A boy walked in to the graveyard, he looked right at home amoungst the tombstones, he climbed into a tree then jumped onto a(whatever these tomb things are) and sat down on the roof. The boys name, was Myde sables, with his shaggy brunette hair and striking blue eyes, he mimiced that of a gargoyle on a churchyards tower. He stared down, gazing at the presence of anyother person, like the beasts he was able to transform into.

A girl walked in with flowers, tears rolling down her face but blending in with the rain

Myde cocked his head to the side, the rain heavyset and hiding him. 'A girl? Hm...guess she's here for a personal reason' he thought then leapt down, dropping on the emerald colored grass, then walked towards her slowly, his white button up and black jean already wet with rain water.

She was in a floral dress her long curly dark brown hair clinging to her back from the water.... She bent down and placed the flowers on the grave of her older brother...

He stopped and leaned against the tombstone. "Good afternoon" he said calmly. He was perfect at the moment, hiding his emotions and his beasts primitive side.

She jumped turning around hands glowing green on instinct... "Who are you?" She asked in a shakey breathe

"Myde sables, Witch" he said shifting a little, his hands grew claws for a second. "Dont try it, I'm faster than your words"

She glared at him "pleasure of meeting your aquantence myde" she said with sarcasm "Juliana Kelly at your service" she mocked curtsied

He raised a brow. "Look, if you got a problem sith me already judt say it, without being a flat out sarcastic bitch" he said these words so nonchalantly it was odd how he could be DPD and bipolar.

She sighed... "Sorry..." She whispered sitting in the wet grass hugging her knees, forgetting she was in a dress... "It's just... Nevermind, you probably don't want to hear about my problems"

"No no it's my fault,you can tell me if your comfortable" he said sitting in front of her

"I came to bring flowers to my older brother... He was the last of the people in my family that loved me for me, not what they want me to be, saying I'm a freak of nature and on and on... No one understands how i feel since I was left outside my adoptive parents home when i was a baby, I dont know who my real family is, or even if they are alive, I was raised like a regular mortal but had witchcraft classes with my mom after school everyday... My father never liked magic or our world, he was just a mortal after all..."

"Hm...I see,I had a family, but they got sick of me so I was taken to a boarding school...I had to deal with everybodys crap...but the beast I can change into dealt with them...I hurt them, scarred their minds too...but the blood...all the blood, on my skin, in my mouth....it was horrible"

She leaned foreward and gently pulled some of his wet hair out of his face showing his startling blue eyes... They where gorgeous... "But you're better now right?" She whispered

"Depends on my mood...the animal is hard to handle sometimes" he gazed into her eyes, blinking slowly.

Her eyes were a shade of her own green, but sometimes theh were multicolored when she performs spells. "Same with me" she whispered. "When I get upset, i hex people without realizing it" she added "but if you're on my good side, I won't hurt you" she added softly. She glanced down at his lips then back up at him "you wouldn't hurt me, would you?" She asked softly

'Not with my fangs and claws' he thought then nodded. "I'd never hurt your body, I wouldn't dare touch a hair on your head"

She smiled gently then she looked down and noticed some nourish blackish marks showing on her arm... Damn she forgot!!! She started to panic "ummm... I got to go" she said scrambling to get up from the wet grass covering the marks on her arm with her hand instinctively

He got up and shifted around so he was in front of her. "What's wrong? A second ago you were totally fine"

She could start to feel that her muscles were getting sore... The spell was wearing out and more blueish blackish marks were showing on her skin. By now myde could probably see the marks on her neck that looked like fingers . Small tears were rolling down her cheeks and then her knees gave out.

His arms flashed forward and càught her with ease. "Bruises...abused or self made...." he trailed off and dragged her to a little shack...okay its a cave but it was all he had since he ran away from the manison.

"Abuse" she choked out quietly crying into his shirt "y-you cant tell anyone!" She whispered pleadingly "please" she barely whispered

"Fine...nobody will know" he said putting her down. He put his hands on the cool floor and then lit a match before creating a warm fire. "There we go, get warm"

She curled up her knees to her chest as she sat close to the fire, but she sneezed a couple times and shivered hereand there

He sat by her. "Single?" He asked quietly