You --Marcus--

[xkaitlinx]

Lately, you could truthfully say Adriana Madison Reed wasn't herself. Nearly a month ago when she ended up committing murder, on non other than the woman who was singly responsibly for making her life a living hell, Adria found herself being a cold hearted bitch. Quiting school temporally, and renting a room above the Leaky Cauldron, Adria has managed to basically cut herself off from the world as she continued to fall into the life of a almost psychotic drunk. Did she care, no, she had nothing else to live for so what the hell.

Tonight she found herself leaning against the bar with her butt stuck out behind her in more of a showy manner as she propped her elbows on the bar she threw a pouty face to the bartender as he refused to give her the fire whiskey she had asked for. Shaking her head she took her hand gripping the bartenders shirt pulling him close and placing a kiss on his lips over the bar that stood in between them. "Come on love...Just one more please, I will be sure to make it worth your while...If not, i have to say you won't like what will become of you." She said starting with a sexy tone ending in almost a hiss. The bartender, Matt, just gave her a look before shaking his head and pulling away. "Adria.." He was cut off by the feeling of a wand being dug into the skin of his neck. "Give me the fire whiskey, and what in the hell did I tell you about calling me Adria!" she hissed out mumbling a spell making him fall on the ground behind the bar, not dead.... Just paralyzed for the moment.

putting her hands on the bar she pulled herself up and stepped onto the other side of the wood bar grabbing a bottle of fire whiskey before bending down and kissing the mans cheek leaving a red set of lip prints on his skin before she took his money from his wallet, along with the whiskey and left the building. Her heels clinking lightly on the ground, and her hat covering her eyes slightly as she brought the chilled bottle of whiskey to her her red lips taking a long sip. her ears listening to everything around her as she slipped off into the alley, not caring if anyone saw her, she just needed to get away from the bar before she ended up killing someone again.

Adria was very shocked how that urge seemed to pass her brain so many times lately. She found it weird in a way. How the thought of murder actually came to mind, but then gain at the same time, she didn't even care anymore. Why not just go on a killing spree, she had a few people she wouldn't mind ridding the world of. With a smirk on her lips she just stopped her walking leaning up against the brick wall of the alley taking a sip of the whiskey before just shaking her head as her thoughts continued.

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[marcus]

It had been two whole months since Marcus had left the security of the castle walls and found himself slumping out in the real world, though he wasn't graduated and the real world wasn't all so real in that wild head of his. Everything was always off, finding himself constantly questioning the world and his very own sanity. By now he was quite sure the last bit of sanity he had was being burned off by the glowing embers of the cigarette he smoked as he now opened the door to the Leaky Cauldron.

The place smelled of pipe tobacco and stale whiskey, the floors stained with years of hard abuse and its own share of spilt liquor. As he the door swung close behind him he could hear the own back door to the alley closing, and then silence hit the small bar. The place was deserted, which was very unusual. Tilting his head, his cold eyes gazed around the room, spotting half opened bottles and barely touched glasses on the tables. His shoes gave the soft patter as he made his way over to the bar, looking over the edge as if he knew something was there. There he found the usual tender, Matt, on the ground, his eyes wide and a little red lipstick mark on his cheek. Marcus couldn't help but chuckle and finally realize he was getting close.

See, this situation had already played out in his mind for the past couple of weeks, first starting with a name. Charlie Anderson. Then a face (some local bloke who was now dead in a bedroom upstairs), and then research. He had started on the grounds of the school, seeing Adrianna and Petra talking. Adria wasn't herself though. She was drunk, always caught with a bottle in her hands on the grounds. He had studied her for a week, watching as she drank day after day, until thanks to his new found partner, he had made a fake obituary in the Daily Prophet, describing the horrible death of one Marcus Jay Harding. Then she had left, and Marcus was in the clear to come out, his name being wiped off the face of the Earth for the time being.

He had followed her to this place, watching under the blue eyes of Charlie's appearance, watching as she drank her life into the abyss she wanted so badly, longed for so much like he did at one point. It was time for a wake up call though.

Marcus took the cigarette from his lips and put it down on the counter, putting it out in the wood leaving the half smoked stick straight up in the air, like he always did. He turned and made his way tot he back, pushing open doors until he made it to the brick alley-way outside the place, noticing the alley-way had not closed yet to the public eye.

