DON'T [ private ] YOU [ tinkerbell ] DARE

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my limbs are literally aching and i'm so tired xD
okay so what i haz is this:
isabella returns that evening and sees jericho in his werewolf form
panicky-panicky time to run
she run
she hiding under something
she finally thinks jericho's gone so she comes out
only to see some creeps
she est escaping [or trying to cos she's really scared]
jericho is like
'nu uh'
follows them
gets isabella back
doesn't realize he's broken the border
isabella runs away cos she's f.ucking terrified of him and rightly so
she doesn't come back for a few days
then she comes back
any good
also sry about my broken sentences i can't think straight xD

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[justify][size=9pt]//f.ucked too hard
no that's a lie
my limbs are achey cos i don't have enough sleep in my system

juliet's party had been kind of terrifying in every way shape and form. she'd rented out some nightclub or something, and had made me dress up in a way i really wasn't comfortable with in the slightest; a silky blue dress and a pair of silver high heels which i couldn't properly walk in, let alone dance in. when we were there, it was hot and crowded and loud. people kept pushing up against me, dancing around me, trying to buy me drinks. everyone seemed to be either drunk or getting drunk, and i saw a few people in the corner of the room snorting it. at the bar, it was no better. i didn't like alcohol; i'd seen what alcohol did to you. so i just ordered a lemonade and sat on one of the bar stools, sipping it from a frosted glass. people kept trying to talk to me, but three guys stood out in particular. they were tall and dangerous looking, and they kept leering over me like i was something that tasted good. it took juliet to scare them away, and when she saw i was shaken, she told me to go home.

i didn't want to go home and be by myself in my tiny room. i was nervous. i decided to go visit jericho, since company seemed like something i wanted. biting my lip anxiously, i walked through the streets as fast as i could, staggering slightly in the high heels juliet had put me in. at the bottom of the hill, i stopped and took them off, then carried them. i could see the border, less distinguishable in the darkness, but still there. biting my lip again, i looked around to make sure nobody was there, and then stepped inside the border, swallowing. i didn't really stop to think about my appearance. jericho had cuddled with me as a wolf, he'd slept in the same room as me when i didn't have a top on. i could trust him not to try anything weird, or something like that. i made my way up the stairs and pushed the door open, looking around in the darkness as my eyes adapted. juliet had curled my hair more than it usually was, and one of the curls tumbled into my face.
"jericho?" i called. my voice sounded lost and lonely in the emptiness of the house.[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]i heard the sound before i looked up. the growls and the roars and the stomping - it was all really loud. i stared, wide-eyed, and i felt my blood run cold. i was a very fearful person; i got afraid of things very quickly, and i was like a rabbit in headlights when i was scared. i was rooted to the spot in the same way i'd been when i'd seen him for the first time. i didn't know why i didn't turn and run. time seemed to be moving in a really peculiar way, not as though it had stopped or as though it was slowing down, but like it was creating drag and slurring and moving back and forth in a strange way. suddenly, with the sound of claws on wood, i was snapped back to attention and i ran. i was a fast runner, but i couldn't outrun him, that much was obvious. probably my best bet was to hide somewhere he couldn't reach; jericho was strong in his human form, stronger as a wolf, and then undoubtedly stronger as this.

