Let the games begein(Dorian)

[Lena Yakov]

Tag: Dorian | Notes: hello | Oufit: clickky

Lena wasnt used to waking up this early. Heck, the sun had only just gone down, she still had enough time for an extra hour of sleep before class started but after a rather loud banging on her door awoke her, she couldnt bring herself to fall back asleep, upon opening the door, she saw a gangly looking girl, tall and skinny. The woman smiled at her before handing her a slip of paper and scurried away "Wait, what the hell is this for?" Lena called to the woman but she was already gone.

She sighed, shutting her door and opened the small piece of paper, a note from Kirova saying that she was to come to the office immediately "What did I do now? I was sleeping the whole night..." she sighed a bit and half yawned as she hurried to get dressed, she might not have been royal but her parents were high ranking moroi, she was born into money though she didnt really inherit anything until her father passed. Elijah, mer y older brother, had already seen to killing her mother when she was very young. She never forgave him for it...she hated him. Her father, a man who loved his son greatly, was now in search of Elijah to seek revenge. Son or not, the boy had killed the only woman her father had ever loved.

She rushed to get dressed, throwing on her favorite jeans and an over the shoulder skin tight black shirt with the word 'love' written across it before stepping into my favorite boots. They were new and had only been worn once but she loved them already.
Next she fastened a silver locket around her neck, the locket was sparkling silver, clearly expensive and had a single red ruby just above the locket itself. The locket had belonged to her mother and as a gift and a way to remember the woman that gave life to both Lena and her brother, Lena's father saw fit to give the locket to his only daughter 'you remind me a great deal of your mother Lena...never lose your innocence, never lose that spark for life, the need for adventure, your strong will and your need to stand up for what you believe. Never let anyone change who you are to become. A great woman, like your mother. Beautiful, strong, couragous and amazing in every sense of the word' she remembered her father saying and smiled happily.

She wiped the single tear that rolled over her face before racing out of her room and straight to Kirova's office.

She was surprised that, upon arrival, she saw a few members of the court there along with a few guardians she didnt know though one of them she knew quite well or rather, she'd like to.
Dorian.

She bit her lip lightly, smiling and turned to Kirova who seemed a bit unsure about this. Kirova knew Dorian to be socially inept, a bit of a hermit...the guy never really spoke to anyone so to put him with a moroi would probably be a mistake. How could someone who refused to socialize possibly protect a girl like Lena.

She was more often than not, running around here and there. On weekends she was given permission to travel outside the school and visit her father who would send letters every tuesday to let her know where he was, this week he was in Canada. Nova Scotia to be exact "Headmistress, what is it? I was actually kinda...sleeping." Lena spoke and sighed a bit before hearing someone, a guardian from the royal court speaking.

"Lena Yakov, we have discussed this with a few other guardians as well as several others who all agree and the queen herself has as well that Dorian is to be your guardian..."

The reson behind this decision was unknown to Lena but she scoffed and stared at Dorian "Your sticking me with him?! he hardly speaks! Half the time I think he's a freaking mute! I dont need a guardian, im capable of taking care of myself." she crossed her arms, sighing a bit but Kirova only said something about how this wasnt up for discussion, moroi cant protect themselves against strigoi and that it would be up to Dorian to escort her to and from her trip to Canada. He would stay with her every hour of every day, the room they'd be in had two beds so he wouldnt have to leave her side "Wait...why the sudden need to protect me? You've never showed interest before." Lena questioned only to hear a few murmurs and whispers.

She heard enough to know what had happened, she heard the words Elijah-her brother- and then the words 'turned strigoi of his own free will' "My brother?! He wouldnt do that. He's crazy not stupid...what about my dad? who's protecting him?!"

"we've already given him two capable guardians, he's perfectly safe." she heard a female guardian speak up and she sighed in relief before looking at Dorian "Guess im stuck with you..."

[Dorian Vision]

The trick of the eyes,
Eyes that see the cost of the sea,
Sea that runs so free,
Free of changes so directly inhabiting me,
me and my only,
only so much longer,
longer and then saying goodbye,
goodbye to our duties,
duties to prevail.

If there was one thing in the world he would never volunteer to do, it would be watching over small people. They weren't necessarily small, more... Insufficient. They were immature, they couldn't think or even speak correctly. He was standing sitting at his desk, staring at the last few papers he was required to grade from his Novice training class. He sorted through them, counted, and sighed at the ammount. Fifteen papers, why so many? Dorian didn't clearly remember his point in assigning the paper, only that his students were horribly inaccurate and none of them were paticulalry adept in hand eye coordination.

Besides that, he was forced into it. They needed someone who was good. Who knew what they were talking about when protecting and killing. He had done plenty of that. All without saying too much. He thought about it, though, and figured it helped keep him out of trouble.
But a sharp rap came to his door. He stood, and walked to the door. It creaked a bit as it opened, and he looked down to see a young messenger.

" Kirova's office, Proffesor Vision," She said. Dorian nodded, unwilling to question the youth as she stalked off through the halls. He was already dressed, having been up grading the papers, so he pulled his shoes on and tread lightly through the door, shutting it. It seemed to slam closed in the corridor, for the noise racketed down the hallways. He puhed his hair back and walked, and walked, and walked.

Kirova's office was on the other side of the School, which meant he not only passed by his defense classroom, but also the other classes as well, and then past the girls dormitory. It was still late in the day, so the light infiltrated through the cracks of the heavy curtains. He strayed close to the shadows, keeping out the lights path. Once making his way to the ornate office door, he knocked lightly.

