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[damon]

JUST LET ME SAY ONE THING

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Best spot in the entire city. He could remember coming here when he was younger trying new things. At that moment, no one else was with him. No one else was even in that area. Oddly, it didn't smell as bad as it use to. It seemed that everyone found a better place to smoke some up. In fact, he didn't even detect a small hint that someone had been here in days. The place was starting to get deserted. Which he loved. This could be his own place now. Not people to bug him or bother him. Damon wasn't as social as he put himself out to be. In other times, he could be very silent and mysterious. This was one of those times. He hadn't stopped to say hi or even wave at any hot chick walking down the street. Just him and his thoughts. The time for his silence was long overdue. There was not a person in the world he wanted to talk to. At the back of his head, a little picture of a perticular girl with light grey eyes and dark brown hair came into his head, but as always, he quickly got rid of the image as soon as it popped into his head.

For once, he hadn't came back here to smoke or sniff anything. This was just a place he knew would be quiet. Even if someone had been here, no one was going to be loud when the police was looking for this secret hideaway for years and years at a time. The place he lived at should have been the place for that, but there was a lot of city street noises that came blasting through the cracks of his door. Some idiot was having a party next door, so his walls by his bed were shaking with the sound of the bass beating again and again on his wall. This. Yes, there was some noise, but nearly nothing compared to his place. The only sounds were the falling echos of the noise blocked by a wall. It was like a large alleyway, in Damon's opinion. Dark. Only the light of the street and the nearly full moon gave him the ability to see. It was late, but Damon could take care of himself. He was being hunted by a hunter a few weeks ago, but he figured that hunter had long past forgotton about how he easily lost his pray.

Because of the smooth quiet of the night, there was no way that someone would come without him noticing it. If someone was, he would probably leave them be unless it was coming toward him. In which case he'd just run after seeing the fact. Otherwise, he was going to remain silent. He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and just picturing everything that had happened. His life went from not very exciting to having a turn at every moment. First started with Vi teaching him all about other supernaturals. It was something he should have learned along time ago. Then there was the contiunous beautiful girls in his life, like Rissa and Mina. The hunter that came to where he met a young girl who liked his cousin. Just everything piling on top of another. What was happening in his life was interestingly enough basically what he was doing regularly at a hightened level. He even managed to contact his sister online.

His hand ran through his hair before he opened his eyes again. A thought came to him. Reminding him of his family. No one was here. It smelled almost like nothing had been here for a long quite. The things surrounding him were flammable, but nothing that could be caused by a simple smark. With a crooked smile, he decided this would be the perfect time to pratice and experiment. Hard concentration came through his veins, watching his finger light, giving more light to the dark place. He tried two fingers this time before making his whole fist in flame. It didn't bother him, of course, as firetamers were immune to the fire they made on themselves. If he wanted to burn all of his clothes, he could just make himself a giant flame. However, since he loved his signature jacket, he kept to his hand. The signature jacket was a big black leather coat, almost biker like, but so worn after wearing it since high school.

Without warning, he flew a ball high into the air, like a baseball, and caught it. It was basically a flamming ball he was watching, throwing higher and higher to see where it would land. Once it got to a certain limit, he realized what this looked like and make the fire disappear into the air. Shit. There he was, making a big fire looking thing for people to be attracted to. God, how many people saw that ball of fire? That was embarassing. Maybe to Damon, it was just a moment of stupidity, but for anyone else, they would have fled. Damon didn't want to seem that way, so he stayed where he was, keeping the fire that he played with around himself so that it wasn't showing at the top of buildings like the other one had. Oh, how frustrating. He was even frustrating himself for thinking like a child. If only he could tell the world about it. He wouldn't have to hide like this. Those damn humans were making him keep him a secret from them. Such cruelity. Why were people so afraid of letting themselves known? It was about time someone did. This war needed to end so that everyone could know what he was made of. As he heard footsteps, he cursed under his breath, but lit out his fire and pretended to be oblivious to anything. As that's what he always did, wasn't it?

YOU'RE SELFISH AND SORRY

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somebody who really loves you,
I AM HUMAN AND I NEED TO BE LOVED, JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE DOES

Stupid. One would say. She was stupid. This whole thing was stupid. She decided to come back to Manuka; that was an entirely stupid move. But this was her hometown; where she was raised and grew up in, where she spent most of her live in. So many events occurred here. So much bad memories lurked around here and it hung in the air. She knew it too. She was well aware of it. As much as she wants those memories to disappear and be gone from her mind, it made her who she was. Without them, she would be a completely different person. If she forgot all the bad events that had happened over the years, maybe she would just be oblivious to the supernatural world like she was several years back. Now, she was well aware that there were people who were 'different' than the humans. They were granted to unusual 'gifts'. Here ex, Damon, was granted the ability to control fire, playing with it any way he wanted to. He even burned down her house for good sake! Ah. That was the past, stop thinking about that, The past is going to stay in the past, like how what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?

Well. This place didn't change at all. Giselle walked around the area, her gray eyes scanning every little aspect. Everything looked the same, burn marks on the floor and the stubs of cigars flung all over the ground. But it didn't sound or smell the same. The smell of smoke and drugs wasn't contaminating the air. For once, Giselle was able to take a deep breath and not end up coughing her lungs out from the terrible stench. It felt nice. And now, the sounds of shouts and laughter was gone. Not completely, was it was definitely brought down several notches. There wasn't even a large crowd partying around here or a drunk couple trying to tear off each others clothes in the corner. The area around here just felt..different. It didn't feel the same, not as inviting. It was more haunting and quiet. Things changed and she just had the feeling in her gut that something bad was going to happen. Then, Giselle had to be ready for anything.

Suddenly, the darkness around around her lit up for a brief moment before it went all dark again. Then the same thing happened once more. What the hell? The female raised an eyebrow and glanced up at the night sky. Suddenly, she saw a ball...of fire? She rubbed her eyes, trying to see if what she had just seen was just a trick with the light, but no. There it was again. The ball of fire, alive and flying into the air. A pangs of fear pulsed throughout and female's body. But then again, in the back of her mind, she was curious of what had caused the flame to erupt. Stop. Curiosity killed the cat, remember? That wasn't good. There was a bad feeling clawing up her back ,warning her not to go. Aw. Screw that. She mentally pushed those feelings side, putting them in the back of her mind. So the female decided to approach the source of the flames, just to see what was happening. Several of her golden metal bangles clicked against each other she got closer to the male.

As she closed the distance between the two of them, she skidded to a stop. No. Her pale pinks parted in shock at the sight of the male that was not too far away from her. She knew who he was. There was no way she would forget a face like that. He had made such a huge impact on her life. No. That couldn't be..he should have been gone by now. It's been two..three years since she had last seen him, since she had left him. He was not supposed to be here! Not here, behind the bikesheds but here, in Manuka.The only reason why she came back here was because she though that he was gone. This wasn't part of her plans. "...Damon..?" She said out loud, saying only his name, just to make sure it was him. And that was the only thing she had escaped her lips. Other than that, she was shocked, dumbfounded even.She let her words hang in the night air. Giselle didn't know what to say or how to react to him. She was scared because of what he had done to him, shocked of her presence here, hurt because of several reasons and regrets for hurting him too. With only the two of them here, Giselle was sure he had heard her footsteps approach him. He would have been deaf if he haven't noticed the sounds of her soles coming in contact with the pavement.

Well. He looked as great as the last time she had seen him. He didn't change that much. His hair did grow a tad bit longer, but he still wore that coat. That coat he wore all throughout high school. It was getting worn from how much he had worn it. Yes. She still remembered. How could she ever forgot? There was one time period in her life there Damon -- yes -- the bad boy, was the most important person in her life. They dated for four whole years, all throughout high school, up until he revealed what he truly was, as he said ' a firetamer;'. They were able to create and manipulate fire to whatever they wanted. So she freaked out. Of course she would. She never knew that was real. It was shocking. He still ho-- ugh. No. She mentally bitchslapped herself at the side of her side and attempted to smother those feelings or butterflies she got around him. She constantly reminded herself of how much he had hurt her. No feelings. "Speak of the devil.." She murmured quietly. 'And doth he shall appear.' one says. Careful Giselle. Approach with caution. She whipped around so then her back faced Damon and she started to walk away slowly, not wanting to see him. But she already knew that the firetamer had figured out who she was. And she was not a stranger to him. It was the same for her too.

notes // so excited XD

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Damon hoped that it wasn't just some stupid couple wanting to get busy back here. He had been here first and didn't want to try to move just because the two lovebirds were stupid enough not to get some sort of room. Though Damon had done it himself, but those were on different occasions. For once, he certaintly couldn't bring a girl home while his parents were downstairs. Gross! It was disgusting just trying to think about it. Still, he usually didn't get busy if there were other people around besides his buddies. All he wanted to do was sit and relax. Even the smell wouldn't have gotten to him. After so many years of the air stinking an oder most foul, he became immune to it. Not to mention his place has a small stench of it However, he did have to get rid of it when his stupid nosy neighbor reported the smell of weed coming from his place. God, what a prick.

