>-Listen to the Music of the Night-<

[x.Wolf.x]

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Crimson gaze burned up at the moon and stars scattered throughout the idigo skies above. Obvious annoyance and anger burned deeper within the gaze, though the emotions were mostly covered with a mock look of wonder. Tonight marked the third week she was laying around instead of fighting in this war all because of a simple wound that should already be healed. With thoughts of the wound, her gaze fell on her stomach where badages were wrapped tightly around the wound. Silently cursing her weak body as she ran her fingers over the bandages, Autumn turned her gaze to the skies again. Thoughts came and went through her mind without her even realizing what she was even thinking about, why would she? Tonight she decided to let her thoughts wonder instead of keeping them on such a short leash like she did every other day. Once again, gaze fell to search her surroundings, spotting countless tombstones surrounding her. Thats right, she sat in the middle of a cemetary...something most girls her age would freak with mere thoughts of it.

I belong here She told herself softly, looking over the graves once more. She really did belong amungst the dead, seeing that she cheated her way out of death four times already. I'll end up her eventually Her mind spoke again. Of course she would end up being buried six-feet-under. She was a human, she was born to die although she fought as if she were immortal. She had a score to even with both Kamenwati and the Vampire leader, Rasputin. She would put an end to the two of them ruling if it was the last thing she did......she would fight until her body gave out in mid battle. She wasn't afraid to die anymore, not after losing everything she had ever thought close. A soft sigh escaped the assassin's lips as she returned her wandering gaze back to the skies above.

[xXPeterxX]

The cemetary was always too quiet. A fitting place really. The dead didn't have much to say. Sometimes, neither did the living. But I'm not sure Peter is what you'd call the living. Maybe he was one of the living dead. Perhaps he was dead all together. Or he might be just like all the rest, alive and kicking, whatever that meant. Being a half-breed, as most called it, he wasn't something you could easily classify, or describe personality wise.

Unlike most half vampires or demons, he was neutral. He wasn't graveling to Rasputin and Kamawati, trying to proove himself. But he also didn't take commands from King Jasiri. He was an outlaw if you will, someone thought to be dead by all. Someone forgotted, someone lost, and someone who in most's eyes didn't exist. It was all fine with him. Peter was quiet, he wasn't cruel or evil like most of his kind, and oddly enough, he was a veggetarian. This brute prefered the silent air of the forest and cemetary.

As he walked quietly around the head stones, his footsteps a quiet thump, he recognized the familiar stench of a human he just couldn't seem to avoid these days. Over the short time-period of her recovery, Autumn had been turning up everywhere. Peter had grown used to her company by now, and didn't pay much mind to it. Gain ground, his gray gaze spotted her, sprawled in the grass staying at the dull and cloudy sky. Stopping at the toes of her ever familiar boots, he stared down at her, her crimson gaze meeing his own. Then drifting around her, he sat to the ground so quietly you wouldn't even know he was there. Folding his arms behind his head, he laid back against the slightly damp ground beside her and gazed blankly up at the gray skies.

[x.Wolf.x]

As the shadowy figure of a man blocked out the stars and moon, Autumn was hurled from her blurry dream world and back into the much hated world of reality. Glazed over gaze snapped back, becoming the clear crimsion once again. Automatically, her hand slipped to a leather handle of a dagger only dropping when she realized exactly who was coming. As Peter stopped, she allowed her gaze to meet with his for a mere moment before she returned to her stargazing. The two had forged some sort of rough friendship over the past four weeks, starting with Peter saving her life twice and will most likely end when she leaves to war once again. Either way, over the few weeks Autumn found Peter everywhere and thus the forged friendship was created. Obviously, Peter was in just as much as a talking mood as she was because without a word, the teenager planted himself right there beside her. Letting that second thier gaze met count as a greeting. Curiously, her gaze fell to him as he positioned himself in the grasses beside her. No, she cared not of his actions being that she had grown rather used to them over the past weeks but she did wonder what he was doing so far away from his camp so late. Usually Peter would be hiding away miles away from here in his makeshift home, being that Kamenwati wanted him dead so badly and Jasiri wanted him on his side.