"Come in." Said Kirova, who was sitting at her desk. Three other guardians were inside. He noted that there was one more seat left open. He nodded to the Headmistress, who smiled weakly, and sat down, waiting.

"Dorian," She said casually. He hated when people talked to him in such a way. As if they were friends, "I have a child who is in need of a guardian." Her voice trailed off a little as she looked at the other guardians, who were snggering. None of them had classes to deal with, but they all seemed to know exactly who she was talking about.

"Good luck with her, mate," said one of the men he least liked. He as australian.

Kirova cleared her throat, "I have talked to the Queen," His eyes widened. Was she a noble Miroi? "She thinks it would be splendid if you were her guardian. You are theh best Dorian." He sat smaller in his chair, his eyes narowing. If he was her best, then why wasn't he in the field? Why was he here, teaching boys and girls who didn't even care about becomming a guardian?

The door opened quietly, and Dorian sat back up, looking into the eyes of a girl. He supposed she was the one he was guarding from then on. She looked at him for a moment, but turned to Kirova, speaking.

"Headmistress, what is it? I was actually kinda...sleeping." The headmistress smiled a little, giving Dorian one last look of regret. Of course she was sleeping, he thought, they had another two hours before the sun even hit the horizon.

"Lena Yakov, we have discussed this with a few other guardians as well as several others who all agree and the queen herself has as well that Dorian is to be your guardian..." Kirova said this quietly, her mouth barely moving. Dorian stood and nodded to the girl as the other Guardians filed out. One laughed aloud as the door shut.

"Your sticking me with him?! he hardly speaks! Half the time I think he's a freaking mute! I dont need a guardian, im capable of taking care of myself." He had a hard time keepig his mouth shut. Yes, she could take care of herself, when it came to bullying the royal children around. One look from Kirova, though, and he stood solemnly once more.

"Your brother," She paused, shaking her head and looking down, "He has chosen to become a Strigoi of his free will." She sounded tired. Dorian moved back from his chair, his legs spreading out as he set his hands behind his back in a demure way. He was ready to go back to his room and get away from the commotion, especially since his first two classes were rather large, and more obnoxious then the rest of the days worth.

"My brother?! He wouldnt do that. He's crazy not stupid...what about my dad? who's protecting him?!" She said, her voice getting frantic. Dorian looked at her in shock. She must not know who her brother is, then. He had fought with him once or twice before, but the slimy bastard always found a way out. Changing to the Strigoi sounded straight down his alley. He smirked at the fact that the girl thought he was just crazy. The man had powerful Strigoi friends, he wasn't that dumb, except for the fact that he was now a... Strigoi.

Kirova quickly settled it, telling her of the two Guardians with her father. She seemed to relax, but her next words riled him somewhat. "Guess I'm stuck with you..." He was very upset about that. As if being stuck with him was the worse thing in the world. He'd rather be stuck with himself then some bratty, wealthy little moroi for the rest of however long. He knew that most were supposed to have good relationships, but he couldn't see how he could like the girl. She was obnoxious, she was horribly immature, and she couldn't speak like an adult.

He hated that. He turned to the Headmistress, who was in shock with his sudden tantrum, and he turned to the girl. Lena, he remembered. But what did they do? What does a guardian do with his moroi when they first meet? He looked at Kirova who shurgged, "Why don't you two take the day off. Dorian, take the card and go with her for breakfast. There is a lovely resturaunt called Tontaria that has amazing food." He gave her a dark look when his back was turned to the girl and his face to the headmistress. She just gave him a silent sorry, and he stalked off, his mercedes car keys in one hand, and the School credit card in the other.

Was this her way of forcing him to speak? He didn't like it, but he would try his best for the girl. He faced her silently before they exited, "Shall we?"

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Muse:just OK
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Notes: He will be a little bit critizing until she can learn to calm down, but dont immediatly do that, let them gorw into each other
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[Lena Yakov]

Tag: Dorian | Notes: hello | Oufit: clickky

Lena was many things. Mean and cruel at times, stubborn and uncooperative but she wasnt the worst person in the world. she had her moments where she was really decent and kind, even sweet. She wasnt all bad so it always stung a bit when someone looked down on her or treated her like she was a brat. She wasnt just some brat with money from a decent family, she was far more than that. She was more than what most people cared to give her credit for and she knew...she knew what people thought of her, the way they talked about her and she hated it.

Good luck with her mate.

She heard one of the guardians speaking just as she walked in the room and in retaliation to his not so kind words, she raised a hand and used a small gust of wind to shove him out of her way "If you dont shut up, your gonna be the one needing luck." she growled under her breath before shutting the door in time to hear Kirova addressing Dorian. She remembered him from that day in the lunch room when she'd been picking on that royal kid...though she had a good reason, it might not have seemed that way at the time.

She had almost completely forgotten Dorian was there the second her brother was brought up, she hadnt seen him since she was very young, not since her father had left her at the academy to find her brother and seem revenge on him for killing her mother "My brother wouldnt just turn strigoi. T-thats not...he wouldnt do that..." Lena knew that she was showing too much, giving away too much emotion so she calmed herself down as best she could, fighting her tears back and took in a very small breath "I can still go to see my father this weekend, right? I mean...saturdays and sundays are the only times I get to see him. I can still go, right?" she looked at Kirova who didnt look very approving but the headmistress nodded "Of course you can. The school cant forbid you from seeing your family but you are to stay with Dor- Guardian Vision at all times."

Lena relaxed a bit more at hearing that and nodded her head a bit. She hated being forced to stay with soemone she didnt want to be around. In fact she hated when people told her what to do but if her life depended on it, she didnt really have much choice.

