious to if he actually hated her. She had felt only hate rolling off of him before. His words had been so real. So painful. She swallowed though as she listened to him.

She then sat up and looked him in the eyes. She placed her forehead against his and breathed in his scent. "Its not your fault. Its mine. I should have let you go. Should have let you kill me. Let you keep your hate and keep your pack." She whispered and a few tears streamed down her cheeks.

[*James Silvius]

What was he supposed to say to this? Part of him wanted to agree with her, the wolf part which was a huge part of him. The wolf part saw no logic and though all of this was stupid. James felt like he was completely using the pack for his own dirty deeds. This just couldn't happen, he wouldn't let it. How would he be able to live with himself?

But Ella was determined to protect him. She said that he was family and the pack couldn't just abandon him. But if James walked out of here right now without telling Litte and let the evil vamps get him, then would the pack still be in danger if he was out of the way? Did they still care about just one boy? He knew Patrick didn't. Patrick defended the pack and not some loose end.

Whatever his choice will be, he couldn't tell Litte. If he were to just sacrifice himself for the pack, then he would make sure Litte was far away from here. "I don't know, Litte..." he sighed. How was he supposed to answer her? In truth, his life would be better without her and the trouble she brought. But it was also his fault. He played a huge part in this dastardly scheme. and he made it clear to himself, Litte made him feel so much better, like he actually had a purpose in this world.

"It's both of our faults. One thing that will always remain the same is how I feel about you, beast or not, I love you Litte. We will be married someday. I promise," was this an empty promise? Would he live through this to marry his dearly beloved?

[*Litte Snow]

Litte could almost feel his doubt for herself. She thought all of this was her fault. If she would have just let him kill her he wouldnt be in this drama. He would be with his loving pack and happy. Not having to worry about things that shouldnt be happening. She felt horrible. She didnt think he should be going through this. All because of her.

She pulled away from him and got off the couch and went over to the kitchen after his words of promise. But they had a hollow ring to them. She had a feeling he didnt think he would survive this war. He would do anything for his pack and soon they would be at war to protect him from the evil vamps. Was he planning on sacrificing himself? It sounded like it. And its what he would do.

She took a raggid breath to keep from crying again and didnt look at him. She had her back turned and her head hanging down. She shook her head slightly. "Please.....dont make an empty promise....I know you James....This will probably be the last time I ever see you...."

She wipped away the tears now coming down her cheeks and then just fell to the floor as her legs gave out. She curled into a little ball and closed her eyes tightly.

[*James Silvius]

When he looked into Litte's eyes, the whole truth shone brightly in them. He quickly diverted his gaze, choosing to look at her guitar, memorizing the shapes and patterns on it. She didn't even want to be near him or looking at him when she responded. James was a mess. A complete and utter mess. Truly, he was alone. He thought he could find family in the pack, but he blew it. He would have to leave them after this. No heart-warming goodbyes, no begging for him to stay. He would just leave. He wouldn't tell anyone or go near anyone, especially Patrick and Ella.

Could he really be happy with just Litte? Can he live with himself for the rest of his life? He dragged Litte into this so he was going to shove her out. It might hurt her, it might not. It would hurt him, though. "You will see me again. I promise you that. I may be... different though. As much as I want to I will not turn myself in. I'm not heartless enough to do that," she said quietly.

[*Litte Snow]

Litte didnt like the way this was going. She thought the break up wasnt real...but it seemed like he was actually saying goodbye. Was he trying to tell her that? She opened her eyes and looked at him. She sat up and wiped away the tears. She got up from the floor and just went over to him once more. She just wanted to be held. Anything loving at the moment. She felt bad for everything she was doing to him.

She sat down in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. But she stayed away from his neck in fear he would flinch away from her. He hated vampires much longer then he had loved one. So it would be understanding. "Are you saying goodbye to me? Will you even be happy with me after all of this? Ill never be able to come back to Paris. Ella will kill me for slapping you..."She mumbled against his skin.