Her gaze turned away from him once again, leaving him for the stars above once more. Propped up only by her arms, she let her mind wonder once more. What did it matter if Peter saw her whilst lost in thought. It wasn't like she'd be seeing him much anymore anyway. The second she was admitted back to 'work' she'd be outta here. Before anyone could miss her, she would be gone. Questions and other thoughts filled her head once more, one that had remained there since she first met the half-breed. Why wasn't he amongst Kamenwati's men? With one last long glance at the indigo skies, she brought her gaze down to Peter beside her.

"So, since you're in such a talkitive mood tonight. I'll start the conversation" She started, her voice giving off the slightest bit of humor and sarcasim "So......why aren't you fighting alongside Kamenwati and her men? Alongside your parents....assuming they're on that wretch's side." She questioned. One's past was always a touchy subject but hey, like stated before, it was her job to know everything about vampires, humans and dark angels...that included any half breeds.

[xXPeterxX]

He could feel her gaze seeping into his skull and saw her shift from the corner of his gray eyes. Now she was gazing at the few stars left in the sky. Though she was looking at them directly, her mind seemed elsewhere. His eyes rested on the skies above as well, staring blankly up into the empty abyss they called outer space. It hadn't been so long ago that the two had met under less-then-perfect circumstances. Maybe six or seven weeks ago. Autumn had been dangerously wounded in battle. When he had found her, she'd been on the brink of falling unconsious. Being the gentleman he shockingly was, seeing as he raised himself up as a child, he attended to her wounds. After resting up, Peter had been forced to save her yet again when she'd tried to find her way to a nearby town. A band of theives had jumped her and she hadn't been in any condition to fight. So again, Peter came to the rescue. She left the next morning. A few weeks later they'd bumped into each other at the marketplace while Peter had been stocking up on supplies. She'd apparently caught him at work, yet hadn't made it known to anyone but him, as he knew she wouldn't.

Ever since then they couldn't seem to avoid each other, and ran into each other in every place they went. Over the few weeks they'd seemed to form a sort of mutual friendship. It was odd, if anything. They were too alike. But they both knew that as soon as she was sent out to the field again that mutual friendship would end and things would pretty much return to normal. Though Peter prefered being alone, he'd become accostumed to Autumn's company. I wouldn't go as far as to say he'd miss it, but it was certainly a change for him, as he was sure it was for her too. In any case, she'd be leaving in just a matter of days no doubt.

Once again the brute felt her crimson gaze boar into the side of his head until it became rather uncomfortable. Turning his head, his gray eyes met hers. Both of them had a quite intense gaze, hard for people to look into for too long. But Peter had a more sort of relaxed look to them. He had less to fear then she did, for obvious reasons. But he was always alert nonetheless. "So, since you're in such a talkitive mood tonight. I'll start the conversation. So... why aren't you fighting alongside Kamenwati and her men? Alongside your parents... assuming they're on that wretch's side." she inquired. After a long, hard stare, he leaned his head back and returned his gaze to the sky. "I suppose it's your business to know all about people like me." he replied, a cool tinge to his voice.

"You already know my views on the war. The whole thing's stupid. A battle never to be won." he bargained with a sigh. The brute was silent for a few moments, appearing to be deep in thought. Finally he came back with his answer. "I'll tell you what you want to know, if you do the same for me." It was fair, and the only way she was going to get anything importent out of him. Once she was gone, he'd be moving around again anyway. If he needed to get her off his tail, he could do it with no problem. However, he didn't know much about her other then that she was a soldier and had a dislike for modern technology.