She looked at Kirova for a few seconds longer before turning her attention to Dorian and half frowned "Sorry. No offense...I mean, its just...you really dont talk and thats actually more annoying than being around people who talk too much. A few simple phrases wont kill you..." she commented and crossed her arms over her chest.
He looked at her then and she sighed, biting her lip "What? Seriously, I dont know what you want...I mean, I never thought i'd get a guardian so i've never bothered trying to figure out how to go about talking to my guardian..."

She heard Kirova say somethign about taking a day off and a slightly wicked smile corssed her face "What?! I get a day off from school? Okay, today must be my lucky day." she grinned a bit before seeing Dorian hurry off.
With a small sigh, Lena jogged off after him "We're not all trained to run fast, slow down, would ya?...I cant run, let alone walk in these damn shoes." she spoke, finally catching up to him and managed to stand side by side as they walked out of the school.

She flashed a quick smile to some of her friends and waved to some others before looking up when she heard Dorian speak "Yeah, sure...So, do I like...call you Dorian or Guardian Vision? Somehow I dont think you'd respond well to me calling you Mr.Mute or General Silence..." she smirked a bit, snickering at the nicknames she thought of for him but knew she wouldnt be able to use either of them.

"So...why dont you talk? I mean...I know you can but you never do...why? wait, dont tell me...let me guess, something dark and bad happened in your past that made you all dark and mysterious and silent...Ugh, I cant believe they made you my guardian. I know your the best and all but someone who talks would have been nice...someone who could actually be able to respond to me...heck, you dont even smile. Your like some kind of emotionless drone..."

[Dorian Vision]

"Sorry. No offense...I mean, its just...you really dont talk and thats actually more annoying than being around people who talk too much. A few simple phrases wont kill you..." She said. If Dorian hadn't trained himself to keep a calm facial figure, he would have let the corners of his mouth slide up. But otherwise, he just nodded solemnly. It was his duty to protect, not serve her little need for some of his mouth noises. Seeing her father wasn't a bad thing either, but her father was a prominant figure of the Moroi. If he got in trouble, any one or thing associated with him would go down. He suddenly felt very bad for the girl. The man was tough.

Dorian did grin a little when she spoke of it being her lucky day. He was still sour about being confronted and given a child to guard, but not having to teach the other students how to run in formation correctly was better than nothing. He noticed he was walking at a quick pace, and from her agitatd statement that not all people were trained to walk fast, he slowed to match her gait.

"Yeah, sure...So, do I like...call you Dorian or Guardian Vision? Somehow I dont think you'd respond well to me calling you Mr.Mute or General Silence..." she said. He looked over to see she was smirking, and felt slightly offended. Mr. Mute was somewhat funny. General Silence? He didn't thnk he was that much of a stickler. Instead, he answered as normally as possible.

"You can call me Dorian when not in public, and when in, I would rather you refer me as Professor Vision." He was still offened by Gneral Silence, but didnt' let it how on his face. They slowly made there way through the castle grounds until they reached the parking lot. His black images.loqu.com/contents/856/454/image/2009-11-23/51.jpg was sitting in the lot, in the exact middle of the place. He clicked the button and it beeped unlocked.

"So...why dont you talk? I mean...I know you can but you never do...why? wait, dont tell me...let me guess, something dark and bad happened in your past that made you all dark and mysterious and silent...Ugh, I cant believe they made you my guardian. I know your the best and all but someone who talks would have been nice...someone who could actually be able to respond to me...heck, you dont even smile. Your like some kind of emotionless drone..." It was a lengthy speach, but he ignored it... Untill she called him a drone. For the second time that day, Dorian was truly upset. He glared daggers at her when they appraoched the car, and just by doing that he threw her thesis of "emotionless drone" aside.

He slid into the car and waited for her to shut the door and buckle up before starting the engine. It purred to life, and he eased it out, idling at fifteen throgh the parking lot and onto the street. From there, speed limit was 55, which was exactly what he did. Cruise Control and every thing, he deviated not on inch fromt he middle of the road, and his passing techniques were impeccable. To say the least, he was a very good driver.

But, he was out of options. It was quieter in the car than he usually liked, and music would never help. She'd criticize it anyways, he thought to himself, pulling onto another street. He chose the more painful option, though, in his attempt at being a good Guardian/Mentor.

"How are you doing in your classes?" His voice was closed, unsuspecting. It was an obvious question for a teacher to ask. This, for a true fact, he heard from another teacher while in the courtyard. He didn't speak much then, but he took in as much as that Proffessor and the headmistress could give him in teaching. Either way it led to his cringing away from the kids yelling, giggling, ad screaming in the corner of his room, and then drinking himself into unconsciousness not soon after all the classes were over.

It was a difficult moment, squeezing the words out of his mouth, and they sounded somewhat strangled. If the girl took it wrongly, well... Good. She was mean to him, and he didn't appreciate it.. He didn't like her much, and for what was the be a horrible morning, he would just have to deal with it. He felt like drowning in a pool of his own blood. Speaking of blood, he had just drank some the night before, happily, as well. The lovelyness of the red liquid touching his lips ade his happy. He even talked to some of the other people in the feed room.

Ah, the lovely thought of blood pooling around his victims. No, it wasn't the feed room he was thinking on. He shoved the thought away and watched his driving.

But Dorian felt shut out. He was stuck in a school, teaching brats how to fight, without getting any action for himself. He was too restless, to angry. And, although he never thought of himself as a person with mean thoughts, sometimes they escaped. He was even caught cursing at himself ne evening in a fit of despair, having spaced and and remembered being shoved out the window of a two story building by his father.

