Personality:
Devil-may-care would be the way most people describe him, he's always grinning for one reason or another. He almost never ties himself down by dating, partially because he never wants to develop a close relationship with someone he might eventually have to kill. The life of the bachelor suites him fine, though.

Biography:
He was a very troubled youth in his early teens. His personality bordered on recluse at school, and at home he took it out on his parents. Leon was kicked out of his parent's house at 15 because he got caught sneaking back into his house after a night of hard partying.....for the 7th time in a row. His parents decided they'd rather be rid of him, so he stayed in an apartment for a while before he located a lunchbox of a house that suited him. After he turned 16 that summer, he came back with a different attitude. Suddenly, he was 'that cool kid', and everyone tried to be friends with him. turns out his new personality also came with a striking set of morals, and he turned into that one kid who gets good grades, goes to parties, and always looks good doing it. His friends (New and old) thought it was because the experience of being kicked out and fending for himself had changed him. It had, but that wasn't the main point. the main point was that, on the eve of his 16th birthday, a man appeared at his house, offering employment. Leon figured 'why not?' and let the man in. That man turned out to be The Shadow.

Now he is 17 and starting a new school year. He has killed a grand total of 46 women and girls, some of whom were former sweethearts. He has made it clear to the shadow that he is valuable.

Personality/Info Needed:
Natural Flirt, sorta shy, when shes drunk she can be the life of the party. She often reads and is a book worma and is very intelligent. She was voted 'Best Face' and 'Best Smile' for Junior year and was renomminated for it again for her senior year.

Bio:
Arabella's parents are always working leaving Arabella home alone seeing as though she is an only child. It wasnt until her mother died that she really got to know her father more. She then had to do everything on her own, seeing as her father had to work even more. He was payed well enough to have a maid and house keeper. Arabella somehow knew the Maid and House Keeper better than her own father. The maid became one of her good friends and the House Keeper became her second mother. Looking after and giving her ... well motherly advice.
When Arabella was 16 she was voted Homecoming court but she declined and didnt even go to Homecoming. She often refuses to go to parties and has amazing grades.
When Arabella DOES go to parties she has an amazing time and it seems people are just drawn to talk to her. Either its her face or her persona something about her screams charming and sweet. But not all of her is sweet and good...

The Angel of Death.....


She was trying to seduce him. He grinned, his teeth gleaming in the pale light of the moon, his eyes sparkling in anticipation. This was entertaining. He walked over to her, and she seductively stroked the silken sheets beside her. He fell onto one knee, and she practically threw herself onto him, kissing him in every way imaginable. He smiled, and the laugh started to build within him, emanating as a dark sound, full of cruelty and malice. She pulled herself away, still scared, and pushed him away, trying to scream, but of course the terror stopped her from making the feeble noise. He smiled, shaking his head, then leaned in and wrapped a hand around the back of her head, holding her hair to swiftly immobilize her. He leaned in and whispered two words, into her ear.

"Goodbye, Diana."

Then he moved with frightening speed, the blade in his hand whipping through the air to carefully slit her throat. She fell limp in his hand, and he laid her back into her bed, smoothing the sheets over her so that she might appear to be sleeping. They would know when she didn't awake, though......

"Mr. Marchello?" The Science teacher inquired, and Leon snapped back to reality, "Yes Mr Gordon?" He listened as the teacher asked him to repeat the short lecture on the properties of Paladium he had just given, then repeated said lecture with a warm but crisp tone. Mr. Gordon evidently did not expect him to be listening, and was surprised that he was able to do so. He turned back to his projection screen with a few mutterings, and the other students looked over at Leon and smiled. He winked at them, then turned to the clock, waiting for the hand to be....almost.....there......finally.

*RING*

The bell shrieked through the air, and Leon was out before the second tone sounded. He stashed his books in his locker, only holding on to the laptop secured in the canvas bag across his left shoulder. The bag bounced against his right hip as he walked through the halls, out to the parking lot. Suddenly a girl stepped out from behind a red convertible sports car and stood in his way, smirking. He stopped suddenly, and grinned back at her, "Hello, Claricia." She smiled, walking up to him and punching him lightly in the shoulder, "Leon. So, you gonna be at Kaitlin's party tonight?" He touched to fingers to his brow, palm in, using his unique form of saluting, and smiled, "Wouldn't miss it for the world. I'll see you there at 5 then?" She smiled and jumped over the door into the convertible's passenger seat, " Or we could just go back to your place and....you know....chill for a bit." She smiled seductively, patting the seat beside her. He grinned and got in.
.....is the Life of the Party.
1. Life is a box of chocolates....