He pressed on through the archway, making a left then a right, following the smell of the hard liquor that was trailing beneath the girls skin. Finally, the smell became stronger and he stopped in a dark part of the way, noticing the girl he was after leaned up against a wall down the ways. His cold, wild eyes glazed over as he watched her standing there, now trying to find a way grab her, not worrying about her seeing him due to the liquor in her body.

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Raising her head to face the sky Adriana let out another laugh, laughing a major side effect of her drinking. "This is all your fault you know that right." It would seem she was talking to her self, because it all reality, she was, if you didn't count her mother who was probably not up in the sky somewhere among the angels above, more like somewhere way lower, way way lower. It was just natural to look up though, at the sky, for who knows what reason. Shaking her head though she continued looking up at the sky speaking, "You being your normal self, your the damned reason I am drinking my life away, mom."

A laugh formed in her throat ending her words as she swigged the bottle of liquor once more before tossing it on the ground, not caring about the remaining liquid gathering in the bottle. She had enough for the night, enough for the week if you wanted to get technical, but lately alcohol hasn't had its same effect on her. See Adria hasn't been allowing herself to completely sober up lately. She always makes sure to remain slightly intoxicated at all times, finding if she stayed this way she didn't have to worry about all her memories flooding her mind, because well her mind was too foggy to recall anything that happened more than a few days prior...

With her heavy eyelids reopening she tilted her head to the left looking down the alley back toward the bar, contemplating whether or not to go back yet. She knew that she would have to sooner or later seeing that she was staying there, but something else caught her mind. There was someone there, someone standing there, who, she didn' t know. Hell without her contacts, and the fact she was drunk, she could barely even make out the person's body shape. If it wouldn't have been for the familiarity in his shape she probably wouldn't even had recognized him as a guy. But she did.

Pushing herself up slightly she took a step for wards off the wall trying to get a better look at this guy, but there wasn't a better view to get of him. Squinting her eyes slightly she just ended up shaking it off, and slipping her hand in her pants pocket gripping her wand, not daring pulling it out, because her trying to use magic at a distance wouldn't work. Adria knew she would end up blowing up a building or something, so she kept it as a safety blanket of sorts.

Gulping hard she ran her other hand threw her hair before crossing it over her stomach, "Who...whose there." She managed to say before having to re steady herself by holding onto the cold stone wall.

[marcus]

Leaning on the wall in the dark part of the alley, Marcus' wild eyes watch the girl as she began to laugh aloud, looking up at the sky. He could help but chuckle a bit at her drunken self, and the paranoia that was once set in the base of his skull left like a cool summers breeze. She began to speak, and Marcus watched rather amused at the plays he began to give in the middle of the alley, blaming her dear mother for the reasons she was this way. In reality, he knew he sent her over the edge. Especially when he told her he was dead, though she didn't know it was him telling her of course.

He took a step forward now, watching as she swung the bottle to her laugh, giving his form in the shadow, but no face to fit it. He watched as she drank herself away, his thoughts churning themselves to past events as his eyes gazed at her. He remembered the carnival before he left, the kisses they had shared. Getting her to ride the ferris wheel, and dressing up just for her. Was it a mistake? Not one bit. He loved her, yes, and had screwed himself over by getting drunk with Kelsey. Did he mean to do the things he did? Not at all. He just meant to get drunk with a new found friend, but it turned into more, and he could never forgive himself for it. But, he could find peace in it all, and he knew that the only way to do it was to get back at Kelsey somehow.

His thoughts snapped back as his eyes caught the movement of her muscles, pushing herself up slightly off the wall. She had seen him, and the icy venom of paranoia seeped back down his spine. He cautiously backed out and took a right, leaving the alley for a moment, only to reappear down a little ways by the little midsection she was standing by.

He heard her call out, asking who was there and he gave a wild chuckle before reaching out with his hand from the corner and pulling her into the alley he was in, thrusting her hard against the wall. The lighter that was in his pocket came out into his hand during the action as his forearm pressed her to the wall, his bodyweight on top of her. The hidden lighter pressed to her stomach, giving the illusion he had a weapon of some sort.

Then his wild eyes glazed into hers and he grinned wildly before speaking. "Well hello there, Love. Missed me?