[x.Wolf.x]

As she waited in the moments of silence between the asked question and the answer, her mind wandered into the near future once agian. In all reality, how would she feel when she was sent to fight agian, about Peter I mean. Over the long weeks, she had almost expected the brute to make his apperance where ever she went, near or far from his lands. In fact, she had grown used to his company, almost as if she had seen him as a friend. But we all know Autumn knew nothing about the meaning of friendship. When she was ten, she had her very first and last friend which ended when her father found out she was a dark angel and banned Autumn from ever seeing her agian. Now, Autumn had forgotten all meaning of friendship, being that she purposely cut herself off from all humanity. She found others to be quite distracting when it came to her type of work. Even conversation with other soldiers never happened, whilst they were out at the campfire sharing stories of family and friends, she hid away in the shadows.....searching for enemies. Much, much unlike any teenager these days. All of them depending on thier friends and family for everything.

At his first statement, her jaw tensed and then parted as if she had something to say. Something along the lines of, 'Not really, just want to know of the others.' Seeing that Peter was far from anything she had known half-breeds and vampires but her jaw closed again as he spoke, adding on to his first statement. And besides, she knew Peter....but did she really know him? She only met him under conditions that were safe and had nothing to provoke his true nature. Everyone changed in battle and in times of fear, even Autumn. She turns from silent spy to deadly warrior within seconds, muttering curse words and threats as she fights on. And another thing, she knew Peter when his human side was in contorl. She had only seen his vampire side once and even then, he was in complete contorl. But, as she knew, in times of near death, when the vampire side grew in power, certin days or even in times of complete happiness or sorrow.....the vampire side could rule out the human blood and the Peter that she knew could disappear in a flash. So again, did she really know Peter? The answer would be, No, she only knew half of him.

"Yes, but why? Why do you see this war like that? I mean, how did you come to that conclusion?" She questioned. But before she could say anything else, Peter spoke once again. 'I'll tell you what you want to know, if you do the same for me' What did he mean by that? She questioned. What could he possibly want to know from her? Of course, she was completely clueless to the fact that Peter was talking of her, he wanted to know about her....not the information she held. Then it hit her. She felt like hitting herself in the head for such cluelessness but she didn't let any of this show. So, this is a show me yours and I'll show you mine sort of deal? She thought. In the past, she made sure that no one else knew her history, or that she was against giving her past away for fear that one might pity her. But she knew Peter, he wouldn't care for her twisted path........if she didn't care for his twisted past. And so, after a deep intake of the night's crisp air....Autumn gave a small nod in agreement. "Fire at will" She spoke once again, this time of whatever questions he might need answered.

[xXPeterxX]

"Yes, but why? Why do you see this war like that? I mean, how did you come to that conclusion." She had said. He didn't answer. Instead he offered a deal. With a moment's hesitation, which was only expected, she agreed. "Fire at will." That statement was so much like her. That was one thing that Peter would considerably miss, if he was capable of such a thing after all this time. He'd never been close enough to anyone to miss them, so he wouldn't know the feeling at first. If he did miss her, he'd be sure to push it away and move on. That's what life what about. Moving on. Too bad Jasiri and Kamewati didn't see it that way. That was it. That was the reason for the war. The undeniably pitiful reason for this entire thing. They were unable to move on from what happened. It was a flaw in both humans and vampires. A quality they often lacked. And sometimes even the bringer of death. It mocked them, cursed them with unbearable weight and the everlasting desire for revenge. It was ridiculous. Peter could think of nothing more sorry then the pain caused by this inability. He pitied humans so. He wondered if Autumn was any different from the rest.

And so he gave some thought to his questions. The brute wondered, although he really already knew, if she was willing to answer any question he threw at her, as she would say. He didn't care to try his theory. Far-fetched questions were a waste of time, time which they did not have. He didn't care whether he got straight answers from her or not, nor anyone else for that matter, though he was one thought to like honor-ability. Soon she would be gone and all of it wouldn't matter. Besides, he already knew she'd answer truthfully. That was just the way she was. She might not reply directly, or she might not answer at all, but she wouldn't lie. He was fairly sure of that from what he had unconsciously gathered through out his time of knowing her. Anyway, he was considered her 'friend' right? As much as one could possibly be with the short and fascinatingly peculiar relationship they'd formed these past few weeks. No matter how odd the bond was, it made him sure she would not bend the truth to her will just to hide something from him. No, if she wished to hide anything, or had anything worth hiding, she would merely remain silent.