Arabella sat in the back corner of the classroom not paying any attention at all to the lecture Mr. Gordon was giving. Just that the clock right by the door of the room was about to turn to 3. She was completely blank in the mind and all she could think was how she wanted to get in her car, drive to the library, pick up the book she has been on the holding list for since about a month previous.

Finally the bell rung and she was pretty much the first one out the door, considering she was in the back corner of the classroom you could tell she couldn’t wait for that day to end. Practically running down the hallway she had her eyes set on the door at the end of the hallway releasing her into freedom. It was the exact reason she didn’t notice when Sean, the schools football quarterback, senior, super hot, sex icon (for the school that is) stepped in front of her to get her attention. She bumped into him and blushing a deep red he said to her “hey, what’s the rush babe?”

Still feeling the warmth in her face she replied “Oh uh, no reason. Just want to get the hell out of here. That’s all.” Trying to play it down, so he didn’t think she was a freak running to the library.

Sean smiled his famous smile and said “Well I know how you can get away from here and have a good time.” Winking he continued “How about you come to that party with me tonight.”

Arabella blinked incredulously and replied “Oh uh, sure why not.” There go my plans for reading my book…

Sean grinned and said “Well Ill pick you up at your place at 5.” He winked one last time and turned to walk away (sporting his awesome football jacket if I may add), then he turned and said to her “Oh and wear somethin’ sexy babe.” He then turned once more and exited through the door leading out to the student parking lot.

Sighing, Arabella walked down the rest of the hallway and out to the parking lot finding her black Jeep. One of those cars that don’t really have doors just a plastic covering with a zipper, but in her case she had a lock on the zipper that had its own key just to make sure some dumbass doesn’t try and steal her car.

Unlocking the zipper and hopping in she dropped her bag down on the passenger seat with another deep sigh. Sticking her car keys in the ignition and zipping the cover back down she backed out and drove to the library to pick up her book.

...You never know whatcha gonna get
1. The Angel of Death.....


Later, around 5-ish...

Leon sighed as he glanced in the mirror again. Claricia was waiting downstairs, having already preened herself up. Now he had to decide how to go. He decided on a dark blue, almost black, striped shirt, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows. A black fedora sat on his head, and black jeans hugged his hips. He sighed one last time, then turned and walked down the stairs. Claricia smiled as he came into view, "Hey Cutie, ready to go?" He smiled, "Yeah sure, just lemme get my shoes on!" He laughed, pulling a pair of black riding boots on, grabbing his keys.

As they walked out to his car, she slipped her fingers into his, a sure sign, to him, that she expected this to go somewhere. What the hell, might as well. As he pulled away and got into the driver's seat, she slipped into the seat next to him. He pulled his seat belt on, then started the car and pulled away, not waiting for her.

They got to the party at around 5:20-ish; Kaitlin lived on the other side of town, so it took them a while, plus Claricia made driving fast impossible. She was all over him, and it was all he could do not to run them into a tree. As it was, they made decent time, and pulled in across the street from the huge house. He whistled as he got out, walking around the front to begin his trek up the steps to the front door. He turned around, but Claricia had spotted one of her friends and, with barely a word of goodbye, sped off to hook up with the latest gossip.

He shook his head, turning and plunging into the maelstrom. So many people here....there would be few, if any , who didn't know him. He made his way over to the DJ, who hailed him and stepped aside, offering up the headset. Leon smiled, taking it and slipping it onto his head.

"Alright people, two things. One, I'm here, so Hi. Two, lets put the beat back into this music." He saluted the cheering crowd before jacking the sound systems into his iPod, bringing his music to bear.
.....is the Life of the Party.
1. Life is like a box of chocolates....