He shuddered, and pushed his turn signal on, pulling into the lot. It was too barren in the place, and only a few cars sat in front of the resturaunt Kinova had told him of earlier. Either way, he parked as close as possible and shut the engine down, looking at Lena. He shook his head without much thought on her, only at the fact that he was being forced to eat food.

Words:1,072
Muse:OK
Music:none
Notes: ignore him lol, just ignore poor Dorian. He's not having a swell day lol btw, after they get into teh Resturaunt, I plan on bringing my happy player in. lol, Daniel and Dorian are my Oxymoron lol. He will be a lot more fun for Lena

[Lena Yakov]

Tag: Dorian | Notes: ... | Oufit: clickky

Lena half smiled as she walked along side him now, looking over at him every few seconds. She was trying to figur ehim out, he was clearly the 'strong and silent' type but did he make a good guardian for her? She wondered if he could even handle the things she did when she was granted permission to leave for the weekend. She could be quite the party girl when she wanted to be, last week saturday she had spent her night at a club, she'd gotten so drunk that she coudlnt see to get home, she ended up crashing at a friends house that lived nearby.

She saw his grin and wondered if she'd said something to make him smile, he had seen him around school a few times and had never seen him smile before and she knew it'd been her comment about being lucky. She snickered a bit "No way! I got you to crack a smile after like five minutes of knowing you. I was right, today is my lucky day...you never smile. I see you alot when your teaching those slowpoke students of yours, when you guys run laps and stuff outside the school...never have I seen you smile though that might be because all your students are well, crappy. They're slow runners, some of them cant even throw a decent punch. Im not supposed to fight but I can fight better than those losers."

Maybe it was wrong to call them loers, he'd been working hard to train them and all but she still knew that they had alot to learn "You should let me teach one of your classes for ya. Five minutes with me and they'll wish you'd come back to train 'em." She was a tough girl, she knew how to fight, she knew how to defend herself so, why did the queen feel the need to assign her a guardian? Hadnt the queen known that Lena was an amazing fighter?

"Right, Dorian. I solemnly swear to never call you Mr. Mute or General Silence. Though you gotta admint those are pretty funny. It makes you sound like some lame ass supervillain." LEna chuckled a bit but went immediately silent when she saw his car. She had her own car and to be honest she liked hers better. It had been a gift from her father. Of course she could only drive it on weekends which was perfectly fine "Thats you car? Sweet ride." she commented, eying the car before walking over and ran her finger lightly over the hood "Mine is parked over there...the uh- Lamoghini Ankonian(click)...why cant we take my car? It can go zero to sixty in like five seconds. Its the fastest Lamborghini yet..." she smiled a bit as she looked at her car "Its my pride and joy. I asked for a black one because it looked like bat-mobile."

She knew her calling him a drone might have been going too far but to be honest, she didnt care "What? Its not myself. Im only being honest...you never smile, you never laugh, you dont really look like you have much fun. You cant get mad at me for saying the truth. You are like a drone." she saw him glare at her and sighed a bit as she got in the car, shutting the door behind her. She was happy she brought her bag with her, it had all her money and credit cards plus her cell phone. She smiled a bit "After we eat, you think it'd be okay to go see a movie? Maybe go to the mall? And no I wont be using the card Kirova gave you, i'd rather choke and die that have her actually buy anything that I plan to keep longer than a day. I have my dads card and some money with me...Kirova thinks she is always so nice, she can actually be a bit of a bitch sometimes. I'd punch the old bag of bones but I'd get expelled."

She dug around her bag as she spoke and took out a flask, it was filled with a mixture of drinks. Whiskey, tequila and gin. Her three favorite drinks all in one. It tasted like battery acid but she love it. She opened the lid and took a quick swig from it before closing it and put it back in her bag "Ugh, thats freaking disgusting. The taste never gets any better. I might have put too much tequila this time around..." she muttered before falling silent, she realized she had just confessed to bringing liquor on school grounds, even more that she'd been drinking it.

The silence lingered for only a moment before he spoke and she sighed, shrugging "Fine, I guess. I mean im a good student, I do all my work, I get good grades and some teachers tell me im one of their brightest students but math sucks."

She half frowned when she saw him shudder and wondered what had happened that made him seem so...vulnerable for a split second but she thought it best not to ask, instead she looked out the window as he pulled up in front of the resturaunt. Immediately, Lena's head jerked up and she was smiling, a bright and beautiful white smile "I've been her before..." she muttered as she got out of the car, there was a small spring in her step "When I first came to the academy. I was four when my father dropped me off. Im guessing someone felt sorry for me because I remember they took me here..." she mumbled, biting her lip. Had that been why Kirova suggested this place? Maybe she knew it would make Lena smile, make her happy after hearing that her brother had turned strigoi.

She smiled again before heading off inside, leaving Dorian behind in the parking lot. He'd left her behind earlier so she felt no harm in doing so to him now.

[Dorian Vision]

BANG BANG,
he shot me down
BANG BANG
i hit the ground
BANG BANG
that awful sound
BANG BANG
my baby shot me down

"I've been her before..." She had said as she was getting out of the passenger seat of his car. He grumbled no words, just a grumble noise, and shut the engine down. But she kept talking.

"When I first came to the academy. I was four when my father dropped me off. Im guessing someone felt sorry for me because I remember they took me here..." He could understand that. Many of the people at the academy understood what it was to be left behind. He stepped out of the car and shut the door, his wrinkled black button up twisting up and revealing hard packed abs. He shoved the shirt down as quickly as possible, but he was absolutely positive she had augth a glance.