Yet another aspect of the teenager he would probably miss, if such a feeling existed within him. This inquiry brought up the amiable questions he'd always wondered silently, but had always refused to be answered. They would be in time, some before others, and some not at all, but now was not the time to think about them. They were far too much to handle at the moment while trying to inquire another, and too far off topic. No, they weren't something you wondered aloud, unless perhaps you were a scientist or something of the sort. Peter believed that one had to think logically, plan things out. But you also had to take action. So with this anxiously egging him on, he began.

"What do you think about the war?" It wasn't a question of security or history, just a simple one to start of the long conversation sure to drag on through the night. They both had little ideas of what they were getting themselves into, and I'm not just speaking of their long night's antidote. There destinies had been laid out for them, not it was up to them, and the fate thrown in their paths, to find the way. It was sure to be a painful and rather confusing journey, but one that would change their lives as they know them a great deal. For the better, I am not sure of. But definitely not for the worst. And so it has begun.

[x.Wolf.x]

In the moments between her statement and his questions, Autumn thought through some of the questions that might have been asked and her answers. She already knew each and every answer she had chosen to give would have the entire truth in them, no matter how twisted or horrible they might be. She had never been the type to lie, about anything or to anyone.....except her father and well, he deserved much of it. For a moment, she considered leaving any questions of her past blank. Partly because she hated her father with a passion that could even melt hell into a firey liquid and mainly because, she herself remembered only bits of it. She knew her father was turned into a vampire by the disgusting Rasputian. She knew that, as a vampire, her father became a mage.......the rest is a blank, black abyss that would probably never be filled with the light of memories again. Gaze narrowed momentarily at this. She would have to rid the world of her father soon, before he causes much more damage.

It was evadent that Autumn was, once again, lost in thought. So deep into that black hole of her memories in fact, she almost missed Peter's question completely. The soft glaze over her eyes faded instantly and her mind snapped back to attention agian. What did she think of this war? Other then knowing she was on a secret mission on her own to kill off Kamenwati, Rasputian and Xavier(her father).....she had, a surprisingly little opinion on this war. And so, her gaze evenly met Peter's once agian as she answered.....another trait of Autumn was that she usually looked people in the eye when greeting them or answering, this she learned training to be in the milatary. Taking in the question, she found a simple answer to this inquery.

"I am a soilder. I have neither opinion or thought on this war. I mindlessly charge into battle with hopes I don't die."

Her answer held everything. She wasn't allowed to come up with an opionion of this war or she'd be killed. She wasn't allowed to think about the battle....or she'd be killed. And this, sadly, was the life of a soldier. But she said nothing of her life as an assassin, or even replied with her thoughts about the war as an assassin. No, Peter wouldn't know of her secret job........ever. Her gaze finally dropped his and turned to the night sky again. But she hadn't the time to collect her thoughts because within seconds of her givin answer......an earshattering sound filled her head. The sound of an unknown woman wailing and screaming.

Eyes widened as reconition of what was happening came to mind. Her father was feeding her sommore of her past. Right in front of Peter, she would be experiancing her past all over again!! First came the sounds, followed by a cold voice that sounded more like a hiss.