[*James Silvius]

James held Litte tightly. He loved this vampire so much, it killed him to see her so upset. He was honestly doing what was in her best interest. He betrayed the pack for her, his family, that's how much he cared. They would be married one day, he wouldn't forget that. It would be hard, but he will live though this. Even if the pack killed him.

"I will go wherever you go, Litte. And Ella won't kill you. I will make sure she does not touch one hair on your head. I will be with to see the pack you will be staying with. After that you won't see me until after the war. I don't know how long this will last. If anything happens, Jeremiah will tell you," and answered. Kissing Litte lightly, he pulled her against him even closer.

[*Litte Snow]

Litte wanted to curl up and die. She could feel how sad he was but yet she was so selfish. She clung to him like he was her life line. She never wanted to leave his side and if he wasnt shipping her away she would have fought to keep him safe even if at every turn they wanted her dead as well. She loved him so much and she hated good byes. She would be so far away and the whole time she would be there she was sure she would be worried.

When he pulled her closer she hugged him tighter. "You will make it. Please...try to make it..." She said and looked at him gently. She had a few tears coming out of her eyes. "And Ella would kill me if she had the chance." She sighed. "I wish I didnt have to be so far away...."

[*James Silvius]

James looked down on her with sorrowful eyes. He was just so tired and beaten up. It was too long of a day, but he wanted to spend every minute of it with her. Litte loved him. If he were to die, she would be miserable for a very long time. And vampires lived forever. "I'm not going anywhere," he assured her. The scary thing was, he could die. His body was mortal and fragile. Litte could snap his neck with one flick of her wrist.

He rested his chin on her head. "Play me a song, Litte" he nodded in the direction of her guitar. He would miss her beautiful voice very much, he wanted to hear it one last time before he left.

(( Sorry, muse is shot ))

[*Litte Snow]

Litte was cuddling against him. She was very comfortable and she didnt want to move from this spot. She wanted time to stop and stand still and let them be together forever with no problems. But that wasnt how the real world was and they both knew that. Real soon she would be in Athens with an amazon tribe of werewolves. She needed to savor every moment with him. His voice, his touch, his kindness that she didnt deserve. She needed it all.

She looked up though when he asked her to play a song for him. She had only done that once before and it made her smile slightly. She loved playing and she had been addicted to this one song. And thinking about playing made it pop into her head. She kissed him gently and said, "All right. I will. And you better come back. Or I WILL get revenge James. I mean it." She was dead serious to.

She got up though and grabbed her guitar and then came back to sit next to him. She of course tuned it first and then she started the song.

"Today is a winding road
Thats taking me to places that I didnt want to go, whoa
Today in the blink of an eye
Im holding on to something and I do not know why I tried

I tried to read between the lines
I tried to look in your eyes
I want a simple explanation; what Im feeling inside
I gotta find a way out
Maybe theres a way out

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know youre unlike any other?
Youll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I dont wanna ever love another
Youll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain
And bring on the thunder

Today is a winding road
Tell me where to start and tell me something I dont know, whoa
Today Im on my own
I cant move a muscle and I cant pick up the phone, I dont know

And now I'm itching for the tall grass
And longing for the breeze
I need to step outside, just to see if I can breathe
I gotta find a way out
Maybe theres a way out

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know youre unlike any other?
Youll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I dont wanna ever love another
Youll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain
And bring on the thunder

Yeah Im walking on a tightrope
I'm wrapped up in vines
I think Ill make it out but you just gotta give me time
Strike me down with lightning
Let me feel you in my veins
I wanna let you know how much I feel your pain

Today is a winding road
Thats taking me to places that I didnt want to go, whoa

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know youre unlike any other?
Youll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I dont wanna ever love another
Youll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain
And bring on the thunder

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know youre unlike any other?
Youll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain
Oh baby bring on the pain
And listen to the thunder"

She finished up the song and she glanced at him. It was one of her favorites. She leaned against her guitar that was on her lap and waited for him to say something.

((One. Your a dork. lol. You didnt have to reply. Two...I did NOT realize how long that song was...haha...sorry))