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[xkaitlinx]

Why was she here? Why was she drinking herself away day after day, night after night. Many reasons, some that did include her deceased mother, the other including Marcus. Just the thought of him now made her chest rise, and her heart to speed up, he was the one and only guy who truly understood the girl. He wasn't here anymore though, to her knowledge at least. He was dead, gone forever, and to be honest, that would be what sent Ms. Reed flying over the edge of sanity, and down the spiraling path she was running down now. IF it wasn't bad enough for her to believe that maybe she hadn't been good enough in his eyes, she now believed she was slightly responsible for his death. She believed that her having his wand, and not giving it back when she might have possibly had a chance, was the reason the young man was now 'dead'. If only she knew she was about to find out that her whole life over the past month and a half had been a lie.

With her hand gripping firmly on her wand she stood there, like a scared little girl just waiting to find out if she had been imaging all of this yet again. It defiantly wouldn't' have been the first time she hallucinated that the mysterious dark figure had followed her, each time getting her hopes up that Marcus might just step out of the shadows and save her from this insane mess she had stumbled into on one of her drunken walks. This time he had appeared, well someone had. Taking and snatching her into another alley before her drunken mind could process it. With a hard thud her body was pushed up against the brick wall, her bare back hitting the wall causing her to wince slightly in pain. Her hat falling off her head and her eyes looking up at the man who had the audacity to touch her...

Right then Adriana felt her body just freeze, not because he was sticking whatever he was, into her stomach slightly attempting to scare her, but because she knew those eyes. Adriana Reed would always know those eyes. Her throat closed up and she just stood there with her hands leaving her pockets and her green eyes locking back on his. He spoke, and she felt her whole body slightly relax just a hair as she just stood there. His words repeating in her mind time after time, Adriana not knowing how to process this.

Before she could even think what she was doing she raised one of her hands to his cheeks rubbing it very lightly as she reached over his arm, her head turning the slightest bit left. "Your real." She said in a very faint voice as she traced her fingers over his lips for just a second as she Had done on the ferris wheel, only to drop her hands, trying to soak this all in. Marcus was alive...She had been lied too, and now he was pinning her up against the wall in her drunken state. It was all confusing to her foggy brain but she knew that this was real. Even if she wasn't sober, he was real, and he was here in front of her, thats all that mattered at the moment. Just the fact he was alive was what was keeping her so calm at this moment, but it would soon fade away, she had a feeling he wouldn't allow her to feel this calm when he was feeling such rage, and the same insanity that was playing threw her bran, but being suppressed by his presence at this moment in time.

[marcus]

It took a few moments for everything to sink in, not only in her mind, but also his. He was standing there in front of the one girl who knew exactly what he was going through, pinning her to the wall. But why was he doing it? Why after all this time had he chose to show himself to her, rather than stay dead in her eyes. Mostly because she was wasting her life away, drinking herself to death like he once did. You could say this was his last act of kindness before the last bit of his soul broke off and he was left cold for the rest of his life.

Her hand reached up, softly touching his face. He quivered under the softness of her hand, feeling as if he would pass out at any given moment. The hand traced his jaw, then his lips, then back down the arm that was now easing pressure off her, holding her to the wall. It made him sick, smelling the liquor on her breath as she spoke, reminding him of his own past life when he was chained to the bottles. He looked away as she spoke, hearing the words that would soon set him off. "You're real?"

Marcus let go of her, taking a step back as his hands worked quickly to the cigarettes in his coat pocket. "Yes I'm bloody real. But by the time I leave and you wake up, you'll think this is just a dream." He told her rather confidently, now holding a cigarette in his hand as he pressed it to his lips, taking the lighter he once held to her stomach, and lighting the end of it, taking a nice, soft drag.

"You're probably wondering why I'm here" He said, his voice as wild as the glint in his eyes. He chuckled a bit, flicking some ashes as smoke dribbled from his nose. "I'm here just to show that I still live in some form, though not myself of course, cause what would be the fun in all that?" He laughed hard and wild, a true madman at heart, but an even sicker one in the brain. "Though you are not to speak of me. The world thinks I'm dead and it's better off that I am in their eyes." He now took a drag off his cigarette again, letting his twisted mind rest to let the words he just spoke settle into her own mind.

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[xkaitlinx]

The anger was growing at an alarming rate inside the young girls body. How could he have let her believe he was dead! How in the hell could he have let her do what she did if he was alive. Had Marcus finally lost it the rest of his sanity as well. If so then they were both up a lonely creek without a paddle. Shaking her head she just listened to him talk, letting her once calm attire slip away once again. His hands loosened their grip on her and he backed away, to light a cigarette. A nasty habit she had always hated, but couldn't complain now a days since she had also taken up the habit.