Yet the girl never shut up. The whole time they had been together, which wasn't more than thirty minutes, she had been yapping on about something. He almost wished he was with his class. Almost. Instead, he was with the girl, watching her stroll into the restuaraunt. He had been there as well, and he wasn't much of a food person, but it was sound, clean place and he accepted that this must have been some sort of punishment. With slow, deliberate steps, he walked through the front doors and found a table for them to sit at, a very large table so he could sit as far from her as possible without seeming rude.

But in the last thirty minutes of knowing her, he figured she would do exactly what he didn't want her to. She had said somewht about going to a movie, but he didn't know about that. A dark room with a bunch of other people watching a loud movie on a big screen. He could the same thing on his sixty-two inch plasma. Oh how he wanted to go home. His eyes were on the waitress who was slowly making her way to them. She was a dour young lady, and she chewed rapidly on her gum, as if she had nothign better to do.

He turned back to his menu, staring idly until he chose to get an egg. He was looking more forward to the blood he was going to savage later that evening and didn't want to waist his appetite. As she walked up the edge of the table, she seemed to catch a look at Dorian, her eyes widening and her teeth gnashing on the gum even faster, a hge smile crossing her face. She had a rather large nose and a peculiarly placed mole on her cheek. It was ugly and brown, with hairs popping out of it. She seemed to think she was sexy, and was totally ignoring the fact that they were both , in-themselves, vampires.

Eye eyes lightened as she said, "What can I get ya' ta' drank?" Oh how he wanted to shudder at her improper grammar. He tried to think of himself as a mature, good person, but obviously his thoughts strayed more to the mean side. Maybe it was a good thing he didn't talk too much, he would probably voice everything he thought about. He chocked out "Water, please, for both of us." She nodded, walking away. He didn't care that he had ordered for her, he just wanted to get the woman away from him.

In the whole thing, though, he had turned to panic. His face turned redder and redder through the whole ordeal, he had held his breath for most of the time, and he had slunk into his chair. He hadn't realized he had done this, excpet when he let his breath go he felt a large relief, and he sat back up in his chair. Maybe that was why she ignored the vampire of them, he looked so pathetic as he shrank away from her. He shook his head, staring ahead of him at a familiar figure. He couldn't place the dark haired man, and chose to ignore it. If he couldn't place him immediately in his mind, then there was no reason to even try to see who it really was.

He leaned over the table in sort of a fetal position. Oh, how pathetic he was, cowering away from an ugly waitress. He shook his head again, wondering how he could ever possibly be the best as a guardian. He was so afraid, and he couldn't ever really hurt any one. But a cloudy mist set over his mind as he sat, a calming, relaxing sort of mist that could only come with one... Goddess.

"Nyx!" He whispered loudly, bowing his head. H ecould feel her radiant smile, his whole body tensing, but then relaxing. Why was she smiling upon him. He closed him eyes ina grimace, not quite sure what to do. And then the mist was lifted, the smile gone, and the pressure relieved. He looked over at Lena, sweat beading on his forhead, and wondered what she was thinking.

And all he could say was, "I'm sorry."


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Muse: really, really no muse
Music: Bang Bang remix
Notes:Poor Dory, he's so vulnerable

[Lena Yakov]

He grumbled...again. It seemed all he did was grumble or find someway to let her know he was annoyed with her and the way she acted. She knew what he thought about her, knew what he would say if he ever said anything at all. She was nothing more than a rich, spoiled, conceited and selfabsorbed little girl. she was irresponsible and lacked any form of discipline and yes, most of that would be true but she was the only one that got to think of herself that way, she was the only person that got to talk about herself in a way that would make any other person cry. Though it had been years since she cried, she knew it wouldnt be too hard. A simple mention of family might very well do the trick. She had no family, no one that could be there all the time. Maybe talk about your mother or your siblings. That was sure to do the trick. Yes, she tried to act tough. She tried very hard to seem strong and unphased by what people said or thought but no matter how tough she was, no matter how strong she tried to be she would always be vulnerable, weak and nothing more than a scared little child who so desperately wanted their daddy.

She looked up, staring daggers at him. Her eyes seemed to be pained, like she was struggling against herself and in a way she was. She was torn between hating her brother or worrying about him. Strigoi or not, he was her brother. She loved him dearly even after everything that happened. She still saw him as Elijah, her older brother who once said he would battle bullies for her. Sure, they had their moments when all they did was fight but he was her brother, it was normal to fight with your brother, right? "Okay, seriously...if you dont like me, say so. I have no damn problem going and asking for a change of guardians. Im sure someone wouldnt mind. So, if you want to be my guardian then fine by me but if you dont just say the fucking word and i'll grab a damn cab back to the academy. They might think I need someone to protect but I can take care of myself..."

She snapped, her eyes angry and her fists clenched tight. She didnt realize how tight she held her fists but they were starting to hurt, her knuckles whitened around the bones but she couldnt be bothered to care. He clearly didnt like her and had little tono respect for her whatsoever. He was in the room with her, hadnt he seen what had happened? Hadnt he heard what was being said? Her brother was a strigoi. Her family, however damaged it was, was now totally and udderly destroyed. It would never be the same. Elijah was stronger, faster, he had better senses...it would be near impossible for her father to do anything about him now.

She hated this, she hated feeling like this, her heart felt shattered. It was painful for her to admit that she was hurting, that she was terrified, that she was worried not only for her father but for her brother. Was she wrong to care about someone who willingly gave himself over to the dark side? Was it so awful to still care for a man that murdered your mother and vowed to do the same to your father and then to you? The answer was simple, yes. Of course it was wrong. But she couldnt keep herself from wanting to help her brother. What had been so awful that he had to ruin his family?