The voice he heard though almost caused him to slam his head against the wall from jerking it up so quickly. That voice. He had heard that voice so many times and would pick it out anywhere. Her voice had often said his name. In the past, it had been a lot lighter instead of questioned and surprise like it was now. So it was true, she was back. His green eyes glowed brightly in the blue darkness as he gazed over at her. She had gotten more beauitful than he remembered. All the childish features that she had still been wearing were now vanished into a mature chistled featured face. It made him flash back memories. All these memories of meeting her here because he wanted to see her but wanted to hang with his buddies. So he had just brought her here. Really, the big bad Damon was such a softie when it had came to Giselle Ambrus. He had been a true gentlman when dating her. Everything else he had done the same, but he treated her so differently and with care. Looking back, he felt that was a really stupid move. What a faggott he probably made himself to be as! Doing all these... cheesy things for her. The coat he was wearing was put around her shoulders from the cold he wasn't sure how many times. He wanted to regret all those stupid corny actions, but he found all he did was miss them.

That feeling wasn't showing in his face now, however. All the feelings he may have still had for her- for he had loved her- was pushed away. Far back in his mind. He didn't want to feel them. He couldn't. Not with all the time that had passed between them. At that moment, he physically and mentally refused to like her still. All that was in his head at that moment was memories of when they last saw each other. Through the heads in the hallway of the school. Her eyes were widened with fear as she looked at him like he was some freak. Some beast that was going to kill her at any moment. Is that how he was looked at, huh? Damon didn't want to tollerate any of that now. Damn her beauty. What was with filled with surprise was now solid, his eyes flaring like the fire running through his veins. She was almost like a shadow to him, but he knew that voice and figure well.

She muttered something soft and quiet that he didn't catch. It frustrated him, so he stood up from his bent over position on the wall and walked toward her to see what she had to say. His fingers twitched at the urge to throw the ball of fire, but something in him was resisting. At the moment, Damon was having an inner battle. As much as he loated her, the feelings were sitll there. If anything, that seemed to frustrate him more. She was nothing more but a selfish bitch and he was standing there having flashbacks about happy memories they had shared together. To think that her most beauitufl moments had been when she smiled. Well she wasn't smiling now. Damon's face became even harder with every step that he walked, looking very dangerous and unlike the Damon that most people had the pleasure to meet. He knew he was perfect, so he was trying to think of why he was letting himself fall this far. Why was he even bothering?

Finally, his feet stopped. There was no more room to walk unless he wanted to get close with her. He'd rather stand his distance. Giselle was probably going to want that too. "Giselle." He said in almost a harsh whisper. In the eerie silence, even where he was standing, she would be able to hear that. "What brings you here? I thought you were gone." The words were casual, but the tone he said in them were cold. He couldn't remember a time when he had ever spoken to her like this. Even when they broke up, his heart still throbbed enough to not be this cruel to her. Now that throbbing heart was hard. In his head, he had to keep repeating to himself that he was over her. Now all he wanted to rub her nose on how well he was doing. He was happy, had tons of girls in his life, loyal friends, and the free will to do whatever he wanted. So why was that voice in the back of his head still there? It was quite annoying.

YOU'RE SELFISH AND SORRY

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words // 983 // tagged // damon

somebody who really loves you,
I AM HUMAN AND I NEED TO BE LOVED, JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE DOES

She was so foolish and childish in the past. She actually loved him in the past. She still had feelings for him. Giselle was stupid for falling so hard for such a guy like him. He screamed bad news and vibe. But she was a sucker for bad boys. Still did. Plus he had wonderful facial bone structure, gorgeous eyes, strong jawline and firm lips. In conclusion, he was flat out gorgeous. Damn. He was so good looking. So good looking. She'd tap that in a heartbeat and kiss thos- get those thoughts out of your head, missy. That was the past. The past should stay in the past. That was where it belonged. But what happens if she still had feelings for him? Feelings that could not be erased from that spot, like a permanent scar. It was there and a constant reminder of a distant memory that it will never be gone. Of course, with time it will begin to fade away slowly.

But still. He was Damon Lucas Ellis. There was no way in hell she could forget or even ignore him. Since the first time she set eyes on him, he was on her mind. He managed to tear down those walls she had put up against the others. He even managed to get to know the real her; the caring sweetheart side. And she did the same to him. They balanced out each other in such a strange way, but it worked for the both of them. They had such a history together. He was the first guy she had ever fell in love with and kissed and etc. Some say love is a river, some says love's a silly song. Some say love is all around us. It lifts us up where we belong. Some say love is hearing laughter in the rain. But on the Manuka, we all know love is pain. Some say love is a secret you keep sealed. But to these two, love is a battlefield.

Then he began to approach her. His facial expression was unreadable, harsh and cold. When he stopped, the female adverted her gaze away from him.Too close. He was too close to her. Too close for comfort. She felt her breath get caught in her throat, nearly choking but she didn't. Her heart began to slam against her chest like a jackhammer She stared up at him, blinking several times before saying anything else. Damn his height. He was always a tall guy, towering almost a half a foot over her. Her muscles were tensed up and her whole body became stiff. She was highly alert of the area around her and her eyes were locked on the male. Her gray eyes met up with his green eyes for a brief moment before she broke the eye contact. She could understand that there was tension between the both of them. Hell. It was filled with tension around here. It was ridiculous. But she had broken his heart in two and he had hurt her. The both of them were hurt in indescribable ways, but neither of them wanted to show it.

She laughed weakly in response to his statement, showing how nervous she was around him. She was terrified but Giselle tried not to show it. She knew he could set her into flames before she could even apologize to him and beg him for forgiveness. She showed no sign of fear nor affection. She showed none of her emotions at the moment, just..coldness. "I'm back now." She said, shrugging, making it sound like it was no bid of a deal. It was though. She was back and she didn't expect Damon to be still here. The human reminded herself that he wasn't the same guy she had fallen for years ago. He must have changed, like she had. They had made such a huge impact on each other. "I'm here cause I want to be" She said, gesturing towards herself, pointing at herself with her pointer finger. It sounded like a response a five year old would give someone.

It's hard to turn up the heat with an old flame. But stand back. Someone's about to add fuel to this fire. "What? Am I stepping into your territory now?" She asked. Her voice was laced with such hatred and malice. Giselle smothered any feelings for had remaining of him. She didn't want to show it. It was stupid of her to show that she still had feelings for him after such a long time. "Why are you here?" She inquired, almost accusingly. Her tone was cold and bitchy, a tone which she rarely spoke in. The only time she spoke this way to him was whenever they got into an argument and he was being a total jackass. The female then pointed at him, right at him, jabbing her finger on his chest almost as if she was demanding an answer from him. She wanted an answer from him. And she wasn't asking him why he was here behind the bikesheds but instead, why he was here in Manuka. But she was curious why he was chosen to come to this place tonight. She would have guessed he would have have been to a club or somewhere much more exiting, not a place so quiet and calm. He had that look on his face. Yeah. That look. The female shot Damon a questioning glare. She didn't have to say anything. She just knew from the large amounts of time they had spent with each other. He had that look like he wanted to say something, but then again, he didn't want to. He was hiding something. Or even, he was not saying it to her face. When faced with an uncertain future, the questions we truly hate to ask are the ones we we fear we already know the answer to.

notes // so excited XD

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Giselle was repaying his looks with equally hard cold looks. They were facing each other, glaring and hating just the sight of each other. He felt that there was an invisible string attached to both of them that grew the more intense it got. The soft cool calm air was now gone. Vanished. It was replaced with the thickness of the air. Damon felt he could barely see through the emotions clouding his vision. He managed to get some details of her being that upclose. Though angry, she still looked beauitful. Sometimes he swore that her eyes were a light lavender with the grey eyes reflection gave. They just looked white now. They had nothing really to reflect on except the darkness. The pair still managed to sting him hard. The only sign he showed that those eyes pierced him as if they were examining his soul was a faint twitch at the corner of his mouth.

