Rebel Without a Cause

She winced as he grabbed her arm. It wasn't unbearable but she had never been handled in such a way, and quite honestly it hurt. "Who am I to tell you things like this?" she asked running after him. She was extremely stubborn.

"Not that its any of your concern but I wasn't the one who willingly murdered helpless people." she said staring at him defiantly. "I was the one who hid my fiances sister from him when I found her alone crying in their home after werewolves came in and murdered their family and had bitten her and left her to die. I hid her so she wouldn't face the fate that her brother would give her."

She could feel tears welling up in her eyes remembering Christina and how she had wished she could have done more to save her. "I was rewarded for saving a life by having her and my father murdered." Her hair had fallen loose from the chopsticks as they fell down on the floor and her blonde tendrils fell in a cascade down her back.

"How dare you presume to even have the slightest idea of the things that I've went through or to even act as if you know me! If you did you would know my perspective of the so called 'good guys' isn't that great either." she placed her hand on her hip. She was angry but she realized that she was also much smaller than him and he could easily overpower her before she could reach for a wand to defend herself it the need arose.

Felix had made his way out of the bar by the time she had caught up with him, and her angry shouts caused him to turn around angrily and grab her by the arm. She was still saying things about 'how dare you' as he held her arm tightly and spun her towards a wall, pushing her up against it and holding her there, his hands squeezing her forearms harshly as she he very slowly let his forehead rest on hers, and let his breathing calm down.

'I am Felix Barker, I am a mad man, I will not let this woman force me to be someone I am not.. am Felix Barker, I am a mad man, I will not let this woman force me to be someone I am not.. am Felix Barker, I am a mad man, I will not let this woman force me to be someone I am not.. " He repeated a few times in his head, his hands shaking as he held her there unmoving.

"You are the most... stubborn woman, I have ever met." He growled, his lips near her ear, his hands still gripping her forearms roughly. "Most people would have heard my name and run.. instead you run after me.. shouting about how I need to be more compassionate towards others feelings.. in case you haven't noticed, my life has revolved around not caring, and only causing other people's pain."

He slowly leaned his head back and looked into her eyes, frowning. "You should run while you have the chance.. before my past catches up and you regret having ever talked to me." He said, still not letting her go, simply standing there while a group of drunks walked by, cat calling them and yelling about how the should get a room.

She looked at him, her eyes a little wide as he gripped her forearms. Only one person had ever gotten this angry with her before and she had lived to survive them. "I'm trying to be your friend if you hadn't noticed." she replied. "Why would I run?" She couldn't get a good read on him. He had went from just a little paranoid to flat out insane in less than two seconds flat.

"I have heard on occasion that I can be quite stubborn when I want to." she went on to say. "Could you please loosen your grip alittle before you bruise me? I don't think I would like to have to explain mysterious bruises away....especially when people would want to know who caused them..."

She knew she had bitten off more than she could chew with this one but she really didn't see any logical or sane way out of this. She had jumped down the rabbit hole and into the dark abyss the second she began talking to him and quite honestly, she liked that he didn't lie to her about what he was. He didn't try to protect her from it like her cousin would have.

Felix felt his grip tighten and his eyes narrowed, glaring at her. "I don't need friends. Friends are a danger. I had one person in my life, we loved each other for one short year... and now she's gone. I have no idea what happened to her. I'm a coward and a liar. I do not make friends." He hissed, his body tensing as another couple passed them, their arms linked as they headed down the road to a nicer bar.

Felix felt a slight breeze drift over him, and his hair swung up slightly, he looked down at her with a grimace and carefully loosened his grip on her arms, enough to hold her there, but not enough to bruise her. "Christy, do you have any idea what pain I could cause you?" He asked, suddenly unsure if he wanted her there, or if he wanted her to listen to him. "I could have you laid out on a table, forced down as I use spells you've never heard of before. I like knives.. knives are the best. They can slice the skin and cause no real damage, just pain." He had moved his lips forward again, so he was whispering this all in her ear.