'My girl, I shall show you exactly how you lost your mother in this war'

His voice! Just like before when she learned of her father's existance and part in this war....he spoke to her. Finally, her vision faded to black and Peter, the night and cemetary where lost in sheer blackness..she was alone. Her eyes opened again to see a man she knew to be her father standing in the door way of a cozy cottage house. His gaze turned from a soft blue to a harsh, almost glowing red. And his pearly white smile was no more, in it's place was a sinister grin complete with white fangs. a younger Autumn, who sat at the corner of the living room, stood up to greet her father who was returning home from a battle against vampires. But her mother stopped her and pushed her toward her room, urging her to play hide and seek in there. Being only seven then, she hadn't listened to a word her mother said instead she took her place at the end of the hallway to see what her mother and father would be talking about. Talking, that would be a surprise if there was any. Her mother flashed the homecoming soldier a sweet smile, obviously glad he was home in one piece agian. But her father returned nothing. Only a soft grunt. As her mother raced to meet the man in the doorway, he pulled out a dagger, crimsion liquid dripping from it's edges. Within seconds, that bloody dagger collected more blood as it was plunged into her mother's back, chest and neck twenty times. Blood poured freely from the woman's wounds as she begged for her life to be spaired, but the man was deaf to these cries. "Mommy?!? Mom! NO STOP...YOU'RE HURTING HER![/i]" A small voice cried from the end of the hallway, although they were lost in her mother's cries for mercy.

She remembered wanting to run in and stop him, but she was glued to her spot, paralyized in fear. After what seemed like an enterinity, her mother's lifeless corpse was thrown aside and the brute lunged for Autumn. Catching her thigh with the razor sharp dagger as she fled. But Autumn had made it to her mother's corpse where she knelt, shaking her mother and pleading for her to awake. The coughing and sputtering of blood was her only reply. That night, seven year old Autumn watched the light and life fade away from her mother's eyes. The only thing that had been around for her was gone.

The sharp intake of breath marked her appearance in the 'real' world agian. Although, she could still feel the warmth of her mothers blood all over her hands, clothes, face and hair. She could still feel the sharp pain in her right thigh, in fact, the old scar began to bleed freely once more. And Autumn was staring straight at Peter, but she didn't see the young half-breed. Her crimsion gaze, that had never shead a tear even after her mother's death........was now blurred. Within seconds, a cold liquid drop snaked it's way down her cheek. Autumn didn't bother with pushing them away, or even hiding them from Peter. Her head fell with the weight of her newly found information. Eyes closed tight as the tears fell freely from her face and onto her black skirt, then disappeared as the cloth soaked them in. Shoulders sagged as the tears slowed but didn't stop.

She had held it all in until now. From the day her mother died, all the extra pain that followed that day until now...she had held almost all emotion away in a little bottle. And now, after that horrific vision of the past, that bottle shattered. She could no longer hold back those tears. And so, dry eyes now held the tears of a new dawn.

[xXPeterxX]

Silence was so intense. Though most would find this ironic, Peter considered silence to be so freaking loud that it could be unbearable at points. This was how he suddenly felt now. It felt as though the huge weight of silence was crushing his chest. He beared it, staring up at the sky, waiting for the feeling to vanish. It was like throwing a clausterphobic into an elevator. That heavy world left him to be replaced with reality, waiting for her answer. It was her voice that woke him from his so-called slumber. Her gaze met his, guarded, but true.

"I am a soilder. I have neither opinion or thought on this war. I mindlessly charge into battle with hopes I don't die."

It was simple, and it was planned. It had probably been no less then a written order. Autumn could not speak freely about her opinions or she'd be in trouble with her officer. And yet, whatever general she followed wasn't here. He knew she must have some thought of the war. And since she wasn't currently at war, she was free to tell him. "You have to have an opinion. Just because someone sticks it in your head that you're not aloud doesn't mean you don't have one." he replied, turning back to gaze at the stars. "Whoever told you not to isn't around, so I see no harm in telling me." Normally he would have let it slide, brushed it off and moved on to the next, but he saw little logic in answering a question as easy as that in that manner.