With a smirk now on her lips she just shook her head as he finished talking. "I haven't slept in days...I doubt i am about to start, and love... I doubt i could ever forget an encounter with you." She spoke with a slight venom in her voice as the last sentence left her cherry red lips. It was the truth though. Adriana Reed could remember almost every encounter with Marcus she had ever had. All the way back to the first day they met, it was insane, but it was just a part of her brain wouldn't let her forget him, and that same part was why his old wand was with her to this day.

Her fingers were now slipping into her pocket wrapping around the tip of her wand as she just watched him talk. Explain why he was here, she didn't care though. She could care less about why he was here, the thing was he came... Which might turn out to be a mistake in the end. Shaking her head she looked down picking up her hat off the ground swirling it around her finger as she took a step closer to him flashing a almost mischievous grin up at him. "Oh dont worry love, I wouldn't dare talking about you. Even if I did, people wouldn't even believe me...I mean I am kinda known to be slightly crazy now of days." She said with a sarcastic but serious tone. It was all true though, since her mothers death she hasn't been the same, nor will she ever be.

A moment passed before she tossed the hat on the ground before taking the cigarette from his hand placing it to her own lip throwing it on the ground, in all in the same moment pushing him up against the wall putting one of her hands on either side of him, palm against the stone wall as she closed the distance in between them pressing her body to his with a smug smile on her face, as she leaned in pressing her lips near his ear to speak. "They would' t be wrong if they called me crazy though. " She whispered with a angered tone to her words. "I am not the same person i was a few months ago, murdering someone will do that too you want it Marcus. Defiantly when you enjoyed every second of it." The slow whisper leaving her lips before she planted a very light kiss to his skin near her lips. "You of all people should know how much that would change someone...."

[marcus]

The sweet smoke filled his lungs as he took a drag, watching as she stood there for a moment. The smoke coursed its way thorough his lungs, filling the slimy sacs and making its way into his brain, where it would cycle through a process that even he didn't understand, before making its way back to his lungs, allowing the smoke to fall out from his mouth. Yes, indeed it was a rather nasty habit, but it kept him from doing other things that would get him caught quicker and thrown behind bars.

Her lips curled into a smirk and Marcus couldn't help but smile, now feeling as if he struck a nerve within her like he intended to do. Her voice was like venom, but it did sting him nor cause any damage. It actually amused him very much, causing him to give a little chuckle as he flicked ashes out onto the stone cobbled street. His fingers worked the cigarette back to his lips, taking another soft drag from it as she finished speaking, saying how she would never forget seeing him. Maybe it was the truth, but that twisted mind of his led it to be false.

Moments passed between the two, involving her reaching up to pick up the top hat off the stone ground. She twirled it between her fingers giving him a very mischievous grin, reminding him of a villain's assistant in one of the old muggle comics he use to read. She took a step closer and he gave the same smile back, pressing the cigarette to his lips again as she spoke. The words she spoke wrapped around his brain softly. So she did go off the deep end like him, but how far down the rabbit hole was she? He already had one foot in the door to Wonderland many years before, but now he had taken the last step, finding himself having tea with the Hatter everyday at Three.

His throat let out another chuckle as she finished, smoke flying out in little spurts. Then something he didn't expect happened. In a moments notice his eyes caught the hat flying to the ground, the cigarette being pulled from his lip, and then his skin felt the pressure of the brick wall on his back. This brought an extremely huge smile to his face, almost thrilling him completely all over. Her lips moved to his ear, whispering into it sweet toxic words of death and how she had let go of it all. She brought a kiss near his lips and he instantly started to laugh, tilting his head back a bit and shaking it slightly.

"You have always surprised me Adria." He stated, still chuckling a bit, his eyes closed softly. Then lines of seriousness struck across his face and their positions changed instantly, him pressing her to the wall, though he pinned her arms up above her head. His own lips moved to her ear. "Though it seems you have forgotten your place." His lips moved softly against her earlobe, before moving across her forehead and over to her other ear. "See, me and you differ quite a bit this time around." His lips then trailed down her jawline and to her own, only inches from them, moving against her as he spoke softly. "Cause I've been in Wonderland for quite sometime Honey." And with that his lips pressed to hers like they once had done long before, then he pulled back quickly giving a wicked chuckle and a masochist wink.