i ran into the room with the piano, and then ran into one of its neighboring rooms. there was a door i hadn't been through before, and i ran through there too, conscious of the fact that i was almost definitely going to die. the room i ran into looked like a spare room - it had furniture piled all over the place, dust collected on everything, and i wasn't sure what to do. however, there wasn't another way out of this room, and nor were there any windows. i slammed the door shut and shoved a chair up against it, then scrambled under a dresser in the corner and curled up into a little ball, my breath coming in soft and shuddering gasps. why was i even bothering to hide? i was almost definitely going to die. the dresser seemed to be attached to the floor, nailed in some way, likely because this seemed to have once been a bathroom and you wouldn't want to move the dresser, but jericho was strong. i tried to keep my breath quiet, my head buried in my knees.[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]i wasn't sure who i was more afraid of - jericho, or the three males that had entered the room. i held my breath, completely tense and frozen in place, hoping to god that they wouldn't see me. i was terrified beyond belief, my heart hammering so quickly that the individual beats were indistinguishable from one another. just as i thought that they were going to leave, i saw a pair of eyes appear at the bottom of the dresser, and the man who had spoken first grabbed my arm and dragged me out, laughing.
"look, guys, i found her!" i snarled and struggled, pulling away from him, but he had a tight hold on my arm and i couldn't get away. i twisted back and forth, thrashing like a cat who someone was trying to wash, but no matter what, he wouldn't let go. one of his friends came to stand in front of me, and put his hand out to tilt my head up. i bit his finger hard, drawing blood.

i was used to this kind of fighting; i knew the aim wasn't to win points for style, but to hurt your opponent more than they were hurting you. but these guys were taller than i was, and although i kicked violently - hitting one of them in the shins and the one holding my arm in the crotch - i couldn't get away. the only one not injured so far was stood in the doorway, and when i tried to run, he grabbed me.
"let go of me!" i yelled, thrashing away from him. "don't f.ucking touch me, let go of me!" sometimes, people would become disorientated when they were being screamed at, but evidently these people were not the type that became confused from something like yelling. they were laughing, in fact, at my trivial attempts to escape. the blood of the guy whose finger i'd bitten was running down my chin, and my hair was tangled and matted.

one of them bent down and put out his finger like the other guy had. this time, when i tried to bite it, he jerked it back and laughed.
"come on sweetie, don't be rude! we just want to have fun. you know what fun is, don't you?" i spat in his face, and his expression hardened. he grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the door, snapping to his friends to follow. i was still kicking and screaming, and one of his friends reached out and slapped my face. i raised my free arm and tried to hit him back, but he moved his arm away and i nearly fell over. "get her into the gardens; it's dark there." what were they going to do to me? this was too reminiscent of my childhood, and i hated it. memories were flashing through my brain at a rapid rate. [/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]i was confused. one minute jericho was trying to kill me, evidently hell-bent on ending my life, the next he was trying to stop these three from doing whatever they were going to do to me? i wasn't watching, i was too busy trying to pull away, but i heard a sudden loud crack, and then the same ringing noise that i'd heard the first night in the house. i covered my ears, still screaming at the people holding me to 'let me go, let me go!'. suddenly, they did as i asked, dropping me to the ground and continuing to run, yelling at each other to leave me and hope whatever was chasing them would want to go after me instead. the aftermath of being dropped and rolling down a bumpy and uneven slope was bruised limbs, an aching head, incredibly dizziness. i stumbled to my feet, clenching my fists, and glanced up, my eyes widening. jericho had somehow crossed the border.

i wasn't staying; no way in hell. i started running again, although my body was covered in bruises and ached like hell. i ran down the hill, away from the three men and jericho, and into the road. i'd left my shoes behind at jericho's house, like the story of cinderella, but i was never going back, so he could keep them. i ran through the roads, going so fast i was fairly certain i was just a blur of blue silken fabric and bright red hair. when i reached my place, i scrabbled through the tiny pocket on the dress for my keys, and slid them into the door, slamming it behind me as i raced up the stairs, tore the dress off, and climbed into the shower. the water was freezing cold but i didn't react to the temperature. instead, i just knelt down in the bathtub and sobbed into my knees, water running down my face and mingling with the tears. god, god, god! i'd hoped this would never, ever happen again.[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]three days later, i went back. i didn't want to. it was the last place on earth i wanted to go. i wanted to go far, far away from the house, and far, far away from the town. the bodies of the three men had been found the same night by an innocent woman out taking her greyhound for a midnight walk. whilst i was glad they were dead, i was afraid, afraid of jericho and what he could do. but i had to get the shoes; juliet said she wanted them back, and obviously there was, in her mind, no reason for me not to go up to the old house. so i had to return. i wanted to dress like a nun; i felt disgusting, and i hated myself for what had happened. but it was hot, unbearably so, and so i was forced into a pair of shorts. swallowing, i stood at the bottom of the hill and stared up. every now and again i'd put my foot out as though about to climb, and then retract it, too afraid. in the end, however, i started up the hill.

