First encounter

[Lizzie Lovental]

Wind blew quietly and the weather was not so bad at all, but nevertheless, couldiness and the lack of sun was the reason why other students decided to stay inside and attend to thier things. Lizzie, on the other hand, was not afraid of rain, should it start falling, nor did she care about the cold that kept creeping under her clothes, chilling her fragile and tiny body.

Her clear blue eyes were fixed on a book; a relatively heavy at this point and it looked odd especially on her knees. The thick cover read in golden letters "Shakespeare" and obviously it had a collection of his plays which Lizzie enjoyed very much.

On the other hand, however, this book did not belong to her. Lizzie had "found" it when she had walked around in school and although she tried passing it first, doing her best to avoid and restrain her urge, but in the end it got over her and the poor girl, not able to control herself properly, stole it. She wasn't even sure to whom it belonged, but after she had a hold of the masterpiece, she felt an utter satisfaction flowing through her mind which was very close to a bliss.

As her eyes grew a bit tired from reading "Julius Caesar", Lizzie lifted her chin and looked around. The courtyard was still empty.

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

There were few things in the world that pleased Demetrius, and if he put his mind to it he could count those things on just one hand. But he didn't really feel the need, nor desire, to start listing out things in his life. Not today. Not today of all days. Unless that list consisted wholly of the things Demetrius was going to do to the little prick that stole his book. But Demetrius would have run out of room on his metaphorical paper long before he felt satisfied.

He knew, he knew that people at Hammel were just a bunch of worthless little punks. Sure, Greg had seemed like a nice guy. But Demetrius wasn't fooled. He knew that people were just walking around ready to use up anyone who showed a slightest bit of give. But Mathis had allowed him to become too satisfied in his security, too safe within the little bubble the animal mimic wanted him to see. Demetrius had even -briefly, for all of one night- believed that people might be born to do good. That was until he was lulled into this false security and let down his guard. And how was he rewarded? Some prick stole his book. His expensive as hell book, he might add. It cost him three hundred dollars on E-bay to get the leather bound collection of Shakespeare's works (complete with illustrations).

So now Demetrius was forced to chase down the culprit, whoever the hell the culprit might be. Where ever the hell they might be. The winged boy shoved open the school doors leading to the courtyard, shuffling through as best he could to fit his wings through the doorway. As soon as the air hit his exposed skin, Demetrius wondered if he should go back inside and get a jacket. It's not like he disliked the cold, he rather enjoyed it since it happened to be a sensation he could feel. Until... He couldn't feel it anymore. But as he pondered the idea a mental image appeared in his head of what the nameless, faceless assailant could be doing to his book. That spurred Demetrius into movement and he strode away from the door with a stiff gate, burning green eyes scanning left and right as he headed for the dormitory. Hopefully Mathis would be willing to help him sniff out his lost stolen property.

So lost in his train of thought Demetrius almost missed a flash of gold from a small girl's hands. Almost. But his green eyes narrowed in on the gold and before he could fully form the thought of walking over there, he was stomping up to her. Giant wings flapping behind with enough force to stir up their own breeze.

"You little bitch. What the fuck are you doing stealing other people's shit. Give it back, now."

[Lizzie Lovental]

Julius Caesar was stabbed twenty seven times and his best friend was part of the conspiracy group. Lizzie shuddered. Being betrayed like that by someone who Julius trusted was painful beyond reasoning. She sighed. Now that her eyes were completely tired, she could finish the play a bit later. Closing her eyes, the girl moved her shoulders, cracking her bones.

Closing her eyes, hoping them to rest for a bit, Lizzie was startled by someone addressing directly her, although rather in an impolite way. She opened her blue eyes and looked up at the winged young man. Oh, he was angry, but she could not feel guilt or anything, even when she guessed to whom this book belonged.

"You want it," she said quietly, looking at the expensive collection. She did not wish to give it back. Shakespeare was such an amazing writer. "Why now?" she furrowed her eyebrows, not noticing that she did not answer to his first question. She did not know what she did when she stole their stuff. Just stole it?

"I didn't steal it. I found it," she finally said, which was partially true. She found it. Somewhere, but where, she did not even remember anymore.

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

Green eyes bore holes into the blue eyed slut, prick, bitch, vixen, he could come up with a million names for what she was. Had she really just asked why he'd want it back? "Because it's mine you little tramp." With that said, Demetrius reached out in an attempt to yank the book back. Granted he pulled rather weakly for fear that the leather might be warped. Or worse, that the pages might get damaged.

However the female just continued speaking lying. Right to his face, as if he wouldn't be able to tell the difference. "Like hell you did, bitch! You riffled through my damn bag to get to it! That's not fucking 'finding' it."

((Uh.... Short.... Super short.... Shortest I've written to date....

I apologize...))

[Lizzie Lovental]

She did not resist or struggle anyhow when he yanked the book back, but she noticed a certain way of sensitivity in his movements. He cherished the old collection as much as she did, except that he was the real owner of the book, not she.
Lizzie tilted her head, looking at him as if she did not understand what he meant by that. "Yours," she muttered quietly, voice distant; she reminded of a girl who tried to remember a word but was not even aware of its meaning.

"Does it please you to call me names? Would you feel brighter if I'd shame you too? Manwhore, faggot, rascal..." Lizzie stood up blue eyes, full of misunderstanding, glued on the young man. "And I did not go through your bag. Like I said - I found it."

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

When the book was safely returned to his hands, Demetrius wasted no time in scanning it over. He completely ignored the female to do so, leafing through the pages quickly to check for damage and flipping it over repeatedly in his hands. It took a few minutes before his burning green eyes returned to look at the far too small meta in front of him. A brief tinge of fear ran through his veins as he wondered if she had a dangerous power before he pushed it off- not like it would hurt him anyway. "Mine. Are you so stupid you don't know the meaning of the word?"

His fingers curled into a fist involuntarily as his wings flapped, anger taking priority in his mind over the inkling of fear. He hated being called a faggot, even if it was true. It was one of the few words that could anger... Demetrius cut off that thought since every word pissed him off. He rested the urge to simply lash out at her though, and took a step back. "You're a lying little bitch. You didn't just fucking find it."