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[xkaitlinx]

The little sanity that was left within Adriana seemed to want to show up now of all times. Now as she stood here pressed against Marcus as they continued to exchange word after word. Her hands rested by his head for only a split second More. before she could even process what was going on her body had been twirled around, and her bare exposed back was once again against the rigid, chilled brick wall that makes up the darkened alley. Her hands were no longer free by her side, but pinned above her head, and the only the thing that the girl could manage to do was smile at him. That same crooked, mischievous smile that could only appear in a time like this. Her head just leaned back against the wall.

The smirk wouldn't leave her lips if she had asked it too, it had formed a temporally permanent place there. "Have you ever thought maybe I didn't forget my place, but thought as if I did just where I could be reminded?" It seemed almost instantly that his lips touched her ear, before dancing across her forehead only for him to stop at her ear yet again, saying words yet again that just made her pause and listen, even though it wasn' like she was going anywhere, that was kind of imposable at the moment. With her head against the wall she tried to keep herself as calm as possibly as his lips just trailed across her jawline pausing to speak yet again. If only he knew how this was killing her, the kisses like this, but most likely, he did. And with her experience with knowing Marcus, it would be here luck if he was doing this on purpose, but she couldn't thinking about that at the moment.

Her mind quickly moved from the trail of kisses he had left across the smooth skin on her face, to the statement he just made. A small laugh grew within her releasing in a very light manner as she listened to him make a reference to Alice in Wonderland. She just went to shake her head but her actions were cut off when his were placed fully on hers for what seemed like a brief second. She just took a deep breath as she almost slipped away....hell what was she doing! She was falling right into his game, just as he most likely wanted it. Adria couldn't allow herself to do that, but she couldn't help it either. Being around him always made her so...So calm, but so intimidated at the same time if that makes any since at all.

Just shaking her head she tried to keep her eyes off her lips and back onto his green eyes with that same smirk playing on her lips. "Well honey wonderland isn't lonely anymore, because I have fallen down that same rabbit hole that you have fallen victim too. It might have not been as soon as you, but hell we both knew it was coming." She finished with a crooked grin.

[marcus]

This was just how he wanted it to be, had planned it to be for so long in fact. He always made room for slip ups, though it seemed by some grace of a God he was getting through it alright already, causing the homecoming parade to began dancing around inside the wild mind of his. Just by looking at her now he could tell he was getting to her, seeing the last plea of help cry out through those bright eyes of hers. It was beautiful in a way, but also sickening in the same, torturous way it had always been. If this wasn't fun, he didn't know the meaning of the word anymore.

His green eyes caught her lips, still seeing the same little smirk that had played on them since the beginning of this charade. She spoke again, conflicting and clashing with the first set of words he had spoken to her. Tilting his head back a bit, he laughed another wild laugh and smiled just the same, feeling her body pressed to his for the first time since they had begun to play their little game of 'pinned ya'. Her own head went back against the wall, and his eyes caught the little glimmer of rising skin on her neck. Goosebumps if you would prefer to call them. This was the key he needed, turning the twisted little gate open in his own twisted mind.

She laughed the same way he had been laughing for a moment, figuring it was the little references to the classic muggle book that was throwing her into this spell, though it was a short spell. Adria shook her head just the same, and it made him think of some sort of twisted knock off that he had created of himself, just in a girls body rather than a boys. In ways it was rather true that she was a knock of him. They had opposite lives, though they were just the same in almost every detail. Just what sent her over the edge was himself, being her own grand creator, giving her birth to this world full of sick and twisted fantasies.

She was giving into his little game, he could tell just by watching the rising little vein in her neck, signaling that she was somewhat intimidated by his presence once again. He knew he had made her feel this way in the past, though rarely spoke or even thought about it. But now, it was something meant to be noted, and as she spoke, he could tell even more that she was trying to remain calm herself. Their eyes kept locked as she gave her own rendition of the Alice reference.