Arabella rolled over on her bed glancing quickly at her alarm clock on the bed stand. She groaned as she saw 4:29. She shut a book mark in her book and put it on the nightstand as she stood up and walked across her room to the bathroom connecting off the room. She jumped in the shower still in a slight daze.
After getting out she threw some gel into the back and sides of her hair leaving her bangs out so she could do something with it later. She then got dressed in, of course her bare essentials, an orange sweater than hung off her shoulders as well as a black striped tank top underneath, and so Sean wouldn’t complain she wore some tight short shorts with a belt and she slipped on her favorite Moccasins. Spiriting some perfume onto herself and putting some makeup on as well as straightening the hair that she didn’t gel, trying to tame it a bit.
With one final look into the mirror she trudged out of her bedroom, down the hall, down the flight of stairs and into her front living room. Arabella wasn’t rich, but she wasn’t poor. She was in-between lower high class and upper middle class. She barely ever saw her dad, and she knew her house keeper Maria and her maid Santana better than her own father, if that tells you anything.
Sighing she sat down on the chaise, one of those things that isn’t big enough for a couch but to big for a love seat and doesn’t have an armrest on one side. She then glanced at the clock on the wall of the room and she noticed it was about 10 minutes to 5 o’clock. A few moments later there was a knock at the door and a door bell ring. Soon enough Maria was at the door answering it. Maria then backed up and glanced at Arabella as she said “Come on in.”
Sean then walked out from the door way and into the parlor area. Standing up now Arabella smiled to Sean as Maria scuttled away. Sean then said to her “Hey babe, ready to jet?”
Arabella simply nodded and followed him out to his car, which was only a two-seated convertible. As she hopped in Sean did as well with a huge grin on his face. “Oh yeah and nice shorts your ass looks fine in them.” He winked and revved the engine and almost sped the whole way to the party. When they were finally there he put up the hood with one of those super expensive one button does it all kind of things. Arabella sat there quietly and Sean turned off his car not making one motion to exit.
He then leaned over and kissed her deeply. Arabella was completely taken aback. She was curious why this really cute guy, whom she didn’t know much about, was so into her! As he parted from her she then sat quietly for another moment and finally said “Can I ask why all of a sudden your so into me?”
Sean blinked and said “Uh do you look in the mirror? Or look around you? You’re hot, popular, even if you don’t talk much, smart, and you were voted best ass and face on MySpace Yearbook.”
This time it was Arabella’s turn to be taken aback. There was a thing called ‘MySpace Yearbook? And she had a nice ass?!’
Sean broke the silence by getting out walking around and getting the door for her. As she got out she walked with him to the entrance where almost immediately he went off with some other people. “Great…” She muttered to herself as she made her way through the crowd to find someone she knew until she made it over to where the DJ was playing. Almost immediately she recognized him from a few of her classes, and a couple dropped pencils that desperately needing picked up. He was really cute that is.
Arabella jumped when one of her friends from Environmental Club grabbed her arm and made her dance with her. ‘Jenny or Jenna,’ Arabella couldn’t remember what her name was but she danced with her anyways, well her and a few other girls that is. She hated this kind of dance, the grinding and all this smuttiness that is. She wished it was like it was back in the 60’s and 70’s where was all partner dancing and awesome. But this? This was just gross. But Arabella did it just to fit in and not be the odd ball in the group. And hey, she was really good, or so she’s been told.
...you never know what your going to get


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1. The Angel of Death.....


He noticed her almost as soon as she walked in, almost arm in arm with that muscle-head Sean. Everyone noticed as she walked by, the guys more so than the girls, but she seemed to shy away from all of it for a few minutes, until she got called into a bump-and-grind session with her 'friends' in the middle of the dance floor. She laughed and smiled then, but her eyes weren't into it. He didn't realize he was staring at her until they made eye contact. His breath caught, then he looked away and busied himself with finding a song that no one could grind to.

He settled on Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne, laughing at himself as he took the headset off and set the music to shuffle. It was a good song, but it was one that 'popular' guys shouldn't listen to; a chick song. He walked over to the mixing station, pouring himself a shot of rum and downing it. He didn't like to drink much alcohol, after all he was the only one who'd drive him home, but he'd have some every once in a while. He filled a normal-sized cup with coke and started to walk back to the music station. Fate didn't let that happen, however, and someone's foot arrested his forward momentum, causing him to sprawl to the floor and splash coke on some 'lucky' bystander.
.....is the Life of the Party.
1. Life is like a box of chocolates...