The more she started to speak, the more the urge to throw fire came into his hand, but he kept in control. There was no way he was going to let her prove her point. Said he was a freak, well he was just going to show how much a freak could be in control of his own abilities. It had been years since his last outburst. Damon had praticed massivly since then, able to form a ball of fire from as big as his head to as small as a tiny marble fitting delicatly in his hand. He wasn't going to bring the element out yet. The way she spoke was like he was meeting a completely different person. Like it was some spoiled rotten rich kid that was telling the poor boy what to do (Damon was in no ways poor but what he wore, what he drank and bought, he sure acted like it) Her attitude made him picture her with a hand on her hip the way she was swinging her finger all over the place. Yes, he knew who she was and he knew who he was. Why was she pointing?

He thought to use that to his advantage. Showing that someone had a flaw usually always worked. Most of his fights were with fists, but there was no way he could hit her. Even if he did find it in himself to hit a girl, there was no way he could bring himself to strike at her. Maybe at the most he could give her a light love push but that was the extent. Even with his temper at what it was raging now. "Wow, you sound like a spoiled teenager. Congrats." He told her with rich sarcasm spreading through his voice. Damon didn't get to use sarcasm very often, but when he did, he found that he was the upmost expert on it. Saying it with the straightest face and his eyes giving a slight hint of mischeif. No sparkle was put in them now, however. It didn't matter. His words would say enough. Damon told himself that he wanted her to turn around and leave but after not seeing her in so long, her presence was almost filling. Like he was whole. Which was strange because he never realized there was a piece missing to begin with.

Though she said it with insult, he did feel as if she was tramping around in his territory. She left, she was suppose to be gone out of his life forever. There wern't ever any calls, messages, or notes of any sort that said otherwise. All of a sudden she was here thinking she could prance around like a fucking deer to claim this home. No. For some reason, that just didn't feel right in him. Why had she come back? It certainly wasn't to see Damon again, as surprise in the face when he first saw her. That theory was increased when she asked what he doing here. Her finger poked hard in his chest, but his quick reflexes moved his hand to jerk it away. Nothing too harmful. Just to get her off of him. He took a couple of steps back in disgust, almost as he was playing five year old with his little sister all over again. Don't touch me. Damon's temper didn't need any physical actions involved. That was just going to make it worst.

There was a deep growl that came from his chest as he snapped, "I actually live here. I have more right to be here than you. The only reason you knew of this place was because I invited you some years ago." It was very strange to think that even though it felt like twenty years ago, it had only been three or four. Three and four years of partying hard. The years had gone by every so slowly, but he wasn't going to have that show. No. He wanted to show that he was having the time of his life without her around. Sadly, it was mostly true. The only piece that had been missing from the perfect life was her. Damon could never admit that kind of irrational thought to himself. "I've got an idea. Turn your big ass around and walk away. You're in my terf." he told her, throwing what she had said to him right back at her. Damon wasn't sure if she still was uncomfortable about her curves. Maybe she had grown out of it. Either way, it probably wasn't a good sign. She was part latino. Somewhere in her blood or she wouldn't have the hair she did. Or the curves. Ah those curves... he shook his head, trying to keep the eyes on the main task.

YOU'RE SELFISH AND SORRY

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words // 981 // tagged // damon

somebody who really loves you,
I AM HUMAN AND I NEED TO BE LOVED, JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE DOES

What she was showing on her facial expression, her posture, her whole outward appearance, was not what she was feeling deep down inside. She was lying. Not only to him, but herself. She acted tough, stubborn, and strong in front of him, but in the back of her mind, it was a completely different story. But Giselle didn't want to show it. She was terrified of what he was capable of being. She wanted to run into his arms and apologize over and over and over again, saying sorry for how much she had hurt him. They could kiss and make up like they used to. If only life was that easy right now. If only it was as easy as one, two, three. Life was not a fairytale with a Disney cheesy, princess endings that were on those home videos and discs. And Giselle knew that. Life's a pain in the ass. It was like that one Facebook relationship status that said it's complicated'. Well. Welcome to life.

Usually Damon was the one with a terrible temper and they were both well aware of that. He could go from completely calm to livid within seconds. His temper was something was something that went straight through the roof. And she would be the one who was able to..tolerate more than him. She did have a bad temper but it wasn't as bad as his. But now they were both blowing up in each other's faces, almost to the point where they would both be screaming at each other on the top of their lungs. She was ticked off and he was pissed. This was just another pointless argument between the two of them. Talk about one hellavah reunion. Just him standing there, looking even more gorgeous than she remembered, brought back memories she didn't want to remember. Memories of their relationship. They were buried in the back of her mind for a reason. A good reason too.

He swatted her hand away and shifted away from her, putting more distance between them. Not like she minded anyways. He was already standing to close to her before. Too close for comfort. But even though he placed distance between the two of them, Giselle felt like the tension grew thicker and more harsh. She flinched when Damon growled at her. It wasn't something he did often. "Actually. You brought me here. Not invited." She corrected him. Smartass move. Pft. Invited my ass. He -- quite literally -- dragged her over here one night, telling her that he needed to show her some place fun. She told him she didn't want to go because as a made up excuse, she said 'she didn't feel well' and all that kind of bullshit. And the firetamer, saw through her lies and brought her to his 'secret place'. After that day, the duo often hung out here.

He made it pretty damn obvious that he didn't like her presence being here. He acknowledged that she was here be striking a conversation, but he disliked the fact that she was standing right in front of him. He didn't even need words to express it, but he decided to open his big mouth to say something to shoo her away. Fine. If he didn't want her here, then she was going to go. Not like she wanted to spend her night having a pointless argument with an asshole ex. She had better things to do. She wasn't going to waste time on him. The female turned around and began to walk away, but her ears managed to catch her last couple of words. Right when he said 'big ass' and 'terf'. Giselle stopped in her tracks and raised an eyebrow. No. She could take the insult like a big girl. It didn't bother her at all. Those were high school 'bitch insults', several which she had heard from girls in high school. She let that roll off her shoulders easily. She was proud of her curves, but yes, she did struggle with her body image during high school.

But what drove her over the edge was the fact that Damon though he could command her around? Push her around? She whipped around to face him once more. Her upper lip twitched in amusement at him. "Your terf? Since when was this your terf?" She asked, folding her arms over her chest. "I have a better idea." She started, glaring at him with her piercing gray eyes. "What about you haul your ass over to some club and pick a fight with another chica? Then maybe get drunk, get laid and I'm pretty sure you know how the rest of the story goes." Giselle said, her words cutting and cold. She was well aware of his bad boy intentions. She knew how he worked and operated. Before she waltz into his life, he was a player, breaking girls hearts here and there. Then she came by and got him straightened out. During their relationship, they both stayed very loyal to each other, but there was the occasional accusations of cheating. But now, the female could already guess that he was not using his brain and using his dick to think, once more. Well maybe he was using his brain right now, in this argument with her. Maybe just for these few minutes. But for the majority of the day, he probably used his dick to think. Wrong brain. He probably slept with girls left and right, seizing every opportunity he had. Well, yes, she did have her fair share of one night stands but they weren't often. They only happened when she was wasted and wasn't making the right choices. At times when she was unsure about what she was doing and had beer goggled on, that was the times she would end up in bed with a stranger. But never mind that.

notes // brainfarted D:

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Damon searched his memory. Had he done that? Oh yeah, he didn't really ask her. He more of said lets go to this spot that I know. It was the same thing. He had been forced to go on some shopping sprees to 'get a guy's opinion' which was one of the most terrifying experiences in his life, by the way. Nothing but rows and rows of different clothes in every color he knew on the planet with every style and pattern. He swore that she had tried them all on. His sister tried to do the same thing, but he could easily refuse her. When those big grey eyes were staring up at him with a big smile on her face, how could he say no? It was hard saying no now. Damon didn't think it was hard, of course, but every inch of his body was aching. His toes, legs, waist, arms, hands, head, and heart. Everything wanted to lean forward and hug her after not seeing her for so many years. Just forget everything she said. However, Damon was willing to fight every urge in his body tonight. He didn't want to get hurt again and this was the proper way to do it.