With this, he lit go of her instantly and twirled around, throwing his hands up in the air as if to pray, but instead he laughed, laughed hard and manic-like, sending chills down his own spine. He took a few steps away from her, placing his arms down as he twirled back to face her, a brand new twisted smile plastered onto his face. "Make room you say? Make room!" He threw his hands back up a bit at the end, starting to turn around slightly. Then in a flash he turned around, letting out a yell as he banged the side of his now balled up fist beside her head, and onto the hard brick, not bothering to notice the pain. He gave a few chuckled sighs before looking into her eyes, with a very serious plastered gaze. "You don't want part in this hell." His other hand came up, trailing softly down her cheek and over her lips. "Turn back while you can..." His finger pressed to her lip as if to give a kiss and then he turned away once again, turning his back to her as he took a few steps away.

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[xkaitlinx]

How could he do this to her? Every time, he could just say or do the simplest thing and he could bend Adria to his will. How, she didn't know. Why, she didn't know that either, but somehow he did. Just like he was doing now. he was manipulating her in a very different way that she had ever been manipulated in, but it was working. The simple magic or his look, touch, smell, and hell just his presence was calming, but at the same time it was intimidating to her. He had always been intimidating to her. Something about him just did that too her, and that same something was probably how he could ninety percent of the time get her to do what he wanted, but he too was about to receive a wake up call.

The next thing Adriana knew, he had let go of her. His body wasn't close to hers anymore, and the once feeling of calmness she received from being so close to the man disappeared. It amazed her just how the distance in between them affected her. It just went back to the fact of how she always gave into every little thing that Marcus Harding did. That was also probably the man reason she was here as well. If only she hadn't given into every little thing he did, if only she hadn't fallen in love with him she would never have been here in the first place. She would still be living her life, dating person to person, leading a completely normal life, but behind a thick mask. A mask that would hide forever who she truly was. If only that was how her life was, but it wasn't. She met Marcus. She met the one man whom seemed to be her complete opposite, but at the same time had identical (almost) pasts. It was crazy how much one person could change you, and that one person that would always change Adriana Reed, and whom she would always have a soft spot for, would me Marcus...

With her green eyes wide she watched as he just stepped away for a moment, yelling about what she said. Her heart had stopped, and she found her hands gripping the wall in a since, as she just watched him. Watched him yell at her for something simple she had said, but he hadn't taken it that well. his fist flew back and bashed into the wall next to her head, causing her to jump and let out a scream as her eyes closed and she didn't' dare to open them for a moment.

What had happened to him. Why did he just decide now of all times to snap on her. The first time they had seen each other in forever he decides to yell, about something that wasn't even worth yelling about, or so she thought. Just as his fist dropped and he stepped away some more he said something that made this worth arguing about. Her own fist tightened as she opened her eyes shaking her head stepping to wards her placing her hand on his shoulder turning him around. "You don't know what I want Marcus. You don't know the least bit of what I want! If you knew what I wanted you wouldn't have left me nearly three months ago. If you knew what I wanted you wouldn't have stopped kissing me a moment ago. Hell if you knew what I wanted you wouldn't even think about saying I didn't want to be in this hell, because Marcus...You don't know what I want. If you want to know what I want Marcus you should go look in a damned mirror, then you could say you knew what I wanted..." She said Angel just staring up at the man before her.

[marcus]

Marcus stayed turned around for a few moments, his hand coming up to softly graze through the thick strands of hair that laid about in a crumpled mess about his head. His mind swirled with thoughts about the events that just took place moments before. What had gotten into him? What had caused him to snap at her instead of remaining so calm like he use to do all the time with her. Part of it he knew was his insanity, the slow disease that crept up his spine at first and was now making its way through his mind, corrupting everything it touched, making him forget everything but the basic things he needed to know for this story to continue.

Then there was another part to it all. Another part that he wouldn't admit to himself as he stood there in that alley. Love. Love that once made his heart sing and his mind dance with wonder. The same love that had disappeared the night his mother died, only to be reborn again into living flesh. That flesh and blood was standing behind him in that very alley. Adrianna Reed. The girl he fell in love with and would continue to be in love with for all of his days, though he hid her back in the past where he thought she belonged.

About this time he felt the hand on his shoulder, and was jerked around to face a reflection of his own green eyes, though they sat in a different body. Her voice was very cold when she spoke, giving his mind the illusion of fog in the air. He smirked as she went on, rambling about what she wanted and didn't want. He knew she didn't want him to leave, but how could he not? Could she really blame him after getting caught up in that mess that was not even his own fault? His growled a bit under his breath as she finished, now feeling the space that use to be his heart pounding slightly against his skin. He pushed her back up against the wall, holding her hands up to the side as he spoke, hatred filling his voice.