As the DJ ended the song the group she was sucked into, to so called 'dance' dispersed to get something to drink. She couldn't figure out why until she started to hear again, it was Avril Lavine. 'Girlfriend' to be exact, not the best grinding song she guessed to herself. But she was truly glad he changed it, she hated that kind of dancing.
Arabella turned around and looked at who was standing right behind her, Sean and that cute DJ boy who she didn't know his name sprawled onto the floor. She stepped around Sean to his side, her sweater now almost down her arms a bit. So she lifted one side up to her shoulder looking at what was going on. It looked like some sort of brown pop was spilled on Sean's foot ball jacket. Does this boy ever take that thing off?She thought to herself.
All she could think about was that she had to save the guys life before Sean beat him into a pulp. So she immediately grabbed Sean's arm and pulled him down to her height a bit. "Dont do anything, Ill handle this. Go get that pop off your jacket before it stains." She then let go and he stood up glancing at her then the guy then her then him again. He finally stormed off into a sea of people. She sighed and wiped her bangs out of her face.
Arabella almost forgot about the boy lying there. "Oh uh." She nervously bent down and grabbed his hand and helped the boy get up. It was all fine and dandy until someone backed up and bumped backs with her and they were smashed up against each other with all these people.
"Oh, Uh, Sorry." She stuttered out, "We should move before Sean comes back."
...you never know what your going to get
1. The Angel of Death.....


Leon cursed silently as he looked up to see who had unwillingly received a coke bath. When he saw the mountain that was Sean glaring down at him, his heart started to pump faster, and his expression changed to one of hardened potential; his killer instincts had kicked in, and if Sean had come down on him, Leon would have given him a surprise. The expression faded, and he covered it with one of confusion when She came in. She yanked Sean down to her level and whispered a few not-so-sweet nothings into his ear, and he took off. He breathed a fake sigh of relief as she helped him to his feet.

He held up his hands and motioned for people to continue on, and they did. Which was fine for him until someone decided to grind into his back and force him towards her. Apparently, she was having the same problem, and were pressed up against each other like two ends of a sandwich. she apologized and he chuckled, "It's not your fault, consider it repayment for pulling Sean off of me." He smiled, then looked around, "Hey, I can get us out of the mob, but you have to trust me, okay?" He smiled, then grinned as she looked confused. He flung his arms around her back and spun, carving a path for them to the fringes of the crowd. He let her go and bowed to her, " My Lady." He smiled as he looked back over the crowd, which was grumbling at the choice of music that had come on in the meantime. He walked over to the edge again, pulled two guys down and whispered something in their ears, and they nodded, turning to pass the information on. He then turned back and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Don't tell Sean, but I'm Leon. Catch you later!"

The last part was said as he walked away, then leaped into the air, to be borne by the sea of hands back to the DJ station.
.....is the Life of the Party.
1. Life is like a box of chocolates...

Arabella watched as Leon crowd surfed back to the DJ booth inside. But then she had to do a face palm because she didnt give him her own name. STUPID STUPID STUPID! She then took a deep breath and looked up from the ground to see Sean walking over to where she stood. He then took a swig of what ever was in his red cup and offered it to her. She refused by pushing it away thinking, someone has to get me home. And if it really has to be, it should be myself.That and Arabellla didnt want to go home drunk and not be able to finish her book.
Sean, being obviously drunk took the last swig of his drink and wrapped his arms around her. Grossed because he smelled profusely of Alcohol she then tried to push him off but his muscular grip got tighter as he leaned in to kiss her. But that wasnt what Arabella wanted. She wanted to be home, and not at this party, and away from everyone in general.
You see the real reason she read all the time was because she loved to get wrapped up in other peoples lives but when it came to her own life she couldnt handle it. Nor wrap her finger around it.
She pushed with all her might against Sean but nothing was working, she tried to make a face to show Sean she didnt want this but he was so close and his eyes were closed.
Although it seems this happened over a course of time this only happens in a matter of seconds.
...You never know what your going to get
1. The Angel of Death.....


