"you don't understand how it is. First off, a guy will not step in between a friend and a girl, no matter the circumstance. I can't do that to him. So just drop it, alright? Go back to him. There's nothing left to say that hasn't already been said."
Donald finished his cigarette and threw it out a near window. He apologized to the Earth for burning her, and she forgave him.
"We'd never work together. And look at him. He needs something. I've got my drugs and my guitar. He deserves it. Cause the minute you asked me to stop smoking, we'd have major problems."
"I feel weird. What is it I'm feeling? Guilt? No, it's more like pity."
"And why do you feel pity? Because of Dawn?"
"I pity her and Adrian. They can't help but share anything, they're locked in each others mind. They'll know any thoughts of infedelity the other has, and then a thought becomes something much larger. Adrian is vulnerable, and Dawn is sensitive. They're going to be hurting constantly."
"I know, child. Just don't let it bother you. Go to sleep."
Donald fell asleep under a bush, feeling as Earth was cradling him and keeping him safe.
The stare he had on was blank, and his mouth couldn't move. His mind wasn't even moving. He was alone again. Donlad hated him, Dawn lies to him, the werewolf couldn't be trusted, and now Edward mocked his love for Dawn.
He was alone. The first friends he'd had all his life had left him...gone in the blink of an eye. Only for a short hour had they known him.
He returned to Dawn's bedroom. The door was still unlocked. He barged in and collected his old clothes, then he looked longingly at the bed.
'Had that really been such a short time ago?', he found himself thinking. Tenderly he ran a hand across the smooth satin sheets, touching his forefinger to his lips....and tasting cherry once more.
He quietly turned around and eyed the bathroom before leaving. There was nothing left for him here, not even Alexander, the only person who'd ever really taken him in, was alive. His reflection was cast in the mirror on the bathroom wall, and he touched his hair. The streak of white was larger now. His old self was coming back now that his happiness had been sucked away.
When he left her room, clothes in hand, he couldn't help but think Dawn had lied about other things as well. Was Adrian her first lover? He doubted it, she had said hersleff she had slept with a man once before...but even then she could be lying. Her brother had called her a whore...was she hiding a past from Adrian.
Maybe she didn't even love Donald...maybe she loved Edward...or the werewolf...or perhaps she secretly hated all of them, and was only trying to get them to sleep with her so she could crush their lives soon after.
For the third time in the past hour, he felt the cold streak of a tear flow down his cheek, but he refused to cry anymore.
Posted on 2009-05-03 at 03:53:52.
Edited on 2009-05-03 at 03:56:37 by Babaloo
Jacobi decided to skip their father and brought her straight to the sacrificial circle.
Dawn noticed. "What are you doing?"
Jacobi smiled. "I'll kill you and use your soul to summon a demon."
Dawn screamed and he threw her in, beginning the ritual. She kept screaming.
He lurched for Dawn, and tried to grab her, but some sort of magical barrier was in the way. She was screaming, not just out loud, but in his head too. The anger started building again. He could feel not only Fire, but Water, and Air and Earth inside him...this was far enough. He looked over to where Jacobi was, gagged by the branches of the tree, and he punched him. As he did, thorns grew out, perverting the tree. The thorn cut into his body, and he tried to yell, but as he opened his mouth, throns flew into them to.
He didn't know where Edwrd was, so this had to get finished quick. he threw all his strength into the Earth, and she grew the thorns. They were cutting through his organs, causing extreme pain. As his strength failed, the barrier was broken. Donald then made the tree grow more, ripping through his body, raining blood from where he was suspended. He laid limp, with a tree growing through his body and thorns sticking from his body.
Now he was expelled for sure. He just killed the headmaster's son.