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_______'s point of view:

The air is heavy with mist as I get closer to school. A red headed figure steps from the mist, his clothes hang heavily and a black mask cover his sharp features. "What do you want Alistor?!" I snap. My probation from slaying was made official only minutes ago, so I have no power over him now. "Only a friendly chat" he says, his voice is gentle. Gentler than I've ever heard it. He takes his mask off, a huge bruise covers his right eye. Serves him right, I think, even though my heart froze when I saw his injury.

Alistors point of view:
_____'s bright (e/c) eyes stare at the blemish. I wonder what she's thinking. Does she feel sympathetic for me or is she finding pleasure in my pain? Probably the latter. She steps towards me, hand outstretched. I flinch, expecting her to slap me, but, to my surprise, she tentatively touches the purpling skin. Why is she suddenly being so kind to me? My eyes wander to her bag, the slayer company she works for insignia is gone.

Was she fired because of me?

_______'s point of view:

His skin is so soft despite the crinkles the bruise creates. "What happened?" My words come out like a harsh demand, but a quiet gentleness is buried beneath them. "...." he hesitates.

"ye' " he whispers finally, long canines flashing. Me?! My heart pounds inside my chest. "I'm so.....sorry" I murmur, tears pooling in my eyes. Wait...tears? Why am I crying? Why am I even being kind to him?! He is enemy number one! A vampire!

Yet my heart tells me something different...

"It's okay" he says, wrapping a arm around my shoulders. I don't deserve his sympathy. "We have to go to school" I state, pulling away from his grasp.

Alistor's point of view:

"Oh yeah" I say mournfully, jogging in time with her bike. Fifteen minutes later we arrive at Timber Lake Highschool, with only thirty seconds till class. "Great, now I'm going to be late" she growls, all kindness in her voice gone. "I'm sorry lass" I mummer. Her eyes soften momentarily, but return to their usual coldness in a minute. "Whatever" she sighs, turning to her classes general direction.

"I love ye" I breathe. "Did you say something?" _____ asks, a spark of curosity in her eyes. "Nothing" I quickly respond.

______'s point of view:

I shrug my scrawny (or broad) shoulders, and ran off to my first class. I skid to an unsteady stop in front of my English Class. Flinging the door open, I dramatically say, "The amazing me is here!" Scoffing, my teacher, Mrs. Willows, responds,"Yes and the 'amazing' " she puts her fingers up in quotion marks, "you is late by ten minutes." I laugh and stroll to my desk. Plunking down I look at the board. A one thousand word essay due by the end of this period.

Easy.

Alistors point of view:

Birds chirp outside as the teacher drones on about some old dead dude. My thoughts stray towards _____ . I wonder how she would have reacted to my confession if she had heard me....

_____'s point of view:

I finish my last paragraph as the bell shrilly rings out. Grinning I jump up and sprint to Mrs. Willows desk. "Touchdown! " I exclaim, slamming it down on her desk. She sighs, used to my slightly obnoxious attitude. "Later" I wave, skipping out of the room.

Standing at my locker is Alistor. "Hi" I give him a half hearted grin. "Hey lass. I have a question" he pauses, "Were you fired?" "Me? Nope, just put on probation." I say. "Oh..." he says, "Just one more question." "Yes" I sigh.

"How do you feel about me personally?" He asks, eyes wide.

Alistors point of view:

A pit of doubt starts to pool in my gut. She hasn't responded. After what feels like a millennium she answers, "I...really, really, really like you, Ali" her words are hesitant and slow. "Why did you ask?" She asks. "....." I think. "Because I love ye' too" I say.

"You know this means I'll have to quit my job" _____ sighs.