i didn't want jericho to know i was there. when i had walked up the steps and through the door, i moved silently, my feet making no sound on the floor. i'd expected to find the shoes in the hallway, to be honest, just because i assumed i would have dropped them when i saw jericho standing at the top of the stairs. but they weren't there. i decided to follow the route i'd taken when running, and stepped through into the piano room. i spent several minutes looking around, under couches, under dressers, under the piano, but i couldn't find my shoes. reluctantly, i moved into the spare room, noting the way the door had been torn up. i felt my heart speed up a little as i remembered the night in vivid detail, and pressed my lips together. taking a step forwards, i knelt down and began to look under all the furniture, my eyes wide. i just wanted to get the f.ucking shoes, and get the f.uck out of there.[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]//yay aggressive female ghosts xD
tbh if bella ever encountered joann
she would yell at her for a very long time about how forcing yourself on someone was no better when the someone was a male, and how injuring someone isn't love, it's abuse, and just get really fired up and angry xD
smol angry redhaired hooman

i heard the screaming coming from the corridor, and decided the safest thing to do would be to just stay in the room and look for the stupid bloody shoes and then try to get out through a window or something. i could fit through a window. after a few moments of searching under furniture, i finally found them, dust covered. i brushed a few spiders off of them, and then stepped out of the room, glancing around. it sounded like there was one serious argument going on in the hallway, and i wondered who else was here that jericho was yelling at. i heard the name joann, and my eyebrows raised. a girl? there was another girl in here? and she was crying? i feel like females have this instinct - protect other girls at all costs. if you see some girl with a creep in a bar, any female in their right mind will try to help them. and likewise, when i heard a girl was crying, i stormed out into the corridor ready to yell at jericho about how he was being vile. it didn't matter how afraid i was; if jericho had made somebody cry, and that somebody was a girl, i was going to get mad as hell.

i frowned, pausing in the doorway and observing the scene. i must've looked really strange; i was shaking gently with fear, and my hair was full of cobwebs. moments earlier, i would have jumped to joann's defense, but something seemed off. jericho seemed like he was the frightened one here, as thought he was trying to keep this girl from doing something. i listened to the girl's loud sobs, a little confused.
"who's she?" i looked up when i heard the girl's voice, and i stared at her for a couple of seconds. she seemed kind of aggressive.
"um... who are you?" i asked a question in response, and she just glared at me, before snapping in response,
"i'm jericho's girlfriend." i raised my eyebrows; he had a girlfriend? why did he have a girlfriend? y'know what, whatever. he was allowed to have a girlfriend. i didn't look over at jericho, just took a step towards the door.[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]i saw red. just like jericho had a few nights before, my whole temper snapped. i knew i was no match for a werewolf or a ghost or whatever joann was, and this one seemed to be incredibly strong, but i was furious. the insults she was hurling at jericho were vile, the sort of thing nobody wanted to hear and especially not about somebody that they loved. my dad used to yell insults at my mom, using the same sort of words that the girl was using now; whore, violent swears, nasty, short, cold words that stuck to you, and i couldn't stand listening to it.
"you're pathetic!" i shouted, my fists clenched at my side and my cheeks flushed. my eyes were bright with anger. i couldn't fight the girl, but i was so f.ucking full of rage, and it was all bubbling up inside of me. as a kid, i'd read matilda; the story about the little girl who could move objects with her mind if she just focused enough. i didn't have that kind of power, but god, i was mad.