But Autumn didn't reply. She had sat up, and her eyes were now clouded in an odd fashion. The brute gazed at her inquisitivly. "Autumn?" he said, normal at first, questioningly. He sat up, proped with his elbows. "Autumn?" This time was more sharp. He sat up, his legs slowly tucking beneath him until he was kneeling before the girl. "Autumn!" She had the oddest look on her face. One he hadn't ever seen before. His hands grasped her shoulders and he shook her sharply, her eyes were beginning to wet. She was obviously in a great amount of pain emotionally, and Peter had no idea why. It's probably a memory. he thought. Locked up inside, choosing now to reveal itself. He shook her once more and called her name loudly. If it was happening to me, for all the things I have long since forgotten, I might be in the same sort of state too." But he didn't think more about it. He tried once more.

"Autumn!!"

It was that moment she chose to awaken. She stared through him, as though he were not there, but he could tell she was back from where ever her mind had been. He wasn't sure he wanted to know, but his curiousity was dieing to ask. He didn't get a chance. The moment that first tear dripped like rain from the corner of her eye and tredded down to her chin only to fall, his hands recoiled as if fleeing from a springing snake. Autumn was... crying?

Peter instantly felt the awkwardness of the situation. There he was, sitting in a cemetary, with a girl he'd known for little more the a month or two, a solider nonetheless with a fine temper, and she was crying for the first time he'd ever known her to. He wasn't sure what to do. He'd never had to deal with this before. And he certainly wasn't sure if he was qualified as enough of a 'friend' to attempt to console her. Her head hung limp, the tears falling faster now. But she remained silent. And however awkward Peter felt, it was pushed away by the overwelming desire to try to help her. He was too nice of a guy for his own good.

Slowly, cautiously, he reached his hand toward her shoulder, gently lieing it there and giving it a small squeeze. "It's... alright." he said uncertainly, thought gaining a little confidence. He reached his free hand to the around to the other shoulder, sort of encasing her. He wasn't sure if she would recoil or snap at him. He'd never seen her in this state before, so he didn't know what to expect. "It'll be alright." said Peter, still awkward but a little more confidently. "You're fine now."

[x.Wolf.x]

She hadn't even heard Peter's reply to her statement, nor would she had said much after that in the first place. "Stop this. Right now, you idiot!" Finally another voice came, still a hiss but this one belonged to her and it was almost ten times colder then her fathers. Her voice held so much disgust at her reaction to this, it was as if she had just been eating an animal she found at the side of the road. Without a word to Peter, her jaw tightened. Gradually tighting with each and every pathetic tear that fell from her crimsion gaze, growing so tight in the end, she wasn't sure if she could open her mouth again. She didn't want anymore tears to fall after that moment, but she couldn't stop them. They fell freely now, forming a small steady line of the salty liquid down her cheeks. Her skirt darker in the places the tears had fallen. With a steady breath, she cut the rest of the tears off and forced them to hide once again. But even without the tears, vision still remained clear in her head. Burned in there for the rest of the days she walks this earth, she will remember the mangled sight of her mother laying in the doorway.

Finally, as the tears halted all together, she realized where she was....and exactly what was happening. Much to her surprise, Peter had left his position on the grasses to comfort her. Her gaze still locked on her skirt, now too ashamed to bring it up to face Peter again. Pale hands, still shaking and cold from her vision, balled into a fist on her lap. And finally, her eyes opened again, now slightly red and irritated from the tears, but nonetheless .....she was sure her eyes wouldn't close anymore, at least not long enough for her mind to form a picture. It was now, that she had finally felt the reassuring grip of Peter. She said nothing to this. Her normal reaction would to send an icy glare, or recoil but none of the sort came. She knew he must be itching to know exactly what just happened.....what she saw. And so, to put a troubled mind to rest, she answered his unasked question.

"I saw them. I saw my father the day he was turned by Rasputian. The way all warmth left his gaze only to replaced by a distant coldness. I watched him slaughter my mother when I was seven. I knew I should have helped her but...............-

but I just couldn't. I was- am such a coward"

She answered, though the affects of the vision had taken thier toll on her voice as well. What should have been a steady tone was now scratched and shaking. And a rush of air followed this reply as she let out a long breath, almost as if she had been holding her breath. She was, in her mind, a coward for not leaping in between her father and mother the second he pulled out the dagger, and for staying in her place as she watched her mother bleed to death. She could have done SOMEthing and she chose nothing. And now, she would never forgive herself for that.