"I have chained people to walls and whipped them until they were so close to death they had an out of body experience.. and had to sit and watch while I tortured their son, while they could do nothing to stop it. I like mental torture, I find out who in your life makes you tick, who you would hate to see any harm come to, and I throw them in a cell right next to yours, put a silencing charm on both, so you can't talk. And then take you each out, one by one, so you are forced to hear your loved one scream for mercy."

He was gripping her arms tightly again, his lips moving against her ear, his body was visibly trembling as he spoke. "I have a dog, who is part wolf, who's saliva is so toxic if he were to lick an open wound, it would immediately become infected, and flare up to the point that if you were a muggle you'd have to take anti-biotics for months before it went away." He smirked slightly, his beard tickling her ear and neck and he slowly looked down at her shoulder, using his torso to keep her pinned to the wall.

"You don't know the person you've got your eye on. You shouldn't want to be friends with me." He growled and suddenly leaned down, planting a slightly whiskery kiss on her jaw, right where her jaw connected with her neck, a smirk still in place on his face.

Oddly enough all of this made Christy laugh a bit. She knew she shouldn't...she also knew that if he wanted to kill her right this second he very well could, but some how she found her situation rather amusing. It wasn't as if she didn't hear his threats..she had. But she had also heard those same kind of threats from her cousin when he was around.

"You know," she said leaning her head back against the wall, "If you're going to start talking kinky like that you'll at least have to take me on a date." She smirked looking back at him. If she couldn't get out of this situation at least she would throw him off a bit.

"Good thing for me then that the one person I ever truly cared about went missing on me more than two years ago. I have no clue whether he's alive or dead and if you were even able to get your hands on him, he would laugh as you tortured him." she loved her cousin more than she loved herself but even she had to admit knowing him he had a terrible dark side, more so than she would let on to anybody else.

"I've lived in the serpent's lair and lived to tell the tale. Can you look me in the eyes and tell me I'm lying?" her face was deadly serious as she spoke. Her breathing fairly even despite the fact that she was pressed against the wall. If he pressed his face any closely he would be able to tell her pulse was faintly faster than normal but nothing to show that she was in fact scared of him.

Anger swelled through him when she sounded amused. Oh if only she believed him when he said he wasn't the type to get along with. Once upon a time he might have killed her on the spot, he might have kidnapped and tortured her far more then her precious cousin might have. He believed she had been through things. Oh he believed her, one saw through to the pain pretty easily, but he wasn't about to let her treat him like this. He had a knife on him, but for some reason his hand didn't move to that or his wand.

He didn't move at all, he simply stood there, breathing harshly as he felt her pulse with his jaw, beating almost regularly. She really wasn't afraid of him, not at all. Felix narrowed his eyes and moved away from her again. "A long time ago.. you would have regretted saying that to me... but I am a broken man who simply wants peace.. not a lifetime behind bars." He suddenly moved away from her, glaring at her. "Go... just leave. If you talk to me again I WILL curse you."

"And move away like a coward?" she asked calling after him. Do you think so little of me?" No, she wasn't interested in something romantic, just friendship from someone who would understand. Someone who could relate on some level.

"Felix!" She called out after him, "Have you ever seen what true torture has done to people? Aside from what you or your father did? Have you ever been so angered at someone that you made them sleep with a bed of Egyptian asps because the slightest word they said to you about something set you off? Everyone wants peace and my peace is dead."

She could feel the tears silently rolling down her face as she spoke about the things Godric did to her. Despite all of these things he was still her twin. They had even had the theory that they shared the same father as they were born near hours apart and no one in their family had a reason as to why her aunt left him there when he was small.

"You can threaten to curse me all you want but I have been through a mental hell that few can understand and I believe you can understand." She took a step forward so she wouldn't have to raise her voice so much. She put her hand on his shoulder. "Please help me. I need someone in my life like you. Not romantically, we're all far too broken for that and love is nothing more than a chemical reaction as far as I'm concerned. But as a friend."