"nobody who cared about jericho would yell at him like that! you don't say stuff like that to people you love, it's not right, and you're an evil, evil person if you're doing it!" i stomped my foot like a little kid, the floorboards creaking. "you wouldn't like having everything wrong with your life pointed out, so don't f.ucking do it to other people, and certainly don't bloody do it to people that you claim to love! you're abusive and disgusting and-" i stopped myself, breathing heavily, staring at the girl with my face full of hatred. i'd been to psychiatrists, and i'd had them recite everything that was wrong with my childhood over and over in front of me, and i couldn't stand it. i wasn't sure why i was so mad. i somehow doubted that it was an actual defense of jericho. i was more certain that it was everything that had built up inside of me for years, all the anger at my dad and my mom and my therapists and everyone i knew. "you get out instead of me!"

//look at her
LOOK AT THIS
SHE IS SO F.UCKING FURIOUS
tho she ded
she hella ded if joann doesn't like her xD[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]i growled under my breath as joann kicked jericho, but i couldn't do anything. i watched her leave, holding my breath, and then turned to face jericho as he said he hadn't thought i'd come back.
"yeah, well, neither did i," i muttered, stepping towards the door. i really meant to leave; just to walk straight out the door and never come back. but i felt sorry for him. she'd kicked him in the ribs, and although he was strong, she might have broken one of them. a broken rib needed urgent medical attention, because otherwise it could collapse inwards and cause massive internal bleeding. biting my lip, i took a step away from the door, put the shoes down, and then walked over to where jericho was, kneeling down in front of him and not looking up at him, refusing to meet his eyes.

"did she break it?" i questioned. i couldn't see through the fabric of his shirt, and asking him to lift it up would be awkward. "that's not love, by the way. it doesn't matter what she says; it doesn't matter if she says that she can only show love like that. nobody who really, truly loves someone would ever hurt them like that. trust me, it's one of the things abusers and manipulators do - they try to convince the abused or the manipulated that their actions are excusable under the guise of love." i shook my head, biting my lip as i looked down at his top. i didn't want to look up at him, because what i was saying was entirely from experience, and i knew i didn't want him to be able to see my face when i was exposing such a big part of myself. my hands were shaking slightly, clenched by my sides. "who is she?" i asked finally, looking up at him slowly.

//tbh
this gives her an excuse 2 be like
"m8 lift ur shirt up i need 2 see ur chest yeh yeh purely scientific and medical mhmm yeh just lift it mmhmm f.uck bruh ur attractive but in like a scientific way yeah 10000% scientific" xD[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]he was totally in denial. she didn't love him, she was obsessed with him and thought she loved him. but i wasn't going to argue with him any more; it was tricky to convince most people things about love, especially if they'd been conditioned. i'd met countless people who refused to believe that they were being abused and used by people, and evidently jericho was going to be one of those people. as much as i hated to admit it, i agreed with joann; rosemary seemed to have been using jericho when they were both alive. i wondered what made her sleep with the other guy; jericho seemed like a nice enough fellow. he was good-looking, and clearly madly in love with rosemary, and it seemed that he liked the things she liked, so why had she chosen to break his heart like that? i didn't understand the ins and outs of love.

i noticed that he kept wincing every time he touched his ribs, and i swallowed. yeah, he'd definitely injured himself, and he'd almost definitely broken them. i wondered if i ought to just get up and go and leave him to heal; it wasn't like he could die! he was dead, for crying out loud. but i couldn't leave him here to do this on his own. i pressed my lips together and took a deep breath in through my nose, and then decided what i had to do. it was blatantly obvious, but i didn't really want to do it. i was afraid that i'd be too 'interested' in his appearance to help. in the end, i spoke, my voice first a mumble and unintelligible. i then said it again, louder and clearer.
"okay, i'mma need you to take your shirt off." i swallowed, tying my hair into an incredibly messy ponytail. "i need to see if you've broken your rib."[/size][/justify]

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