He shook his head at her, "You didn't have to keep coming." Damon told her, remembering that after the first time he dragged her over there, they both went together pratically since then. In his opinion, it had been the same thing anyway, as Damon wasn't really the one to ask. He was always the one to grab someone's hand and see if they fought back. "You actually ended up liking this place. Unlike the shit you brought me to." He snapped, completely lying in the process. There actually hadn't been a lot of places where Giselle brought him where he didn't like. Shopping had to be the only exception. Sometimes it was during prom, but he only didn't like wearing the stupid tux. Everything else had been fine. Everything from the dirty dancing to the food. Oh, those had actually been surprsingly fun. Most of the time, Giselle had a way of knowing what Damon liked and where he liked to go to. Even if he didn't specifically tell her that's what he enjoyed. It was as if she had made a lot of lucky guesses. Not that Damon should have talked. Luck had run right beside him all the way to this point.

Now the luck backfired. He supposed that not every moment could be lucky. It had to balance out with some extreme thing being through at him. Though, it almost looked like it was going back to normal when she turned to walk away. However, since Damon couldn't shut his overly large mouth, she back tracked with hatred in her eyes Damon hadn't seen before. He almost wanted to back away as she stopped back but his feet were planted in one place, daring her to come at him with all she got. As she spoke, he felt his heart take a twist and he was confused for a moment. What was this? Hurt? No, no, Damon Ellis never got hurt! He did once in his senior year but any insults had gone right over his head and bounced off of his ego shield ever since! What was wrong with him? This wasn't anyone special. It use to be. Now she was just another angry woman at him. It wasn't like he hadn't delt with angry women before. In fact, he did it constantly. They really seemed to get offended when he left first thing in the morning and never called them back.

For a moment, he was stumped. In her defense, he did kind of do that on a nightly basis. Not tongiht. And usually he didn't get drunk. "You don't know what your talking about. Sure, I get girls, but the only time I get wasted off my ass is our anniversary." He snapped, talking about the anniversary where they had broken up. Not back together. Damon couldn't remember that date. It had been sometime during the school year, but that's all that went through his mind. He for sure knew what day his life slowly started going to hell. "It makes it my terf," He added, almost forgetting about it, "is because I never left it." Though he had dreams of running away, it was mostly to get away from his family. In the last few months, he discovered that they were very helpful and they all loved him. Though he felt like he could strangle all of them at times.

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somebody who really loves you,
I AM HUMAN AND I NEED TO BE LOVED, JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE DOES

When she whipped back around the face Damon, but for a moment, she swore she saw something else in his eyes. It wasn't the same emotionless, cold ones she had been looking at the whole time during this reunion. For a moment, she saw a light flicker. Of hurt. Hah! Take that! Part of her left like she accomplished something. Success. She managed to hurt the invincible Damon. She should get a trophy for that, really. She actually managed to chip of part of his 'ego shield'. Then the out part of her actually felt bad. Giselle felt back for hurting him. Not once. But twice. And maybe several times before that. Yes. She did feel bad for hurting his ego right now, but she felt even worse for the past. She felt bad for calling him all those bad names, threatening him and then leaving without a single word. If she could change the past, she would in a heartbeat.

They say a leopard can't change his spots. But some things do change. Their relationship changed so much it was beyond unrecognizable. It was just a shattered memory now. It used to be loving, affectionate, passionate too but not it was cold, emotionless to the point where they acted like stranger to each other. It irked her Really. It did. She was having a inner battle with herself. She mentally bitchslapped herself, cursing in her head, and smother those butterflies. As much as she loved mother nature, those stupid butterflies needed to die. Immediately. Butterflies in the stomach was not a good sign. No, it was not. She crushed those butterflies, letting them die out and wither away.

"...only time I get wasted off my ass is our anniversary.

Pang. There that hit a sensitive spot. Immediately, she already knew which anniversary he was talking about; the day they broke up. It been..how long? Two, three years? About that much. He actually celebrated the day they broke up? Even she didn't! Her soft lips popped open in shock and she felt her heart drop like a crashing airplane. Pain flashed across her eyes for a split second before she recovered from the impact. It felt like she had taken a physical blow -- like he had punched her right in the gut. It hurt. But in reality, Damon Ellis, as much of a jerk he was, he was a complete gentleman and would never physically hurt a girl. Really. She was stupid to still have feelings for this selfish asshole. She should have gotten over him a long time ago. She could have found better guys out there. There were better fish in the sea, but no, she had to have feelings for a jerk like him. She was foolish, indeed. Quickly, she turned her head away from him, not letting him see that he had actually hurt her. Giselle bit her bottom lip and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to distract herself from his words. It was something she did often; play with her hair to distract herself from whatever. She wanted to ignore his, forget that she ever heard them, but no. They were just there, in her had, replaying over and over again like a broken record tape.

Then he explained that this area, where they were standing, was his terf because he never left it. She did. She left this area. She left him. If she had a choice, she wouldn't have left Manuka, but she did because it would be better for the both of them. Or so she thought. It would hurt every single time she seen Damon, just like now. She would feel that pang of regret for their unsucessful relationship. People around her thought she was crazy for accusing Damon of burning down her house, which he did because of his stupid abilities. Many even insisted that she should get help! They thought she was crazy, looney even. In reality, she was one of those 'pitiful' humans who knew about the supernatural world. The female then turned to face him one more, her face hardening, showing no sign that she let herself falter moments before. No. She wasn't going to show that she let Damon hurt her once again. "You're acting like I even had a choice to leave or not." She snapped back at him. She didn't. Her mother demanded that she should leave, whether she liked it or not. But of course, her ex didn't get to know her side of the story. He never did. He just thought that she left because she wanted to. But that was not true. She left herself stay silent for several moments, letting Damon say whatever he wanted to. Sometimes the most important thing to know is when to get out. And when to give in. She wasn't going to give in just yet. That was stupid. It was sign that she was weak. And Giselle Ambrus was not weak, but she felt herself falling apart slowly, right in front of Damon. "I didn't have a choice.." The female said, her voice fading so that her last words were barely above a whisper. Her expression softened. Her words weren't going to affect anything right now. She messed up everything already.

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She didn't respond to the anniversary. Giselle just stood there like a little bit and stared at him. Damon stared back as if saying, 'what, no comment?' but didn't have to say it out loud. The look of victory had been enough. It wasn't very often that he got to shut her up. She was one of those people who were going to voice their opinion if the time came to it. Actually, it had been a quality that Damon always liked in her. Strangly enough. Too many were crowding deep in a corner hoping that someone would save them. Giselle was the one to step out and try to help the hero in rescuing her instead of crying in the corner every time her hero was almost decapitated. It just made more sense. It also made Damon feel like she could speak for herself. She wouldn't get pressured into anything or left defensiveless in case something had happened to her. Damon thought it was a great quality. Now, however, it was a little annoying. He had never had to fight with her before.

That wasn't true, he guessed. Every relationship had the bumps on the road, but nothing had been like what they were doing now. Before it was a couple of screams at each other between Damon's temper and Giselle's temper- though quite smaller than his. In the end, however, they always seemed to make up. To hug and have an awkward smile at each other than yawn and make up some stupid excuse to go to bed early. It was only until the next day where they ran into each other's arms and pretended like it had all been just a terrible dream. He very much doubted that was going to happen now. How would he ever get past what she did? How was she going to get past what he did? Though he didn't mean to and lost control, Damon did manage to burn down a house. He'd be pissed too if it was on the other side of the board. At the same time, he thought it was very small payback for what she had done to him.

The words came out as a snap and almost took a whiplash at him, but he stood still. She didn't have a choice? What did she mean she didn't have a choice? For the past three years her mom was holding her against her will? Was she held back for three extra years and had no choice but to stay where she was at? That was the stupidest thing he had ever heard, especially coming from her. Oh, so she was trying to make herself not guilty for saying she couldn't help it. Damon was easily going to spin this in his favor. Her tone softened, but all it did to him was make him clench his teeth. He wasn't going to give in for the soft features on her face looking at him. That beauitful face filled with beauty and sorrow. The face he had spent nights staring at after she fell asleep during one of his action movies. Another memory flashback happened. His enourmous body lay across her couch and she lay on him, eyes closed and peaceful. So calm. So easy to look at her and softly stroke her hair, as not to wake her.

He pushed the memory out as fast as it came. This was not going to help his train of thought. He had to remember that the peaceful angel sleeping on top of him had also been the angry demon in her household. Damon couldn't realize how selfish he was being at that moment. She was here, in front of him after all this time. The face he had been secretly missing ever since the end of school when she moved away. Of course everything had to be about him. He was the perfect man. Mr. Everything. The one the girls wanted and the one the guys hated because he was so marvelous. It didn't occur to him what Giselle may have wanted. The only thing he was thinking about in his own mind was what she had put him through. What had happened three years ago as a navie teenager in love. It wasn't quite the same now. Though Damon hadn't changed hardly at all, the things he had changed were his out look on relationships.