Leon was dumped on the floor at the end, thankfully on his feet. He walked over to the music as a couple of 'woohoo's and other miscellaneous cheers emanated from the crowd; they were glad someone was doing something about the music. He looked down at his iPod and started to cycle through the songs, looking up just by chance. What he saw made his blood run cold for a few moments. Mr. Musclehead, Sean, no doubt drunk out of his mind, was holding Her trapped in his bulky arms. He was also trying to make a not so subtle move on her. Something in Leon snapped at that moment, and he decided to do something. He looked down at his iPod to select a song first, and laughed at himself. He had stopped on Three Days Grace's Riot, and he thought to himself as he put the song on, the imposing guitar riff sounding in his ears, that it was a fitting background song for what he might have to do.

He backed up, then ran full bore towards the crowd, leaping into the air. Some noticed, some didn't, all moved out of his way, which was thankful; he flipped over and landed on his feet almost entirely across the crowd. He walked the remaining distance as the crowd closed in behind him, whooping it up and bouncing around to the beat of the song. Leon walked right up to Sean and placed an iron-gripped hand on his arm, "Hey, let her go. If she doesn't want it, back off." His eyes faded to a coldness no normal human should experience, and he hoped that Sean would be the only one to experience it.
.....is the Life of the Party.
Life is like a box of chocolates

Arabella didnt notice when Leon popped out of the crowd and started to say something to Sean. But she was glad his grip let go and Arabella took a few steps back and she glanced flabbergasted to see Leon back and defending her. She then noticed a few other boys went to back up Sean and as well as Leon.
Not wanting a fight to break out over her, she intervened as fast as she could. Sticking her hand in between the two boys saying "Hey come on this isnt nessacary," She would do whatever she could to not let a fight start.
Being a Hippie at heart she reallly didnt want a fight to start. If a fight started she would proably leave and call Maria to get her to bring her jeep over so she could driver herself home.
You never know what your going to get...



((Your more than welcome to play sean as well and sorry its short. I have writers block))
1. ((That's fine, milove. And thanks for the permission.))
The Angel of Death.....


Sean looked over at this pipsqueak who dared to come between him and his girl. He let go of her and turned to him, an ugly drunken glare painting his face and a squad of football players backing him. From out of nowhere, some skinny dudes in black with too many piercings melted out of the crowd and formed a blockade behind the Freak. Suddenly, Arabella ducked between them and tried to stop them, but Sean was pissed.....both in the angry and drunk meanings. There was no way he was going to let this punk-ass little freak tell him what to do. He had already ruined Sean's favorite jacket, and if the loser was itching for a pounding, he'd get one. He stepped forward and grabbed her by the shoulder, tossing her to the side like a paper doll, "As if I'm going to let you stop me from giving this loser the beating that's been coming to him for a while now!" He looked up at Sean, the glare intensifying further, if that was possible.

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Leon backed up, noticing that a few more jocks had stepped up to back their boy. He sighed, then looked behind him and smiled as he heard a few mutterings of 'Hey, Dude.'; his fellow Punks had stepped in to protect one of their own. Then She stepped in. His heart caught for a second, then he shook his head and cleared his thoughts of anything involving her. Instead he thought about Sean. As long as Sean insisted on letting his pride get the best of him, and trying to beat on him one on one, he could do this without any fuss. It wasn't that he doubted that he, alone, never mind with the help of the Punks, could take the jocks down. It was that he didn't want anyone besides Sean to feel the anger that coursed through him like a poison, scalding his veins like melted quicksilver. He bared his teeth suddenly; Sean had tossed Arabella aside, not thinking about the fact that she had been tossed into a wall. A low growl emanated from deep in his throat and he stepped forward and shoved both hands into Seans chest, knocking him backwards about a foot.

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Sean smiled when the Freak looked more angry, but didn't expect to be shoved backwards. He was livid now, veins in his neck and forehead were now popping, and he shrugged off his stained jacket in preparation to give this loser the ass-whooping he so rightly deserved. Once the jacket was off, he stepped back, then dove forward in a football tackle, trying to take the Freak and perhaps a few of his friends, to the ground.

He missed, and received an elbow to the spine that slammed him to the ground. He flipped over and climbed to hsi feet, his back screaming in protest, to find the Freak, arms spread, claw-like fingers spread wide. He let out a yell and threw a punch at the Loser, but that was blocked. He shook his head; he was getting more sober with each contact, and he still wanted blood.

