Syra failed to surpress a giggle. "You hoverboard? I've always been terrified to try..." Her voice trailed off as she realized his words. "Your right. It is oddly quiet. No chirping, no cooing, or scuttling. Even the wind is silenced." As they entered the woods, she took down her parasol, closing the umbrella, and clicking the handle short, before sliding it back into her shoulder bag. It took careful steps to ensure her heels didn't sink into the soft dirt of the forest floor. "No, you didn't scare me." Her mind added 'that time' but she refused to say the words, either admitting to her own weakness again, or ,by some chance, causing Dex to feel bad.

Kail raised his eyebrows. 'I'm surprised he picked up on that. I guess I'm worse at hiding things than I thought. His brother was able to figure me out too.' He turned away and gripped his pendant. 'Trust...' "Your brother is very strong. He aspires to be powerful, and he's doing an excellent job getting there. There are probably very few people in this school, including teachers, who could match him." Kail said this all very matter-of-factly. "I understand that you don't want to flaunt your abilities like your brother, but, do you also want power?" Kail shook his head. "I'm sorry if that came out strangely. My point is... You might be deserving of my trust, but I'm not worthy of yours, or anyone else's." He turned toward the library and began walking. "Thanks for the directions. I'll try to return the favor someday."

**Flash-Back Start**
Eight-year-old Kail walked into the large, fancy ball room. "Wow! Look at all this! Looky there! That's a whoooole lot of food! Mommy, Dadd- I mean, Mother, Father, ca- may I get some food?" Kail grinned ear to ear, proud of mastering the more formal, polite speech.
**Flash-Back End**

Xane furrowed his brow, 'Not worthy of MY trust? What does he mean by that? Is he planning something?' He shook his head in confusion, thinking back on the question Kail had asked. 'Power. I.....I don't know. I'd like to have power I guess, but I'd use it to help people. Like Kail for instance. He's......strangely distant. It bothers me for some odd reason; I've never seen anyone so socially isolated. It's sad.'

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Dex's pupils narrowed to thin lines no thicker then a strand of hair. "I really did not mean to scare you before. I got too carried away." He took a deep breath and turned to Syrine, "I'm going to tell you something, but you can't tell anyone; not a living or dead soul. This is something extremely serious that I haven't told anyone, not even my brother. If you tell anyone...... I very well could be killed because of it. You have to promise me you wont tell."

Syra paused with Dex, a little surprised when he turned to face her. "Dex, it's alright. I know you didn't mean to." She put an understanding hand on his shoulder and smiled. Her smile turned to a frown as he continued talking. "Dex, if it's going to get you into trouble I don't think you should tell me. I wont deny I'm curious now, but I don't want anything bad happening to you!"

Frowning, Dex shook his head, "It's not that I'll get hurt if I tell; its the fact that I'll get hurt if you tell. Secrets aren't something I usually share freely, but......." He paused a moment and stared up at the sky, "But I feel that I can trust you."
Dex looked back down at Syrine, his eyes darkening to a deep pine green, "I'm......not exactly who I look to be. Truthfully, and as funny as this may seem, I'm really only half of one person." He sighed and shook his head again, "I have what you would call a 'Other Half' in me. Everything that I am now, he is exactly the opposite, meaning that he would kill someone, no matter who, in a heartbeat should they rub him the wrong way. You know the sudden outbursts of anger or aggression that come out of me sometimes? That's my Other Half, Griever. He's extremely dangerous and there are times when I can barely control when he tries to take over my body. I'm not sure how much longer I can even keep control at all."

Syrine smiled when he admitted that he trusted her. She kept quiet until Dex had said all he needed to say. She closed her eyes, and thought carefully about her next words. "I trust you Dex. I swear I will not betray your confidence." After a quick mental battle, she wrapped her arms around Dex's shoulders in a hug. "Thank you for telling me this." she whispered, then stepped back. "Is there any way for you to regain control?"