Enough hating her. He needed to tell her, "That stopped you for three years? Damn." He said the last part, as he had been talking to her, very sarcastically. Thats when he lead his attack, "Sucks not having a choice, doesn't it? Really fucking sucks. It's understandable. Some people can't help it. Some people can't help the way they were fucking born. Some people loose control and can't control it. It just SUCKS when you can't CONTROL anything in your life!" The more he spoke, the more passionate he got. Damon exploded. His arms started flying everywhere like some insane story teller, his voice volume rising higher and higher with the intensity of his words, "You know what is the worst part?!" He pratically yelled, "When others don't get that. They just judge you and shoo you away like you like you meant absolutely nothing. But I guess that's how freaks work, huh?" He spat, using one of the words she had called him back at her. All those words were a blur, but that had been the first word, so it stuck right to him like glue for three years.

OOC: Damon's such a 'wah poor me' haha

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I AM HUMAN AND I NEED TO BE LOVED, JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE DOES

The moment her facial reaction and her tone softened, it didn't seem to affect Damon, but instead, pouring more kerosene to his fiery temper. That was all her needed to be driven right over the edge. In the past, with that puppy face she had, he would be immediately calmed and wrap his arms around her carefully. Then again, that was the past. Damn. She missed his touch, those affection kisses and those nights she spent with each other. And right now, she realized she actually missed him. A lot! But it looks like the both of them, their relationship, changed greatly. It was not the same as it was back then.

Oh my gosh! He never spoke to her in a tone like that. Wait he had. A couple of times, but it was only a few words and they -- quite literally -- kissed and made up, apologizing for what they had done. But Giselle doubted that what they done in the past would fix the present now. The minutes he rose his voice and begun snapping at her, he looked crazy. He sounded crazed. He was literally shouting on the top of her lungs, making ridiculous hand gestures at her. He even starting to wave his arms in unnecessary ways. Damon looked like one of those crazy men standing at the corner of the streets, shouting at the top if their lungs, preaching to..whoever, but you know what I mean right? And right now, Giselle wondered what the hell he was trying to say. It didn't sound like he was criticizing her for what she had done right now. It sounded like he was yelling at her for what she had done in the past. He was just letting all his feelings spill out and was shouting on the top of his lungs just because no one was there. Hell. She could hear him loud and clear, there was no need to even shout or raise his voice. But no -- he was shouting to get his point across, just to drill it in her head. But still, he was spilling out whatever he was trying to say.

"Some people can't help the way they were fucking born....But I guess that's how freaks work, huh?"

His words stung, like putting hydrogen peroxide on an open wound. It hurt like a bitch. She stood in her tracks, confused and hurt. Then by the end she completely understood, Damon wasn't talking about how it was stupid that she didn't have a choice to leave of not but instead, he was yelling about how she reacted when he confessed that he was a firetamer. He was hurt. Just like how she was. This was completely irrelevant to their conversation, but now that he brought it up, it become part of it. He just had to tie in the past into the present. When he told her what she truly was, she wasn't understanding like she usually was, but instead, the first words that flew out of her mouth was 'you freak!'. Then after that followed a several lines of threats and bad names that consisted of 'stay away from me' or 'you fucking liar' or the best of all, 'you freak of nature'. It was groggy in her memory. She only remembered little parts of their argument, not the whole thing. It was like a one's memories the night after a crazy party; couldn't remember the whole thing, the memory was blotchy and it time and a bitchload of effort to remember the whole thing in depth. That important event was tucked in the back of her mind, along with all the other memories of Damon she had.

Her face hardened once more and her lips turned into a pout, not one of those cute ones, but a mean, pissed off one. She was pissed. She groaned, a loud, frustrated one too. That. Was. It. "I overreacted!" She shouted back at him, throwing her arms up in the air.. Okay. That was an understatement.' Freaking out 'wasn't even the correct word to describe it. Her reaction back then went way over the edge. But of course, Giselle being as paranoid as she was, she made the whole 'confession' situation seem worse in her head. It was a terrible habit she had. She just scared herself by making everything seem ten times worse. And now, in this argument, if he was going to bring up the past, then she was going to too. "I mean. It's not everything your boyfriend tells you that they are a 'freak' that controls fire." She said, putting air quotes around the word freak. She was a completely normal girl who was madly in love with a guy who ended up being something that was abnormal. How would you take that? She didn't take it in a good way. "And then burn down your house!" Giselle shouted, raising her voice, at him approaching him. She stopped right in front of him so that they two were only inches apart. She looked right up at him. Her gray eyes locking on to her blue eyes, keeping his gaze. "Nice goodbye present, wasn't it?" She asked, tilting her head slightly to the side. Her voice was sarcastic, cold and laced with hurt. The female didn't know why Damon would go and do something that stupid! It was a ridiculous move. That was the reason why she was driven out of Manuka. If she haven't freaked out over the truth, then maybe he wouldn't have burned down the house, then maybe she wouldn't have told someone and accused him of burning down her house. All of it could have been prevented. They were both the cause of the demise of their relationship.

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That softened face hardened once again as he spoke. It hurt. It had to hurt. That wasn’t quite what Damon was planning to do, but there was some satisfaction knowing that he did. That’s right, feel bad. She only ruined Damon’s outlook on relationships. He also had drunk and smoked a little more intensely than in his younger years. In fact, it was actually because he was now of age to do everything. Before it had been little after having to sneak every time he did it. He had to had it from society, his parents, and from anyone else who might decide that it was a good idea to rat him out. Now that he was over eighteen, he could smoke in public and blow it in people’s faces if he desired to- though he didn’t do that, but he very well could if they were giving him one of those disappointed death glares. Before drinking had to be asked of an older friend to buy for him and then drink his friend’s booze with a ‘you owe me one’ talk about it. Now he could go up to the bar, show his ID and sneer at them because he could drink all he wanted. All he was hiding now was the illegal stuff. Hence why he didn’t do it as often as he use to.

Damon had been acting crazy, but it was also a deadly mixture of things he had been hiding for years. So when it exploded, it was verbal confetti spreading all over the streets. If anyone had been even around at the event, they would have heard everything. It was a good thing he didn’t really say anything that might have given him away. Anyone who didn’t know the story could have easily thought it was just him being a hurt broken boy that was talking nonsense. Damon was talking nonsense. He just didn’t see it because all he could focus on was the girl standing in front of him. She had no idea what he was going through. He had no idea what she had gone through. It hadn’t crossed his mind to think that way. Everything that was on his mind was what he had to deal with. What price he had to pay. Compared to his own thoughts, she had nothing to complain about.

Did she say she made an overreaction? Oh, Damon would hardly call it that. It was more like an overreaction to an overreaction! It was double what she was claiming it to be. Did she realize what she had done to him? The reason he lost control and left a spark on her curtains to almost set the whole house in flame was simply because of her ‘overreaction’. She snapped it at him, as if he didn’t quite understand it. His temper was just growing higher and higher, his hot fingers twitching with the boiling blood pulsing through his body. It was awfully tempting. The two things that kept him from doing it was that it might just prove her point and it might hurt her. The first reason was the one he was repeating over and over in his head, but the control in his hands knew the truth. When he had lost control at her house, he could have easily gone for one of her clothing. He tried to divert the spark from going one way though.

Did she understand that? No, she just assumed that since she broke her heart, Damon turned and put a giant fire ball on the curtain and made it spread all throughout the house. Everyone tried to get rid of the fire, of course, but it was a firetamer’s fire. Cursed and only stopped through other firetamers and the one who created it. No human water hose could accomplish the quick demon flames from spreading. She got really close to him, only inches away, and Damon started breathing heavily with anger. At the same time, his heart raced for her being in that close of contact. She hadn’t been that close in years. He actually felt her cool breath- to Damon the firetamer, it was cool breath- on her, moving his hair as she spoke with passion. Another flicker of hurt flashed through Damon and he became even more frustrated with the fact he was letting her get to him. After all this time, she still had the power to do that. It was quite annoying and very frustrating.

Damon was close to stepping away from her, as that beautiful face was starting to distract him. Still, he didn’t want her to know that. He wanted her to make sure that he wasn’t afraid of her words anymore. Giselle acted like she had won the battle, but Damon was far from done. She made it sound as if he did it on purpose. That was going to have to be cleared up. ”Giselle, you didn’t overreact. You took my heart, and did this to it,” He said, making a pulling motion with his hand, ”And then you cut it up, chewed it, spit it out, and laughed at it. I loved you Giselle!” Though the passion in his words, he only raised his voice at the end, stepping back so that he didn’t hit her in the face with his hand. He would have never put it this way to anyone else. Damon hated to admit that he had a heart. It was a total pussy move, but he had to let her know. ”Try to picture a teenage kid who had just got his heart ripped out and having the fire being controlled. It was an accident.” If the fire had been on purpose, Damon would sure have told her. ”Don’t you understand? I had never been in that emotional trama before and my body couldn’t handle it.”