"I know you want me Adrianna! I'm not some fool! I may be crazier than one, but I know that's what you want, So don't go tell me to look into some damned mirror when all I have to do is look into your pity-less eyes." He soughed slightly, letting her arms go again as he turned, now making his way towards the end of the alley, wanting to escape this Hell he had damned himself to.

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[xkaitlinx]

What was she letting herself get into. Why was she letting herself fall for this mess for a second time. As much as Adriana wanted to let him go, as much as she wanted to just forget about him and move one. She knew she could not. She could never let him go, not completely. Her love for him would never fade from her slowly fading heart. Through all of this craziness the one thing that would most likely remain the same, would be her feelings for him. Even if he had gotten drunk that night, even if he did let her believe he was dead, she knew she couldn't stop her feelings for him. Those same feelings that most likely were the final key to her sanity slipping into the darkness she now calls home.

All the anger that Adria was feeling now, was most likely also because she loved him. Hell why did God have to create love. Why did he have to put this love into her for the one man who seemed like he didn' want her. The one man who was floating in the same boat as her, but didn't seem to show her the slightest bit of that feeling she urged to let out, but suppressed just for the reason she couldn't handle denial again.

Before she could even process the situation she found herself being pressed up to the wall again, and her hand being held above, and to the side a bit. Her green eyes locking back onto his letting his words sting her with a shocking pain that actually hurt. Her eyes didn't want to trail off of his, but she could not help it. They fell to the ground, suppressing a few tears as she just let him walk off just a bit before something snapped within her and sent her behind him. Grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him around only for her to lean against him and press her lips to his once more. Dragging it out a bit before she pulled away and moved her hand over his cheek a bit. "If your going to leave me fine... Just know that I wont stop looking for you. I wont stop wanting you, and one way or another... I will find a way back into you life." She whispered before kissing him on the lips once more before dropping her hand to her side. "I might have not have said it in the past, because you disappeared on me... But I loved you, hell I love you... and that reason alone is why I wont give up on you. Even if I am loosing my sanity, and even if you are living a crazy mad man life. I don't care, and I never will." Her words soft, but at the same time powerful as she bent down picking up her hat and gripping it with her fingers clasped to the lip of the hat, and her eyes locked on his as she just stood there about three feet away from him waiting to see what he would do, or if he would just leave.

[marcus]

As he walked away his mind raced slowly, churning out new and better thoughts about the situation than way before. Why was he letting her get to him? Shouldn't it have been the other way around? Or at least really just him getting at her? It made no sense to him because he wanted to deny their love so badly. He wanted to just let go of her and all the feelings he had harbored in that body for so long, just let them go out into the air and float into space, far away where his mind thought they belonged.

It would never happen though, no matter how much he denied, fought, killed, stole, cheated, nothing would ever cause those feelings to go away. He could hide them the pest he could, but he knew that she would always be there, somewhere around the corner to spot him, to make sure that he still existed in this twisted fantasy. It was sickening really. Always having these feelings locked up inside like some kind of sick prisoner, but in reality the feelings weren't the prisoner. Marcus was.

He was spun around once again on his heels, motioned to stop by a moving hand on his shoulder. A blur of green eyes and brown hair passed and then he felt Adrianna's lips pressed to his. He nearly moaned from the feelings that arose once again, almost caving instantly to his sick twisted game, but the feelings dissipated as soon as she let go, allowing her voice to break the silence in the air. He just looked at her as she spoke, his eye reflecting no life, cause there was none to be held anymore. She finished, taking a few steps back from him and picking up her hat, holding it infront of her showgirl like. He chuckled and shook his head and stepped forwards, placing his hands on hers to grasp the top hat himself. His lips moved in and pressed against her own once again, lingering only for a moment before pulling away.

"Come catch me. If you can that is." He gave her a wink and then a wicked laugh as he took the hat from her hands, placing it on his own head, throwing his arms up in the air as he walked away. He spun around for a moment, giving a soft bow like a showman, a silver cane dropping from his sleeve at the same time. He grinned wickedly and winked again. "Muggle magic. Gotta love it when you're wandless." His eyes gave a glint, as if to know she had his wand before he stood straight, walking with the cane, giving little soft clacks on the ground as it matched his footsteps, his lips pursed a bit, whistling into the air.

Then Marcus disappeared around the corner, giving the first chapter to his adventure a grand ending.

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