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Sean backed up, adn the ghost of a smile graced Leon's face. He shot a backwards glance at the Punks behind him, "Move." That one word sent them to the sidelines. Good thing too; Sean hat just dove at him, and the ghost of a smile was gone as Leon carefully sidestepped the bull rush and brought his arm up, his elbow coming down on Sean's back as the Muscle-head flew past. He stepped back to where Sean used to be, crouching and spreading his arms, fingers relaxing into a stiff, claw-like formation. He shouted over to one of the punks; "Hey, Luke. Mind grabbing my iPod?" The Punk nodded and was away,s printing through the crowd; obviously he didn't want to miss a single minute of this fight. Too bad for him. Sean had gotten back to his feet and threw a drunken punch towards Leon. Leon easily blocked it, his forearm whipping up and knocking the huge boy's arm aside.

My Turn. He thought, then darted forward, sending a punch to Sean's right shoulder, then to his left. A satisfying crack told him that at least one was dislocated, but he had no time to relish the minor victory; this was about winning the war, not the battle. Even though he'd probably win both. He dropped to the ground and, with a single, sweeping kick, he brought the disoriented jock to his back. Once there, he received a punch to the stomach before Leon knelt and grabbed Sean's collar, yanking the boy's face up inches from his own. Sean whimpered as his eyes locked with the steely gaze of the Freak who had just stomped him into the ground in about ten seconds. Leon didn't have to say anything, he simply let Sean back down and stood up. The Punk, Luke was standing beside him, his mouth a perfect 0 shape and Leon's iPod in his hand. Leon reached out to accept it, then turned, looking around him. Almost everyone in the immediate vicinity had a mouth like Luke. The rest were too busy dancing to notice.

This was not right. This shouldn't have happened. He shouldn't have wasted his skill on a jerk like Sean. He shouldn't have put his life on the line....for Her. He walked over to her where she sat against the wall. For once, he felt regret at not being able to read someone's expression. His expression became pained as he helped her up, and he couldn't bear to look at her anymore. He leaned in and whispered one word, "Sorry." Then he turned and calmly strode through the door. He walked over to his car, angrily throwing his iPod into the back seat before clutching at his hair and falling to his knees, angry tears pouring from his eyes.
.....is the Life of the Party.
1. ((Kay good;P))

Life is like a box of chocolates...

After jumping in between the two boys, Sean threw her drunkly across the room and against the wall. In a strong daze she watched the two boys fighting. But all she really saw were the two masses of blob going at it. She couldnt tell who was who. Let alone who was winning. She could only think about two things.
1. Staying awake and not passing out.
2. Hopeing that He wouldnt get hurt.
She told her legs to get up and she told herself not to knock out but nothing was responding. Her eyes were getting blurrier by the second. She then pulled her phone out of her pocket before she really couldnt see or she knocked out. She hit speed dial to Maria's cell. She picked up on the first ring and she said into the phone. "Can you send Travis with my jeep over to 47728 Delago Lane? I need him now." She hung up knowing what she would say or ask and she really was feeling naseua. She slipped her phone back in her pocket and she leaned back against the wall knowing she had about 10 mintues before her driver Travis would come with her jeep and take her home.
She looked over to the fight would have been but one of the Masses was on the floor, but she couldnt tell which one because everyone looked like a big blob. All of a sudden she was being helped up and she hadnt known she was crying until she heard His voice in her ear and a simple 'sorry'. She used one of her hands to lean against the wall trying to hold herself up. She blinked a few times trying to focus to see where he went. But his little blob had vanished. She realized she was crying harder now and she then slowly walked to the front door and out trying to make her way out there. She was so relieved to see her black jeep outline and a man who looked really close to Travis in the front seat. She practically used all of her energy left in herself to get to the jeep. She hopped in and Travis, the old man who was the family driver put a simple hand on her shoulder as she cried tears of sadness. Although she had no real reason to cry she did. About ten minutes later she blinked and the feeling in her legs had gone, but she could see alot better. She looked out the plastic window to the jeep and saw His car with him in it still.
She wanted to go thank him but she thought she would do something else. She then tore apart her keep looking for a peice of paper and pen. She then found one, jotted down 'thanks' and her phone number. She then told travis "You see that car right there? " She then pointed and continued, "Can you put this in his windsheild wiper and come back fast and lets go home."
He then did what she asked and came back and they drove off home.