Just then, his fingers lit up with flame and curved into a small ball, about the size of a baseball. Not as big as what he was throwing before, but it was bigger than the smallest ones he could make. It sat in his hand, not burning his skin, in control of the heat that was coming out of his hand. ”I’ve got control now. The memory of you was my training control.” He said with all the venom his words could carry, clamping his open hand shut and making the fire that was in his hand disappear with a ‘whoosh’ sound. He put his hand down and stared at her, his face not as hard as it use to be, but still trying to trap any emotion from coming out. Only his green eyes gave him away.

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somebody who really loves you,
I AM HUMAN AND I NEED TO BE LOVED, JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE DOES

As soon as she seen the flash of hurt through his green eyes, there was a pang of hurt and regret inside her. Then he made a hand motion, pretending that he was ripping his heart right out of his chest. That's how he explained what she had done to him. Giselle didn't mean to do it on purpose! She hated this feeling that rushed right through her body. She hated it! She wished it would just go away, stop bothering her like a pesky fly whizzing around her ear. It was annoying, bothersome and it got on her nerves. She loathed it. Giselle didn't like knowing that she had hurt Damon so much; so damn much. She never did like it. But then again, he had hurt her too. She had to look at the situation that way too. They both hurt each other so much. Maybe, in the end, they wouldn't be able to fix their problems. Maybe there would be no 'happily ever after' for this duo. Let's just hope that this story doesn't end in a tragedy.

"..I loved you Giselle!”

Loved. Loved. That was where she needed to put emphasis. She singled out that one word. He loved her. Not love. Loved. It was the past. And the past didn't belong in the future. Right. There was no passion between them anymore. Nothing. All she had for him was lingering feelings and she wasn't even sure if he held any feelings for her anymore. She still felt something for him. "I loved you too, Damon." She said, holding back from tears that were about to spill. She wasn't going to cry in front of him, although she had done it several times in the past. He was always there to comfort her, but she wasn't so sure about now."But there's nothing between us anymore." She said emphasizing on the word' nothing'. She shook her head. Maybe if Giselle said it out loud, the feelings for him would fade away, just vanish into thin air. The more times she told herself that she had no more feelings for him, then maybe, she wouldn't. It sounded like a stupid thing to do, but it didn't hurt to give it a try.

"...Don’t you understand? "

Oh no no. She would never understand why he done whatever he did. She couldn't put herself in his shoes and try to look at the situation through his eyes. She didn't understand how that was an accident. He was able to fully control his abilities when they were together, which was majority of the time in the past. And never once, did he set something a fire. The fire that caught on the curtains spread like a wildfire throughout her house, engulfing the furniture with the flames and soon, the whole house. The fire couldn't be put out too! It was ridiculous. She couldn't even put out the fire, even if she dumped a bucket of water on it. It wouldn't disperse. "Don't YOU understand what you put me through?" Giselle snapped, turning the whole situation back on to him. It was a selfish thing to do; to turn it all back on him. Answer his question with another question. Of course he wouldn't understand. He just didn't. He was Damon Ellis. Right now, all the cared about was his part of the story. What happened to hers? Why was she getting all the blame for this? He didn't even know what he put her through; all the pain of having to leave him without a word and not returning his desperate phone calls. She ignored him because well, she was afraid of him. Plus, she didn't want to confront him after what she had done to him and all the names that she called him. He was the sole reason why she was driven right out of town. The reason why she moved. Why couldn't he understand that? All the thought about how she had hurt him, but he had also hurt her too.

The minute the flame erupted and came to life in his hand, a small strangled gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes widened a little bit and she took a couple steps backwards as if she believed the flames were going to jump out of his hand and burn her. A shiver ran throughout her body, sending chills down her back. Not because she was cold, no, it was perfectly warm out here. And the chills were not in a good pleasant way either. It was more like the chills one got when there was nails scratching the smooth surface of the chalkboard. The fire licked the air around it, radiating heat. But still, the firetamer managed to encase the heart so that it didn't run amok and go wild. Fear clawed up the females spine. Giselle flinched, as if the fire had burned her, but in reality, it was nowhere near her and part of her knew that Damon wouldn't let it burn her. If he wanted to give her second degree burns, he would have easily done with already. She hated fire, especially ones that firetamer's made by their own will. Damned Damon. He was the cause of this irrational fear. He burned down her house in the first place. Luckily, no one got hurt. But since then, she had this crazy fear of open flames. She was terrified and it was obvious.

A strange sound came to her ears and she glanced towards Damon, seeing the flame in his hand was put out. So he was telling the truth. He had learned to control the flames now. Her upper lip twitched slightly, in amusement and she sighed a sigh of relief. It took so much self control not to run over and hug him and congratulate him for successfully learning to control fire. A part of her wanted to get over with this, just have him right out of her life. Giselle just wanted this to end. She didn't want to put herself through any more emotion pain or torture just by standing here and arguing with someone who used to be so important to her. There was too many flashbacks and memories she didn't want to remember. It hurt too much. She was just going to take all the blame for this because she was the one who sparked his anger. Giselle was going to take the fall. "I'm sorry." She said to him, not really caring if Damon would accept her apology. She was a big girl, she would be able to take full responsibility for this. But part of her wanted him to forgive her for what she had done in the past. What she had done was stupid and foolish. "What are you going to do now?" She snapped, accepting whatever price she had to pay for whatever they had done. "Torture me? Make me pay for hurting you?"

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She had to have known that he loved. Ever since the tense first time telling each other, he made a note to tell her every day since that point. Whenever she did something cute. Enough to make that small smile on his, he told her that he loved her. Damon made sure that it was a constant reminder. Maybe he even over did it, who knew? Never got tired of hearing that 'I love you too' back to him though. Even if he knew it from the thousands of other times, it had still made him grin and feel wanted. Now it was a completely different story. Everything had changed. He felt like everything had been one of those beautiful dreams stuck in his memory. At the time, it had been too good to be true. Turns out Damon was correct. Something happened because obvioulsy life wouldn't let him lead the perfect life. There needed to be something ripped out of it in front of him.

Though he had used the past tense word of love, it was weird coming from her lips. All he ever heard was 'love'. When he said it, he thought it all the time. I loved her and she left me. I loved her and she broke my heart. Yeah, I know, but I loved her, going through hsi mind. It had never come out of her lips before, but he understood it perfectly. He said it first. It only made sense that she repeat it back to hm. Who could possibly love a freak, he thought sarcastically, frowning and peering at her with loathing in his mind. His thoughts were sitll fresh from the entire explosion. Everything was still repeating and racing through his mind. He thought if he had got it out into the blue, it would all go away. All it did was strengthen what the words meant inside of him. It was now said out loud, he felt that there was nothing left he could do to push it away.

What she said wasn't true. Giselle may have not felt anything like she said, but Damon sure didn't feel that way. It hurt for her to say that. It hurt for him to think that as a reality. It also did frustrate him to figure out that it wasn't true. The fact was it shouldn't have been true. He should have said 'yes! You're right!' but it wouldn't come out of his mouth. No, no, no! He couldn't still be feeling that deep within. After everything, why was he still thinking about her? He should have moved on by now. Everyone told him that time woudl heal it, but time wasn't healing. The only thing that decreased it was all the women he was with and the booze he was drinking. Time had nothing to do with it. In fact, Damon was currently cursing time in his head for not doing it's job. Guess he needed more drinking and more girls to get completely rid of it. The only problem now was that she was now in town. Before he never saw her. Now who knows how many times he was going to run into her. Was this karma? Probably. What a bitch. "You're right. There isn't." He snapped, glaring at her.

Put her through? Was he hearing this right? What did he possibly do to her? So he burned her house down. That was a small price to pay in Damon's eyes. Her parents had a lot of money and probably bought another house in a quick flash. He couldn't quite see that she also lost all her possesions from the terrible spreading fire. All Damon could really focus on was him, as always. He was being selfish, but he didn't know it. In his own mind, he was being reasonable. Putting himself in her shoes, all he could think of would be how he wouldn't have yelled and screamed, therefore preventing the fire. It was hard to imagine himself as a human, though. He didn't understand the concept of thinking the world was a safe place and supernaturals were just horror stories that came from books. "Oh really? What did I put you through?! Boo, you had to move. Everything else was your doing, not mine." He growled. Sure, in a sense, it was. If he wanted to play that game though, it was his fault for having feelings enough for her. All what he was saying could be easily shot back at him. He only saw the bits and pieces of it.