[xXPeterxX]

The crying seized, but her head hung just the same. She felt so tense beneath his hands. He wanted to say something, anything. But there was nothing left for him to say. He felt so useless. Considering his current life status, that was a little uncomforting for him. He was always doing something to help someone, most of the time himself. He wasn't used to being this... this useless for lack of a better word of equal meaning. For a real surprise, Peter thought that this moment of compleate silence, without the tears, was far more unbearable and strange then that with them. He could hardly take it anymore when she finally spoke.

"I saw them. I saw my father the day he was turned by Rasputin. The way all warmth left his gaze only to replaced by a distant coldness. I watched him slaughter my mother when I was seven. I knew I should have helped her but... but I just couldn't. I was-... am such a coward."

That caught him so off-guard that he almost fell backwards. That name. It speared his heart with an arrow of hatred, even not knowing what he had done to Autumn's family. Peter realized just how much more he and Autumn were alike, and how much more they had yet to learn about each other. Rasputin had infected Autumn's dad, and then Autumn had been forced to watch as he turned on his family, how he killed his wife right infront of his daughter. The brute almost didn't understand how much being a vampire could change people, especially because of the way Peter was. He was a vampire, technically half-vampire, with a heart, perhaps the only one.

Peter's erge to say something to console her overwelmed him once more. He then caught the fact that she had called herself a coward. It was probably one of the most perposterous things he'd ever heard her say. "No! No, Autumn! You're nothing of the sort!" he said, quite loudly actually, almost as if he were angry. He probably was. He was angry with Rasputin. He always had been, always will be. He hated the murderous creature. And what made it all worse, he hated that Rasputin was his father.

"You are probably the strongest person I have ever met. Granted I have no social life, it's still true. You are not a coward! Everyday you go out to battle with the darkest creatures walking this earth, knowing that you have a 99% chance of dieing, and yet you go willingly anyway. You are not a coward. Knowing what you had to endure as a child, you are perhaps the bravest solider out there." His voice was softer, not as loud and eruptive as before. He said this all with great sinserity. He had no idea where it had come from, but the brute couldn't have stopped it from escaping his jaws. When he was through, he couldn't believe he'd said all that. And he realized that that was probably the most he'd ever said at one time for the past 12 or 13 years. He looked back at Autumn, after having soaked up the shock of his words, to see if she was just as surprised.

[x.Wolf.x]

Her gaze didn't catch Peter's reaction to the name for two reasons, one she had been too busy forcing herself to stop crying and two because her head was lolled. Even if she was looking directly at Peter, my guess would be that she would have missed his reaction all together. Finally, her breathing had evened out and the sniffling that usually came with the tears and pain had disapated all together. Crimsion gaze locked on the spot where so many tears had fell, almost as if the place were some imagenary thing that would disappear if she looked away. But that wasn't the reason she couldn't tear her crimsion gaze away from her skirt.....it was because she couldn't. Even if she had wanted to, she couldn't have looked away. She was too ashamed with herself to even move at the moment. Ashamed that she couldn't move years ago when her father stabbed her mother to death, and now for letting such a weak emotion to erupt in front of Peter. Perhaps it was because she had trusted him so much that she could allow such a lasp in all judgement, or perhaps and more likely was because no human being could hold emotion away forever without it driving them mad. Emotions were apart of human life. Thus this war was so deadly to many more humans then vampires. Rarely, except for one known case (Katili), would a human tear another apart and still feel nothing.