Maybe this was more than she could handle because for a moment she felt her eyes grow wet with tears. The very tears she'd been trying so hard to hold in. She sighed a bit, not bothering to look up and instead she dug her hands into her bag Seriously if I hang with him any longer im gonna need something stronger she thought to herself. She might not have been an alcoholic but in certain situations she couldnt help but drink. Sometimes it was more than she was supposed to but then that rarely happens. More times than not it was when she felt unsure of something in her life, she wasnt very good with change...or stupid, judgemental idiots like Dorian who annoyed the shit out of her and did absolutely nothing except sit like a baby and waste his life away. It made her sick. He was a good looking dude, he should be out and about not locked away in his room.

With an angry huff she took the flask out, taking a few sips of her drink before setting the flask bag in the bag, the liquid was dark in color and consisted of three different liquors, none of which she liked but she took whatever she ould get her hands on. Drinking wasnt allowed on campus nor was alcohol but if you were lucky enough to sneak it in the school then you'd probably be the most popular idiot ever. It only ever took one good party for everyone to talk about you. Throw one good party and you were like royalty and as for Lena well, she was queen of parties. There wasnt a single party that went on she didnt know about.
She half coughed as the liquid ran down her throat, burning slightly but it was a welcoming feeling "Okay, you win...starting right now I will be as quiet as you are...Seriously. Dont even try talking to me...I'd rather die than spend another minute stuck with you...you've already made it clear you dont like me." she wouldnt admit to it but it hurt her that he was so quick to judge. What hurt even more was that he was picking today of all days, the day he became her guardian to be judgey and smewhat rude to her. The girl just found out her brother turned strigoi and was out to kill her father. She was worried, scared...she didnt want to lose her father the same way she lost her mother.

She'd never admit to these feelings though, not to Dorian. He wouldnt say anything anyway, no comforting words to make her feel better, no 'it will be okay' to help ease her pain...he would sit there and say nothing, do nothing. Just like he always did and always would do. How pathetic he was in thinking that just because she acted the way she did, that it made her spoiled. How wrong he was to think that she had no emotion, that she was nothing more than a teenage girl who cared only for herself.

She watched him as he found a table and groaned in anger, she didnt want to be so close to the other customers that were walking in. People had ways of annoying her even when they werent talking to her. She hated talking to people, hated looking at them. Especially the happy lovey dovey kind of people. It didnt seem fair that everyone she saw always seemed so happy, so full of joy while she was suffering, in a constant pain. It was one of the resons she tried so hard not to make many friends, she'd only ever had a small group of friends and even then she never truly trusted them, she didnt love them. She wondered if maybe she was damaged or broken though she was fairly certain she was fine just the way she was, she always felt incomplete you dont have a mom, Lena. Of course your not complete. she thought cruely to herself before sitting as far away from him as possible.

The last thing she wanted was to sit next to him. Heck, she didnt want anything to do with him. She had expected guardians to be tough but she never once expected a guardian to think so lowly of a moroi, let alone a high ranking moroi that he would go so far as to not even say a single word to her.

Whatever, it didnt matter. Nothing he thought or said mattered. She planned to go to Kirova and request that he be dismissed as her guardian and that she be given one that would actually be able to have a conversation without looking like he was going to drop dead at any moment. He always looked so tense, like he had the world on his shoulders.

'What can I get ya ta drink?'

She looked up at hearing someone speaking and nearly choked when she saw the womans face. She looked horrible and her grammer was even worse than her face. All in all, she was some fugly ass idiot who thought she was hot shit but in actuality she just looked like shit "I know what you can get yourself and honey it aint water.." Lena spoke, her true bitchy nature coming out right then and there. she was frustrated and angry, he eyes were dark. She looked ready to kill and if this girl didnt want to be first on her list, she'd gladly punch Dorian around a bit "Some make-up, mole removal and this thing called grammer school. Get your fugly ass away from the table, your making me lose my appetite." she snarled before Dorian got the chance to say much of anything. It was only a few seconds later that Dorian asked for two glasses of water.

If he knew her at all, he would know she didnt drink water. she never touched the stuff. To be honest, if it couldnt get her drunk or help numb whatever emotion she was feeling at the time, she never touched it. Milk, soda, coffee, water. It was rare to see her drinking any one of them "You didnt have to order for me. I can do that myself." she spoke in a defensive tone, crossing her arms over her chest and slouched down in her chair. She kept her face low, fearing that she would cry again. It wouldnt be good if she burst into tears in the middle of the resturaunt though it would prove to him that she didnt care only for herself, she didnt want to create a scene.

The woman walked away shortly after Dorian asked for water and Lena shot a glare at her, shuddering a bit. People like that weirded her out. It reminded her of the horror movies when a girl and her boyfriend went to a gas station and a weird looking man with bad grammer would greet them only to later kill them. She made a disgusted face for a moment before turning her attention to Dorian who looked worse off than she did "Relax. Miss Fugly is gone. You can chill." she told him, wondering if that was all hat was bothering him.

Like her, he seemed to be hiding something. Like her, he had his secrets but no matter how many secrets she had, she never looked like he did. He looked sick, his face was red and he was sweating.
She straightened up in her seat, leaning over a bit to look at him. To be honest, she was worried. Scared that something was wrong. She wanted to ask if he was okay but something told her even if he wasnt, he wouldnt tell her. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying hard to think of something that might help him but before she could think of something, he'd already come to and he was apologizing. What washe sorry for? For worrying her?