Dex put his hands in his pockets, "Not easilly. Most of the time, it's only after I've nearly killed someone. But....." He gave Syra a look of curiosity, "I tend to keep control more easilly when I have something, or someone, to fight for. Then I have a reason not to go beserk, which I truthfully hate doing anyway, but sometimes its inevidable. Can't be helped I suppose....."

((We still need a "bad guy" for anyone who's interested in playing the part. It needs to be someone who's on frequently please. Thanks!!! :)))

(I would but I suck at bad guys.... they always end up way too sweet and trusting ^.^')

Syra nodded. Doing a small twirl as she thought. "Well why don't you fight for your brother? As opposite as you are I can't imagine you wanting to see him hurt." She looked back to Dex. "Or you could always fight for me." she winked giggling. Flirting was what she did best, lighten the mood.

Dex smirked at this, "You'd be surprised at how much I'd love to tourcher him. It can sometimes be overwhelming. But....." He looked at Syra with a tone of seriousness this time, "There's something special about you that I don't see in other vampiresses. You're.....quite rare. Your aura is very strong, something that most other people don't have. That is the something I have to fight for. You're a...ah, rare catch, I guess you could say and you've sparked my interest......"

((:lol: Oh it's ok Syra. I would play the part, but I've already got 2 characters. :sweat: I'll try to figure something out, if you could help find someone, that would be awsome :)))

Syra rolled her eyes. "come on, he's your brother!" she didn't take him seriously for that comment. Suddenly she paused and looked at him. Surprised he had a genuine interest in her. "I-I'm flattered." she blushed, feeling the weak pulse of blood rising to pink her cheeks. She looked away, studing the woods. "But I'm nothing all that special... I'm just a vampiress with weak blood..." Her voice trailed off. Being told she was nothing special was a reinforced lesson from back home.

"Don't say that. You are special because.......you've got a magick hidden deep in you that is more powerful then even me. That's a very rare gift, so don't you ever say that you're nothing special." Dex took her hand gently and had Syra turn around, "Understand?"

She froze for a second, and looked at Dex confused. "How can you be so sure of something I've never known to be possible..." Her lips were dry. She gently licked them and looked away. She let go of Dex's hand and started walking into the woods. "I shift into mist or into shadow. Not exactly the most glamorous of abilities, especially for a full blood." She turned, hating herself for the weakness in her eyes. "There is no way I'm more powerful than you..."

((wow, she's turning completely different than my normal characters.... my characters (Syra especially) never has such a depressing out look.... kinda cool... ^.^))

Dex followed her and sighed, "It's not something that you can make happen whenever you want to. Your magick is special; it only comes out when it's absolutely needed. Even then....." He stopped and frowned, "there's no guarantee that you'll be able to control it. For example, if you were to unleash it now because I tried to, I don't know, force myself upon you, it very well would kill me instantly. Of course I'd never do something like that because I'm much more of a gentleman, but it shows how strong your power is. I've heard some things about supernatural's having this power, but I havent heard enough to tell you what it is or what it makes you. But I do know that they are extremely rare; there are only three left alive today." His eyes narrowed very slightly and turned a darker shade of green, "You being one of them...."

((Well I like to spice things up a bit. :lol: It keeps everyone on their toes! I'm glad you like it though.....))

She froze, her lower lip quivering. Leaning her back against a tree for support, she stared at her palms. "I'm so confused." Syra's body slid down the tree until she was sitting on the dirt. "Why wouldn't anyone tell me? Wouldn't it have been better for me to know, instead of risking me finding out after something horrid has happened?!" She was a bit panicky, but thought she was holding herself together pretty well. "Now I can't help but wonder what this power is...." she whispered.