At first, she had pushed Peter's words away taking them as some lie that was meant to comfort her and nothing else. But as the words sunk in, her gaze lifted from her skirt to Peter's gaze. No, he was wrong. She feared for her life everytime she raced into battle, and fled when she saw no hope in winning....being the only one left many times. Since almost last week, she had felt strange around Peter but she had always pushed it away like it was some illness or something that was going around the villages. But now, that feeling was back and this time it was stronger. She felt as if she needed to be close to Peter. But she wouldn't allow this to happen---She couldn't allow it to happen. Peter was a half-breed, being half of the very thing she had vowed to destory and hate and yet she felt nothing like that toward him. Everything was so mixed up and backwards these days. Everything. With the words spoken, the night clear..one could guess this scene from a romance novel. All except, Peter and Autumn were nothing close to being lovers, the scene was in a cemetary, and Autumn had just watched her mothers murder.

Already weak from her war on emotions and vision, Autumn couldn't fight the urge any longer. No longer could she just push this away like an annoying bug because it came back like a boomerang. And so, without really actually weighing down any consenquences, without thoughts of rejection or the future. Autumn leaned forward toward Peter.


((-holds up camera-))

[xXPeterxX]

As Autumn met his gaze, he didn't see surprise. Maybe a hint of it, but that was it. Perhaps the trauma she had just endured was too great for even his outburst to shock her. Perhaps she simply hadn't heard him. Maybe he hadn't said anything. Maybe he'd imagined it all. He didn't know. Atleast, not until Autumn did something he had never even thought was possible. Her crimson eyes stared into his gray ones, something strange hiding beneath them. Without warning, Peter could see her face slowly leaning toward him.

And then what surprised him more, he felt himself closeing the small gap left between their lips. He had no time to think. At all. Not about what he was doing. Not about what would happen after. Not about anything that had happened before. He was overcome with the erge to get closer and closer. He couldn't stop it, and... I don't think he wanted to stop it. It was out of his hands now. Slowly, cautiously, as if time had slowed down so much that it seemed to be still, their lips met.

It wasn't a long kiss. But it wasn't one of those little pecks you see spouses giving each other in greeting. It was a small, but meaningful kiss directly to the lips of these two young teens that lasted approximatly 4.3 seconds. Then, just as slowly, it stopped. Peter's head pulled back cautiously, as if moving too fast wasn't an option. His eyes were wide in shock, and then confusion. Did... did we.. did we just... He couldn't finish the sentence in his head. He glanced down at Autumn for a second, then swiftly rose to his feet and turned away. The brute disappeared moments later, not a trace left to say he had even been there. No footsteps were heard as his figure vanished into the dark night.

[x.Wolf.x]

Within seconds both Peter and Autumn had thrown away they had thought they knew about each other. She had at the very least expected Peter to just stare at her leaning like that and call her an idiot for trying, but much....much.....MUCH to her surprise he did nothing of the sort. Instead, the teen closed the distance between the two of them. Though the kiss didn't lead to much like most teenage kisses do these days, it had looked like many found in romance movies or read about in novels. Something that should have never happened did. Thier lips met for mere seconds, but to Autumn it felt like a lot longer. Her eyes closed throughout the entire thing. Nothing that happened that night had been remembered in those four point something rather seconds, at least not to Autumn. It was as if nothing had ever even happened.

When the two finally broke apart, neither jerked away, both moved slowly back to thier positions almost as if they were stuck in slow motion. 'Did........that .......did we.......What?!' Hundreds, no thousands of questions ran through Autumns mind. Her gaze wide and obviously slightly confused. Her gaze rose to movement from Peter. Though he said nothing, or even showed any of what he had felt after...that *moment* he had disappeared into the night. Which was probably for the better. No, scratch that....it was for the better. If one of them didn't leave at that moment, they'd spend the rest of thier time making up excuses.

She stayed only seconds after Peter left. With a deep sigh of either confusion or a lot of thinking, she gathered the two swoards she carried and made her leave as well. Though Peter left the direction she wanted to go, she made her leave oppisite of him....unwilling to meet up with the boy, at least for awhile.

[xXPeterxX]

>>That was perhaps one of the most awkward things I've ever had to roleplay.