Was that fear he saw in her? She was still scared of fire? Damon actually felt a little bad for showing her, but his face would show the opposite. A sly smirk went across his face to hide that concern he had for her. He often used heavy humor to cover up what else he was really feeling, hence why he was such a funny guy. He was thinking he should have made it bigger and let it go toward her, but the part of his mind that was in denile was regretting showing her just by the wide eyes she was showing. "Calm down. If I wanted to light your big ass, I would have done it by now." He told her with a roll of his eyes, feeling the heat from his hand even though the fire was out. The heat was always there trapped underneith his skin. The cold wind never bothered him. Hot days were still cool in his perspective. That's why the sun was always fucking hot.

Those were two words he never thought he'd hear come out of Giselle's mouth. I'm sorry. Her face showed it. Damon was taken a back, his wall of a facial expression broke and tumbled down, a little confused. For the first time that night, it also softened. It was like everything was better. He tried to make it back to the hard face he had, but he couldn't get himself to do it. It made him frustrated, so a mixture of annoyance was planted in his face now. Not from her, but from his own stupid actions. Way to blow cover now. She did ask a good question, though it was in a snap. What now? Damon didn't think this far. He always wanted to confront her but now that he had, there lay the question. Now what? He stared at her for a moment, trying to think of some witty sarcastic response but came up with nothing. "I just want you to leave." He said finally in a tone he hadn't been with all night. It was softer, no emotion in it. Only Giselle could do this to him. Make him just forget his raging and answer her. "Torturing you would swoop down to your level, wouldn't it?" He added more harshly, but returned to the voice he used previously, "And like you said. We have nothing now."

YOU'RE SELFISH AND SORRY

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somebody who really loves you,
I AM HUMAN AND I NEED TO BE LOVED, JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE DOES

Bam! He dumped all the blame of their demise down on her shoulders. He was being selfish indeed. All the thought about right now was his part of the story. What about hers? Damon wasn't even looking at her part or tried to put himself in her shoes. He said this was all her doing. Then what about the parts that he contributed to? From burning down the house just because he couldn't take that much 'emotional trauma' or the fact that he dropped the 'truth bomb' down on her and not having a backup plan for that. She too, went through some kind of emotional trauma. Giselle would take part of the blame but not the whole thing. He contributed it this too. She wasn't going to take the fall. It wasn't all her fault. Them he taunted her when he realized she was still afraid of fire. He even smirked! He thought it was funny? Damon even added a dash for sarcasm. It was maddening. She made it pretty damn obvious that she was terrified and all he did was pick at it. What an ass. But he made his point, if he wanted to burn her, he would have done with already, without second guessing himself and in a heartbeat.

The moment his cold, emotionless facial expression came crashing down after Giselle apologized. It was obvious that he didn't expect those words to come out of mouth. Damon was taken back by surprise. She knew she made some kind of progress. She knew she managed to strike some kind of chord in him. With the both of them, as stubborn and bad tempered the both of them were, only one had to give into this battle to end it. And Giselle was sure that Damon was not the type to give in. He never was. It was a trait he had that she adored; determined and driven. But now, it was just pissing her off. He was stubborn and he wouldn't let any of her words let to him. If it did, he didn't show it. Up until now. When his facial reaction softened, there was a mixture of confusion in his expression. For once, in this evening, she thought she saw the old Damon she knew years ago. She saw him there for one a moment, a flicker. Giselle took the time to savor this moment, take it as a time to think of some like of snarky, cutting remark.

She shook her head when he commanded that she should leave in an emotionless tone. She wasn't going to leave without getting her point across or at least some kind of feeling of redemption. "No, you don`t admit that you get hurt. You get angry, lie and cover it up and then you do something stupid." She yelled at him as if she was lecturing him. "Don`t pretend that you don`t care" She shook her head at him. She hated acting his way to him. She hated telling him off. She hated telling him what he was feeling, but she needed to do it. He was just going to tell the lies, cover up what he was feelings and smother the truth. he would twist the truth to the point where it was unrecognizable or he was plaster some stupid lie to cover up the truth. She knew Damon. She knew him much better than others knew him. It was the same for her, Damon could see past her lies. She knew her words would either; a. hurt him. b. admit to the truth. c. piss him off even more. or d. drive him to make some other bullshit lie to cover it all up, which would prove her point even more.

It was only that moment Damon had faltered. It was only for that little for the time. Then almost immediately, he reverted back. His words were once more, harsh and cold. He stated that there was nothing between them. Nothing. She didn't want to believe that there was nothing between them anymore, even though she had said so before, she just didn't want to believe it. She was in denial. She didn't want to accept this as the truth. This couldn't be. Damon was notorious for lying to many people, concealing his true feelings. Pausing, the female then opened her mouth to speak, but fell silent, though shook it off. Her expression softened but her temper was still raging inside of her. She didn't like the way this situation was playing out. This wasn't the way it was supposed to go in her head. In her head, the whole story played out differently. They say life is full of surprises. That our dreams really can come true. Then again, so can our nightmares. Careful Giselle.

"Damon..." she spoke softly, calling out this name, getting his attention. Giselle walked up to him, this might as well be the last time she was going to see him. Carefully, She reached for his hand, feeling the warmth of it. Lightly, she ran her thumb over his palm. In the past, she liked to thing of Damon as a natural space heater. He was never cold and he just radiated heart, keeping her warm. Now she understood why. "If you want me to...leave...stay out of your life...please, tell me, honestly." She begged, pleaded, almost choking in her words. Her voiced was uneven and hesitant. It hurt to even ask him that. The truth would either hurt her or bring happiness. It took so much strength muster up just to say those simple words. That line was such a simple line to say She was a strong girl, but this hurt. A lot. Once those words were out, there was no way she could take it back. No matter how much she wanted it. Giselle felt something inside of her die out and something shatter. She losing something no one knew she had to begin with...her heart.

What if he really want her gone from his life forever? Were her actions never to be forgiven? Were they really that bad? If he wanted her to go out of her life, she would steer clear of him. She would be gone from his life. Honestly, Giselle didn't want him to say that he wanted her out of her life. She begged that he did. She wished, she hoped. But if Damon did, she was going to have to respect her answer and leave. It would hurt. Maybe as time past, her wounds would heal and she would forget him, but there was always going to be an ugly scar. She tried to keep eye contact with him, trying to seek the truth. This posture and facial reaction would have told one story but his eyes would say something completely different. Shakespeare says, "All's well that ends well". And sometimes, it just ends. In life, as in art, some endings are bittersweet. Especially when it comes to love. Sometimes fate throws two lovers together only to rip them apart.

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It was a miracle that Giselle hadn't left yet. Damon felt like leaving, but he was for one, facing the wrong way, and two, he didn't really want to be the one for a coward. He was a stubborn child, and didn’t want to back away from a fight. In fact, he hardly ever did back away from the battle. Obviously she was the same way. It never occurred to Damon that Giselle wasn’t as stubborn as he was. No one was as stubborn as he was. Still, even a little stubborn didn’t really cross his mind. They usually had agreed on most things in the past, so there hadn’t been a scene for stubborn acts. Now that they were on opposite sides of the board, he was seeing this side of her and frustrated with it. She may have not been stubborn except in this moment not to walk away. He couldn’t walk away from this, though it was probably the healthy choice for him. However, since Damon didn't focus on healthy choices, he kept it up if it would kill him.

What frustrated him the most about her comment was that it was completley true, even in situations that hadn't been with her. All he had done in the past was that. More specifically, he hid it with sarcasm and humor, but he did hide it in some way. Though he did have something to throw back at her. "Yeah. Whenever I told the truth, I end up getting yelled at." He spat right back at her. Damon was a brillaint liar after doing it for so long. The police hated him because they knew he did it, but had no proof against it. As they pattered and threw things at him like they did on the crime shows, he still kept the striahgt face and asked for them to demand real proof. Even when they brought it up, he had to bluff that it was fake. It had always been that way. There was one person who he couldn't lie to. It was the girl standing in front of him.