Lena offered a small but hopefully friendly smile, looking at him and shook her head lightly "You dont have to apologize." she spoke quickly, trying as hard as she could to be nice. He looked sick still and the last thing she wanted was a sick mute for a guardian "I...are you okay? Your kinda starting to worry me a bit...i-if your not feeling well or something we can go back to the academy or maybe go for a walk in the park...go swimming. There are alot of things we can do that dont involve ugly ass waitresses." she half smiled, trying to be nice "And im sorry too...I guess I wasnt the nicest person in the world. I mean, saying I was stuck with you wasnt exactly kind or anything. But it'd be nice if you could actually say something for a change. Seriously, whatever it is just say it. I wont judge or get mad...I promise."

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[Dorian Vision]

Dorian almost felt bad for the girl. It was common knowledge among the guardians as to who her brother was. Not only was her will to sacrfice himself to the Strigoi Leader, but he had also been her mother's murderer. He could see the family resemblance. Anger seemed to be part of her routine. Dorian, for the life of him, couldn't understand why she couldn't let his speech alone. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing if he wasn't talking to a person, it just meant that he was thinking rather than truly sharing his thoughts.

Dorian seemed to relax as the waitress walked away, a grimace on her face. A small part of him hoped she wouldn't cry, but the bitter, scared version of his inner self hoped she would call for another person to wait on them. Indeed, the latter was what happened. A young man appeared around the corner and silently handed them their drinks. Dorian nodded to them, ignoring her comment about being able to order by herself. Obviously she was capable of that, with the words running from her mouth like vomit. He took the water gratefully,taking three large gulps.

"You dont have to apologize." she said ti quickly, and he almost didn't understand it at first. No your not, he thought, else you would have said it slower. He just shook his head, drinking more of the water. He had completely lost his appetite. He thought about what the girl had said of the waitress, and the words she had said too her. It was so cruel, he was nearly sure that he would have rather been teaching his class. He leaned forward after the whole thing. Rage was wreaking havoc in his system, and he growled low enough that only she could hear.

"Do you have any respect," he ssaid," for anyone else?" He stood, walking up to the lady whom she had just insulted so carelessly, and in a voice he knw she could hear, "I am sorry for the behavior of my... cousin." He paid and tipped her a hundred from his own account, walking back to the table, "I understand that you think you can ake care of yourself, but pull your head out of your ass. I am protecting you from the Strigoi because you are not capable of handling your power, even your mouth." He was disgusted.

He ran a hand through his hari, wiping it out of his face, "Come with me." He would drag her out if he had to.

When they stood outside the resturaunt, he let a complete torrent wash over her, "You have no I dea what is going on right now, do you? I can see in your eyes how capable you seem to think you are, but there are bigger things happening. Your brother, he's not the only fucking person giving himself over to the Strigoi! They have a new leader now, one who can think. If you think you able to withstand ten Strigoi atacking at once, you are deluding yourself. If I wasn't here, you would be just another pathetic Noble Moroi waiting for one of the FUCKING things to get you."

He stood back from her, completely immune to anything she would have to say next. He was angry. Oh, he hadn't been so angry in his life, but here she was, calling some poor woman a fugly bitch right to her face. That hadnt veen been why he was so incapable of doing somthing. In all of Dorian's life no one had so royally pissed him off as this little girl had so cleverly done.

"In the car. We are going back." He said it quietly, it was time to anyways. Apperently the as a guardian you had to live with the person, and he wanted a chance to be alone before he lives permanently with his own personal antichrist. Unfortunately, once bound, there was no way out.

Words: a pathetix 700
muse: sucky
notes: Sorry it took so long and its so bad. But hey, she got him to talk lol

[Lena Yakov]

Anger was just one of few traits Lena had inherited from her family. Her mother was never an angry person.Her mother was kind and fun and gentle and caring. Though Lena remembered very little of her mother she remembered the good things...her mothers favorite flower, favorite color...all the things that lena had in common with her mom. They both loved Yellow roses and white tulips. Their favorite color was red. She tried so hard to model herself after her mother. wanted to be just like her mother whom she missed so much.

Still despite her want and need to be like her mother, Lena could never mask or hide her anger. She was angry at everything. At her brother for ruining her family, at her father for leaving her at such a young age, at her mother for dying before she got the chance to really know her and more importantly she was angry at herself. She hated herself though she channeled her anger and hate toward others rather than talk about what was bothering her.
Why did her mother have to die? Why did her brother kill her? Why did her brother willingly become a strigoi? Why did her father leaver her? Why was so much bad happening to her? Im cursed, thats why... she thought to herself, biting her lip as she watched the waitress walk away. She half hoped the girl would cry, it would mean she made someone feel just as bad she she did which in turn would make her feel better.

Their water was brought by a man this time and Lena half smiled, looking at the waiter with a flirtacious gaze in her eyes "Thank you..." she spoke kindly, her voice much softer, warmer. There was a hint of kindness in her voice now but sadness was mixed in though somewhat masked "Um, could I get a shortstack with strawberry syrup to go please?" she asked, again her voice was kind, all signs of her ever being rude was gone.

The waiter nodded and when he saw Dorian wasnt going to order anything, he walked away.

"Respect? Let me think about that. No I dont have respect for anyone...especially myself." Maybe that last bit was too much, she'd let go of just one of her secrets. She didnt care much for herself, as far as she was concerned she wasnt much of anything "Why would I have respect for other people when I dont even respect myself? Hell, half the time I dont even care about myself..." again she said too much but he wouldnt be listening anyway, he was far too mad to listen to her and if he was listening, he'd more likely than not send her to see the schools psychologist. That oughta be loads of fun. She can sit down and talk about her feelings...it was every girls fantasy.