You never know what your going to get...
2. Leon got in and slumped across both front seats, his arm over his eyes. He heard the engine of a jeep pull up somewhere to the rear of his car, but lacked the motivation to get up to see who it was. He groaned slightly, then perked up slightly as he heard the door of the house open and slam shut, and the sound of not-too-steady heels teetering to a car. Now a car door slammed shut, and he discerned that the jeep that had pulled up behind him was coming to pick up an early deserter from the party. He sat up in the driver's seat and shoved the key into the ignition, for a moment thinking about Claricia. He grimaced, shaking his head in disgust; the bitch could drive herself home, or catch a ride with her scumbag boy toys.
3. Arabella put her seat belt on as a natural habit and then put her head on the back of the seat blinking away the tears. When Travis the old mandriver spoke up. "Now, Since I had to rush over here to pick you up mind explaining what happened M'dear?"
Sighing Arabella nodded and with a staggery tone she went on "I came to that party because I was practically forced into it. Thei boy Sean invited me. He picked me up and then when we got there I was dancing but then the song changed and I stopped for a bit and this Boy" She said boy practically normal as well as his name, "Leon, had tripped and spilled brown pop on Seans football jacket. So I told him to go wash it off and then I helped up Leon and we wnt to the backyard deck thing. And he told me his name and left. The next thing I knew Sean had come back and he was pressuring me to kiss him, but I could smell the alchohol and could tell how drunk he was. And as I was pushing him away Leon came back and foght with Sean. I tried to intervene but Sean drunkenly slammed me up againtst the wall. Thats when I called you. And then the fought ended and Leon won, and he had helped me up said he was sorry and left. And thats when I made my way to the door to find you. Thanks. OH and it was Leons car that I had you put that paper on." She finished with a sigh as they pulled into the driveway to the large house. She unzipped the plastic covering to the jeep, hopped out and landed on her moccosin covered feet and she trudged inside.
4. The Angel of Death.....


As he opened the front door, he could feel it; something was different. He'd been here. He looked down at the paper in his hand, and put it and his keys back into his pocket, then walked over to the living room, where a sealed envelope lay on the coffee table. He looked at the envelope, contemplating who it might be, before picking it up and tearing into it. Pulling out a piece of paper and a check for the 5k he was owed for the last 'job', Leon unfolded the letter as he slid the check into his pocket.

Leon,

I decided to make this letter a bit longer than the rest, rather than simply giving you the name and ddress. this is because you must wait until a while later. Your target is a girl by the name of Claricia Nicole Vale. She resides in a two-story house at the address of 9235 Blake Street.

But you already knew that, didn't you?

I know you took her to that alcohol-fest that those teenagers call a party. I have arranged for her to be.....not feeling well. She will return home, where she will promptly go to bed.

I trust you know your duties. do not disappoint me, my boy.

S

Well. That couldn't get more specific. Leon smiled, relishing the thought of how Claricia would react to him in her room. He walked upstairs, reaching under his desk and flipping the carefully hidden switch. a sharp click sounded, and he pulled open the top drawer, revealing a knife rack containing razor-bladed knives ranging from 1 inch to 12 inches in length. He pulled out his favorites; two stainless steel butterfly knives, and stuck them into the sheathes on the inside of his jacket. He turned off all of the lights, and walked out the door, locking it before turning and racing through the darkness......

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30 minutes later....

He watched as the final light in her bedroom window went out, then mentally counted out one minute before cracking his knuckles and running over to stand below her window. Once there, he took a few pebbles out of his jacket and began to toss them at the window, hitting the same spot with every throw. Soon she was opening the window, and telling him to go away, before her parents found out. He smiled and deftly leaped up into the tree that stood next to him, crawling up through the branches to slither through her window.

She had backed up and sat on her bed, frantically looking between him and the door, as if expecting her parents to come through at any moment. He smiled and shook his head, then began to speak. His words flowed like iced honey, their meaning impossible to mistake, and her looks of anxiety quickly turned to those of horror and deep-rooted fear. She didn't even try to seduce him, how droll. She started to scream, but was unable to continue any further. the two-inch gash in her throat and the leather glove over her mouth prevented that. He leaned in and whispered into her ear, and she gave one last, choked sob and slumped onto the bed. He turned and wiped his blade on her skin, then turned and leaped out the window, landing on his feet on the ground with perfect grace. He saw the light hit the ground in front pf him, and took off running, even as the anguished scream of Claricia's mother sounded through the night.