No matter what, he could never lie to Giselle. Ever since he first met her, it took all the effort in the world not to ask her out. He felt that at the time, it would have been too soon to ask her out to dinner (silly him, thinking that it took time back then. How navie he was). After that, of course he was going to get drunk and go over to her house and ask her out. When he was drunk, he said it enchanced his personality. There was no way he was going to keep that part of him in. Sure, it wasn't quite how he had been planning it in the beginning, but it obviously worked out after that. He remembered opening his eyes and looking around trying to figure out, along with a throbbing headache, where he was. Opening his eyes to her had made all the different. Then opening his eyes to her happened a lot after that. Spending the nights, and being high schoolers together... though he always found it very strange at her house, as her mother was the most skeptical woman. It made sense, as Damon was aware of what Giselle had gone through.

How he had gotten angry about that when he first found out. Her father. What a bastard. For the first couple of nights, he had wanted to hunt him down. The only thing that kept him from doing so was the fact that he had been about seventeen at the time, and that he wasn't sure how Giselle was going to to act to her boyfriend being a killer. Damon wsa quite alot of things, but he hadn't harmed others. Most of the illegal things he had done had really done some pretty physical trama for him. Passing out because he drank too much, getting high off of all sorts of illegal substances, and barely ducking behind a corner holding a stolen objects wern't exactaly nice choices for himself. The stolen products may have hurt the owners, but it wasn't like he stole expensive stuff. Just items that said 'your secruity sucks man'

After he told her that, he couldn't himself to look right at her. In fact, he had to look away to hide that his own words had impacted him as well. The truth and reality came out. They were officially always over. Never to hold each other again. It was like the breakup all over again. As if it wasn't the hardest thing he went through in the first place. Then he heard his name. Not like it had been before. The confusion questioning was gone from her voice and filled with something else. Something Damon hadn't heard her say in the entire conversation they were having together. His heard jerked toward her where the wall of his was slowly breaking down more and more. He felt like he didn't care anymore. Nothing was worth it anymore. After this, maybe he really did need to go out and get wasted like none other This was going to take a lot of alcohol to swallow.

Her hand was in his again. Just out of habit, he grasped her hand. He didn't even realize he was doing it. It was just something he had always done and it felt wrong not to do it, no matter where they were at right now. Strangly, his hand was feeling like it was home again. A new hot pulse traveled through his veins as he looked at her again. As she spoke, he almost stopped breathing all together. Her face pleading and hurting with every word she managed to slip out. Damon's heart ached and the thought that was in the back of his head was finally surfacing into the present part of his mind. The thought of liking her again was finally swarming in his mind. It should have been so easy to say 'I do never want to see you again' but he couldn't bring it out. It made a realization that he didn't want to never see her again. He wanted to see her. Damon didn't want the previous love of his life to ever leave.

He didn't know what to do. What to say. He actually just wanted to turn and leave, but she deserved an answer. "Giselle... I just can't afford... " God, how could he put this? How could he put what he was thinking endlessly in a words that could make sense to her. "to get hurt again. I don't want you to leave my life, but I have such a different lifestyle now." That part was very true. With such a strange lifestyle, he was actually afriad to be shamed by Giselle. To catch her eye and see that she was sneering at his pathetic lifestyle. His lifestyle was really just partying twenty-four seven, but some interesting things happened in those times. A lot of sucking up and decieving that hadn't bothered him until the thought of her noticing it bothered him. She really did effect him in ways that he hated. There was just no way... god, couldn't he have said no? It would have been better.

YOU'RE SELFISH AND SORRY

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somebody who really loves you,
I AM HUMAN AND I NEED TO BE LOVED, JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE DOES

The girl right here was one of the only few people who were able to put up with the notorious bad boy, Damon Ellis, who was a bit of an ass. Within moments, majority of people would have walked away from this argument, frustrated with his snarky remarks or started swinging fists, but Giselle did neither. It was amazing how much she could put up with him, how much bullshit that she could take from him. She just stood there, hurt and pissed at the former love of her life. She had been with him that long and knew him that well, that she knew he was lying straight to her face, which she hated. And he knew it. He was an excellent liar, disguising the truth with lies and he was good at it too. Damon had a whole arsenal of sarcastic remarks that could easily piss someone off. She could tolerate him. But she couldn't sit there and watch those silly action flicks that Damon would put on, without falling asleep.

When his fingers coiled around her hand, she felt some kind of warmth and comfort wash over her body. His touch was so familiar yet it felt like a stranger's. But still..it felt nice. She felt her stress slowly fade away. Patiently, Giselle waited for an answer. She gripped her hand tighter, a little habit she developed over the years with Damon. A small hand squeeze meant she was scared or nervous or wanted comfort. She did. She was afraid of what he was going to say in response to her question. There was silence between the two of them. Well? All Damon had to say was 'leave me' or 'don't see me again' or something along those lines that made his point. Or even, he could simply just walk away. She would get the clue. Her world wasn't going to stop turning all because of one guy. Easy as that, but he didn't. He remained unmoved and plastered to where he was standing.

Suddenly, he began to speak, but he paused as if he was searching for the right words to explain whatever he was feeling. Damon Ellis was never good with words or his true emotions. He always covered it up. In the past, he merely used actions or his witty tongue to express his words. And now, he was searching for the right words to explain what he was feelings and what his words translated to her was ' i still want to be with you but I've changed and I don't want to get hurt' Giselle fell silent at his words. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know how to respond to it. She was confused. Damon was so unpredictable, once moment he could be screaming at you with his voice as cold at ice and the next moment, when he let himself falter, he showed a completely different side of himself. At first, he said that he wanted her to leave, she refused to and now, he didn't want her to leave. Did he want her to stay? Oh. She didn't care! She wasn't going to leave either way, not unless he wanted to her to leave forever, be effaced from his life.

Then again, it made perfect sense. He didn't want to be hurt anymore, after what she had done to him. What she did was inexcusable. She had hurt him greatly, making a huge impact on his life. She -- like he was shown earlier-- torn his heart right out of his chest. Then again, it's been two or three whole years since she had seen him, it would be stupid that he was the same guy she left. Of course he changed, she did too, She changed quite a bit but it wasn't a huge change where it was to the point where she was unrecognizable. But the real question was, how much have he changed and would she be able to accept it? Would his habits be too much for her to handle? Giselle didn't know. She would have to see how much he had changed to know, but what she managed to get a taste of, she figured that Damon haven't changed that much. He was still a jerk with a weaker side. He was still the Damon she fell for.

But maybe words weren't needed anymore. Actions did speak louder than words. She brought her face up towards his, letting the distance between them diminish. Their noses touched. Her gray eyes met with those turquoise ones. She leaned even closer, unsure of what she was doing. Giselle was never unsure, never the type to second guess herself. She was the type to 'do before she actually thought about it'. But here, now in that moment, she wasn't sure. Giselle pushed those thoughts right out of her head. She laid everything she'd ever been taught aside. Everything about trust, hurt and pain. It all fell away like a cloak being swept away from her shoulders by the wind. Her lips touched his and lingered there, hover milometers away from his lips, as if she was hesitant. Hell. If she was going to go for it, then go for it. Then she knew she had to really put everything behind her. All the pain, the hurt, the trust that had been broken. It could all maybe end now, right then, with a kiss. So simple and sweet, it could change her, change her world. She didn't hold back, she kissed him. Her warm lips pushing lightly against his. At first the kiss was soft, like a feather. It was soft, sweet, and light. But she began to put much more passion and intensity into that kiss. Every nerve in her body lit up with his touch. Giselle suddenly realized how much she wanted him, how much she missed him. Maybe a little too much. Those emotions she had balled up inside him; the anger, the pain, the regret, she was now pouring it all into this kiss. She did need him. She needed every bit of him. His gentle touch, his warm soul, that's all she wanted. She wanted him.

Okay. Enough. Stop! Stop! What in the world was she doing?! What did she just do? She feared that she wasn't making some good decisions right now. The female did something before even thinking it through or questioning herself. That was a terrible habit she had. She broke away, ripping herself away from him abruptly, stopping the kiss. Her lips, that Damon just kissed, parted in shock. "Holy shit.." Giselle murmured, cursing at herself, mentally scolding herself for what she had done. Yes. She did enjoy it, as a matter of fact, it was great. But was it really necessary? Was it needed? Did Damon feel the same way, still? She shook her head trying to get rid of those thoughts in her head. She didn't apologize because she felt like she didn't need to apologize. She didn't. This was something she had done that she didn't, well maybe she did, regret the kiss. "I - I should leave now.." She stammered, struggling to spit out her words. This was the perfect time to leave before she had to put up with a whole bunch of awkwardness. This would be the perfect time she made a proper exit.

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