Dex shook his head, "I wouldn't worry too much about it. Even though you've never known about it, doesn't mean you'll never be able to control it. I would know....." He turned to her and sat on nothing in particular, "Griever has the same magick that you have. Under the normal circumstances, Griever would kill anyone with these powers without even the slightest hesitation. However, you are not a normal circumstance. I don't believe he'd even think of harming you in any way because you're a female. That's one thing about Griever that I've yet to understand; he would never intentionally hurt a woman. Never. That in itself, he may help you rather then kill you, which is always a good thing in my eyes." He chuckled a bit at the last comment and gazed up at the sky.

"Griever hu?" she whispered, and with a sigh leaned against Dex. "What a crazy first day so far." She looked at him and smiled. "Thank you, Dex. Thank you for helping out the new girl..." she kissed his cheek, blushing. Then she sat up and looked around. "I really hope I'm not dreaming all of this. I'd hate to wake up right now." she giggled softly.

Dex's eyes dialated as Syra kissed his cheek softly. It had been unexpected and caught him completely off gaurd. "I-it was nothing, really. I'm always willing to help out a girl in need; that's just how I am I guess. Nothing huge." He grimanced as a sharp pain flashed through his head, "Ack..... N-not again. Please......not here....."

Syra smiled. "well I still appreciate it." She looked out, until in the corner of her eye she noticed Dex's face. "Dex? Are you alright? Whats going on?" She laid her hand on his shoulder, the worry apparent in her eyes.

Dex winced again and looked up at Syra, "Listen carefully, I dont have much time. Griever....is trying to break through, but...... I think it'd be better for you to meet him. Like....I said before, he wont hurt you; I'd bet my very life on it. If you can get him to trust you, it would be the first time anyone's been able to do that. You're a very special girl Syrine and you're much more needed then you think. That is something you can use to your advantage; Griever loves a good challenge." He stopped briefly and sat next to the tree, the world spinning on end. "Keep him wanting you, that's your best bet of getting his trust. If you can do that, I think......he may help you with your magick....."

With great effort, Syrine calmed her breathing, lowered her panic and listened. She nodded understanding what Dex was telling her. "I'll try" she whispered. The thought of meeting Griever worried her. Sure he might not be into hurting women but anything could be possible. Just to be on the safe side, she pulled the shadows close to her incase she needed a quick exit.

Dex's eyesight blurred, almost like a giant shadow had swallowed him whole. It took about a half minute for his gaze to be completely overtaken, but then he blacked out.

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Finally, as the black feathers that had swarmed up died away, Griever was able to move freely. That's when he noticed the girl standing there, watching in both awe and fear. Griever smirked, "May I help you?"

"Dex!" She cried as his eyes glazed. She could feel Griever as he emerged, the darkness making her feel a bit sick. Syrine took a deep breath, calmed down a bit and appeared non-chalanunt. "I'm no sure. Can you help me?" she smirked. This play was familiar to Syrine. Confident, unshaken, a bit 'princess'-y. She acted like no one was more important than herself.
Syrine studied her nails. "Griever I pressume?"

Griever's eyes narrowed as he studied the girl carefully. "Yes...... You must have been informed by my alter ego." He rose an eyebrow, his eyes flashing a vivid fuschia, "Quite pathetic isn't he? I find it ironic though how I, a ruthless and handsome leader, am stuck to a poor excuse for a living being. He needs to learn how to ignore his feelings; that's whats making him so weak." He stopped abruptly, smiling deiviously at Syra, "But nevermind him. Let's focus on you my dear. Now what can I do for you......?"

Syra stood up and brushed the leaves and dirt off her clothes. She straightened, flipping her hair off her shoulders. Syra stepped away, continuing the study of her nails. "And for a vampire, weakness gets you killed. Power is everything." she smirked. "Well, not sure if you can do it for me, but I crave power." She leaned against a tree, smiling, folding her arms just under her bust.

Griever snickered, a sly thought flashing through his mind. "Welcome to the club princess. However," The smile vanished from his face as suddenly as if someone had flipped a switch, "you have enough power in you to kill something 15 miles away from here without even touching it." His pupils narrowed to hair thin lines, "You're a Gyeist, aren't you?"