He told her to come with him and she sighed, quickly getting to her feet and followed him outside "Im gonna get a lecture, right? This is where you get all mad and talk about how careless and helpless I am...i've heard it before."

He spoke again and she rolled her eyes, leaning casually against the door as she took her flask back out from her back. Her face was pained, eyes hurt. Shakily she opened the flask up and drank whatever was left in the small cantene which was just enough to get her buzzed "I dont care about anyone else stupidly giving themselves over to the strigoi. ELIJAH WAS MY BROTHER! HE'S MY FAMILY!" she didnt mean to be so loud but she had managed to get the attention of a few passersby. Some looked concerned and others looked with sorrow as Lena started crying.

With her face streaked with tears and her mscara running, eyes slightly reddened, she rushed to wipe her eyes on the back of her hand. She was pathetic. He was right, only someone as pathetic as her would cry like this "To hell with their leader...im not interested in their leader, I dont give a flying fuck about the new leader..."

She turned her back on him, staring at the glass window of the resturaunt "Would it really be that bad if they got to me?...my family is already gone...my mom is dead, my brother is out to kill me, I only see my dad one day out of the week...what kind of life is that? Your wasting your time protecting me because I dont want to be protected..." at this point, her fist balled up. She just wanted to hit something, someone.

When he said for her to get back in the car, she shook her head "I wanna stay a little longer...if I go back to the academy crying like a aby they'll think i've gone soft...I have a reputation as a bad ass to protect." she half sobbed, finally managing to keep the remaining tears in "Its funny, I never cry...I cried at my moms funeral but after that, I never cried...I um- I kinda promised myself that I would never cry because I would never let anything or anyone hurt me like that again and then I hear that my brother..."she trailed off for a moment "T-that my brothers become a strigoi...it sucks. I hate it. I hate him, I hate my dad...im mad all the time. I-im mad at my brother, at my dad, at myself...im mad at my mom...She was nice, she was beautiful and kind and gentle, she was an amazing person, she was perfect and she died. Thats not fair. Im the screw up, im the bitch, the cruel one...im the one that should be dead, not her!"

[Dorian Vision]

He knew why they chose him. He knew why she needed a guardian so badly. He watched the girl converge through multiple emotions, anger, hate, fear, anxiety. They all flashed before him. Vulnerable was written in black sharpie across her forehead. His lips pursed into a frown. Fragile.

"I dont care about anyone else stupidly giving themselves over to the strigoi. ELIJAH WAS MY BROTHER! HE'S MY FAMILY!"

Dorian was listening. He watched her facial expression, body movements becoming abrupt and shaky. He watched her eyes begin to water, talk of respect spilling through her lips. He made a face. He knew that feeling. He knew how it felt to be a pawn, life no one was there for you. He knew the pain of watching your family disappear right from under your nose. He never had much, but he knew what loss was. He would have been a father... Once, but no longer. Family. He knew the word, but was past comprehension. Family seemed so important to her.

He let her finish. Sometimes yelling heals, so does crying, another human, touch, anything. He crossed his arms as she ranted, his thoughts quiet for once. His eyebrows creased as he was humbled. He didn't know what to do. Is this how his counselors had felt? How is girlfriend felt? For the first time, he was glad for the death of his unborn child. To never feel this horror and confusion the better.

He stepped forward at her request to stay longer. Tears were falling down her cheeks rapidly, her emotions seemed to be large and insane. He held his hand up and wiped away the tears from her cheeks, resting his hand on her shoulder, "Let's go for a walk. There's a theater a couple miles down." When they were headed towards the theater, he began to think of what he would say. His arms were still crossed, but he was glancing at her every few steps or so.

"When I was seventeen," he said, pausing for a moment to form his sentence more clearly, "When I was seventeen I got a girl pregnant. I mean... My father was beating me and his girlfriends, I was taking horrible drugs and drinking and fighting. The only things that mattered to me were my girlfriend and my classes."

Surprising as it may be," he crossed his arms tighter around his chest, he didn't give off this information easily, "I used to have friends. The drugs gave me confidence, she gave me... Life." He sighed, he didn't know why he was sharing this with her. What would it mean to her that he had gotten someone pregnant? He blinked hard, he would finish this. "I got her pregnant. Her dad found out and beat her near to death, and then dumped her in the streets. I didn't find out until three days later that not only had I lost my child, but I had also lost the love of my life. My anchor. I still don't know where she is buried." He made a face. Memories are hard to face sometimes.

"I just... I know why they want me as your guardian. Because as little respect as you have for yourself and others, I guess... I just want you to know that I've been there. I've been in those dark places, like a well where all you can see is the daylight, but no real chance of escaping." He stopped and put a hand on her shoulder again, "It's not a well, though. It's a tunnel. And every day you think better of yourself and open up, the brighter that light becomes, and the less fragile you are."

He let go of her and moved off again. The theater was in sight. He had let go too much information earlier about the Strigoi leader. He had seen the video of him changing the guardian. He watched him tear into that girl's throat as if her loved her. It made him so angry to see what was at stake, and then there were the Moroi, so vulnerable in their young age, so seeking to be more powerful. The understanding washing over him was almost unbearable, his long dead feelings towards anything like that suddenly breaking loose. And from what? A rich teenage girl with family problems?

No. A girl who was watching her world tumble from beneath her feet. He knew the feeling.

"You're not alone any more."