His fists clenched as she yelled after him. What was she doing? He was nothing to her, he had nothing to do with her, he wanted nothing to do with her, and here she was, begging for him to be.. not even romantically involved.. but a friend? When she touched his shoulder he spun around and grabbed for her wrist, stepping forward so she'd be up against the wall again, anger in his eyes, but his grip on her wrist was gentle.

"Yes.. I can understand." He growled, his face inches from her. "I can understand being put in front of a jury of people who all had a bias towards me, with no evidence on their part, so I had to plead guilty or risk them digging up even more shit I had done. I broke free, and attacked a woman in the court room, they pushed me back into a chair and put me in a fake sleep where I experienced every bad thing I'd ever done, and every amount of pain I'd ever caused."

He was shaking now, his hands moved to her shoulders, but his eyes never left hers.

"They did this in front of the entire court, and I hadn't even been sentenced yet.. I was thrown into Azkaban, where the Minister of Magic himself gave me tea laced with a poison that made me reaccount every bad thing I'd done, yet again... I could do nothing as he watched with no pity in his eyes. Not once did it occur to them I had done it because of them."

He gripped her shoulders a bit more tightly and leaned forward.

"I was forced to watch while my fiancee was lorded over by Werewolves, she had always been a half-werewolf, but they turned her, and she got her pack, and she moved away from me, and I said bad things, and I had to watch while I turned the love of my life against me. I was powerless to stop it, and she tried to kill me. She turned against me and tried to turn me in. She wanted me dead.. a woman I had loved and even proposed to... tried to send me back to Azkaban."

"So yeah.. snakes are pretty damn bad, but when you've lived three years on the run, with no one to trust but a dog and yourself.. living off of scraps of food you managed to nick here and there, sleeping in caves. Then you come talk to me. Friends are just people who others can use against you... and knowing them, they'd find out about a friend like you.." He suddenly rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed. "They'd find out, and they'd get you, and torture you too, simply for being friendly to me. You'd get thrown in Azkaban for being nice to a man who was in pain.. that's how they are."

He leaned back again and shook his head. "You don't need a friend like me."

"And just who would get me Aurors?" she asked laughing a little. "Love, one thing you have yet to learn is that for the Aurors to even touch me here I'd have to not be under diplomatic immunity. There is only one person I have to answer to other than myself and that would be the German Minister himself. Being the Deputy Mistress in your home country has its perks."

She laughed as she shook his hands off of her. She knew it was a dangerous game letting him know exactly who she was. If she had even known exactly what had happened with him she could have offered him sanctuary in Germany while he was on the run. The sound of it wasn't a fair trial at all. It made her hate the British Ministry even more for their corruption.

"Its been a long time since I've had a decent fight. Even someone worthy to spar words with." she went on to say. "You've brought me quite the amusement tonight actually. Look..." she said taking a deep breath, "We both broken souls. Can we both admit to that at least?"

Felix fell back a step when she revealed who she actually was. Deputy Mistress of the German Ministry? Diplomatic immunity. He had revealed who he was, to her? He stared at her with a look of pure shock and she laughed at him. She was amused at him, she wasn't afraid in the slightest, she had no reason to turn him in. She was broken... he was broken. And there was no point in pushing it further. He let his hands fall to his sides and he sighed, running his hand through his long hair.

"I can admit that..." he said after a moment of silence. "I don't fight by the way..." He said before looking away from her, anywhere but at her. "I'm not a dueler, I torture, not throw spells." He mumbled, scratching at his beard again and slowly looking back in her direction, though his eyes were focused just over her shoulder.

"Why would the Deputy Mistress of the German Ministry want to be friends with a on the run criminal?" He asked finally, his eyes slowly sliding to find hers, he stared at her with a look that was almost as though he had been betrayed, but mixed with curiosity.