Christy's Room ((Godric))

"Well considering who my father is and what he used to be and for a few more months I'm still his only child and will forever be his only daughter, I'm quite sure you would prefer execution to what he'd do to you." She said rather coldly. It paid that she was quite bi-polar these days, since no one who was close to her that she didn't want close to know in what mood she was truly in. In fact her heart sunk deep into her stomach when she saw him. She hadn't wanted to see him. She pulled the towel off of her head and started fingering through her curls setting them into place and putting something in her hair to take the frizz away. "It'd be nice if I was dressed." she said looking at him, "And can I have my dagger back it was a birthday present two years ago."

"Huh- OH! That one! It's still on the floor where I dropped it, sorry," Varod replied, feeling some satisfaction at that. "Fine, get dressed, then."
She's gonna turn you down-break your heart-again.
Yeah, probably, but I gotta try, if she hates me, I'll take her down with the rest.

Christabelle walked out of the bathroom after putting mosturizer on her face and into the large lavish walk-in closet she had in her bedroom. She found a pair of red silk pajama bottoms and a black camisole. "You wanted to talk?" she asked looking at him. He could see the rise and fall of her breath and the life of her skin as she sat down on the bed looking at him.

Still standing, Varod sighed.
"I love you still, and I always will, but you don't accept me for what I am..."
You know if I do it you'll get full too.
NO!
Too later.
His bad side came through the still open window and lunged at Christy.
"NO!" Varod shouted, tackling anti-Varod and taking him to the ground. "Get outta here! He'll hurt you, he doesn't care about you in the least!"

"Then let him kill me." she said looking at him, "Not like I have anything to live for anymore anyway." she said looking at him, "Not for love in the least." she said as she looked at him not moving. She wasn't afraid in the slightest. If he would truly attempt to kill her then he could try. It would only make it easier for her to hate him in the end.

"What part of 'I won't let him' don't you seem to get?" Varod asked angrily. He pulled out his sword and stabbed anti-Varod, who turned into a puff of smoke, cackling, and flowing back into him.
"Dammit, he won't stay there for long, I shouldn't have come, I put you in danger...Anyway, damage done, what's your deal? Do you love me or no?"

"What do you think?" she asked looking at him. "I can't bare to have anyone come after you and I care for you too much to decaptiate you myself." she admitted looking at him, "But...." she said. There was always a but in situations like this. "I don't know if we can be together."

"I do," Varod said, walking forwards and wrapping his arms around her and kissing her hard and with passion. "We can be together, and you can still stop hunting me and my friends. C'mon, run away with me...We can leave it all...Just you and me together..."
Eh, it sounded good, and didn't sound like a bad life.

"I don't run." she said looking at him, "I just know when to quit." She continued looking at him, "And as for your friends I don't know who claims I have attacked them as I have said until I was blue in the face that I hadn't. But at this point right now as it looks I might end up caught for something I didn't do why don't I just go a head and hunt them?" she asked coldly.

Varod mentally smacked himself. That's what she was on about!
"My friend didn't say you attacked her! She said you were part of it! Look, you and I both know you're a part of it, but oh well! Besides, we love each other so why should it matter what we are? I'd do anything for you..."