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Next morning, at school....

Leon slumped into the cafeteria, settling into his usual seat after buying a coffee and loading it with sugar and milk He looked up at the clock; 45 minutes until school started. He could afford to chill for a bit. Suddenly a colored blur came into his peripheral vision, and he looked up to see Sean and his cronies staring at him from across the room. Leon gave a little grin when he saw that Sean's arm was in a sling. He waved at them and they immediately tried to hide the fact that they had just been staring at him. He chuckled and leaned back, pulling out the piece of paper and wondering if She would make an appearance before school started....
.....is the Life of the Party.
Arabella rolled over and glanced at the time on her alarm clock. She groaned loudly and moved to get up and take a shower. Doing the usual routine she jumped in the shower got out threw gel in the back blew dry her bangs and then straightened them.
She then got dressed in a simple purple sundress and a white cardigan. Slapping on some makeup she grabbed her brown messenger bag full of school stuff and walked downstairs. Slipping on some flats she grabbed her Jeep keys off the counter, grabbed an apple and left the house. Getting into her Jeep she zipped the plastic cover to her Jeep behind her, ignited the engine with her keys and drove off to school.
When arriving she sighed heavily and got out zipping and locking the plastic covering. She then groaned to herself as she walked to the cafeteria to grab a cup of coffee.
Arabella didn’t go to just any pubic high school, they went to one of the richest public high schools. They had gourmet lunches, free amazing breakfast and full funded sports. It was one of the coolest high schools around.
Walking up the steps she had her eye set on the coffee stand in the middle of the court yard set up by the Marketing classes, she ordered her coffee dropped in chocolate sauce milk and 2 cubes of sugar. Putting her 5 dollars down on the cashier she slipped out a stirrer and walked off to the cafeteria to get her usual blueberry muffin.
After grabbing her muffin from the breakfast line she went to her usual spot near the windows, which out looked onto the flower garden for the Agriculture class. She then started on her breakfast as usual. She looked around and then slipped her phone out of her pocket to check and see if she had any messages. Sighing because she didnt she set it down on the table and stared at it as she drank her coffee and ate her muffin.

The Angel of Death.....


Leon was not disappointed; she walked in with a cup of Marketing class coffee and snagged one of the last blueberry muffins. He briefly wondered how in the hell they were always almost gone when he came in this early, then focused on her again. He watched as she walked across to the windows, sitting down and looking briefly at her phone before, apparently dissatisfied with it, setting it down and beginning to eat. He pulled out his phone and looked down at the number, smiling before dialing the number and lifting the phone to his ear. He watched across the room; she didn't seem to have noticed his existence in the room yet, so he could watch her reaction to his personal call back. He watched as she looked down at the phone, then lifted it, her lips moving in time with the voice in his ear. He smiled again;

"I just wanted to make sure you were still okay. Sean didn't handle you too roughly last night then?" He asked, his tone gentle; he didn't want to scare her.
.....is the Life of the Party.
1. A few minutes of eating her muffin and drinking coffee she then heard her phone go off, and it wasnt some boring ringtone it was a really good ringtone, Sandstorm by Darude. One very catchy ringtone. Thankfully it was on the lowest setting so it wasnt too loud. But it was definetly catchy. She then answered her phone with a simple, "Hello?" she asked camly into the phone. Her peircing eyes darting around the room. She smiled as He answered back with a question. She shrunk into her chair alittle and smiled to herself unknowing of him across the room.
She then replied to him, "Oh no. I went home after the fight. Im glad you didnt get hurt. I left my number just incase and I now see it came in handy." She smiled as she opened the top of her coffee with her free hand and started to stir it with a coffee stirer that she grabbed at the coffee stand. Trying to hold back how happy she was feeling at that moment.
2. The Angel of Death.....


He smiled as he watched her dart her eyes around the room, then settle back into her chair, immediately becoming at ease with the world. He watched what he thought was a smile creep across her face, and smiled wider himself. He listened to her soft voice replying, then chuckled lightly, "It certainly did. I'm glad to see that you are alright." He smiled and took a sip of his coffee, looking across the room at her. "I take it that the blueberry muffin is sitting well this morning?" He grinned, tossing in a piece of information to cause her to look around again although, seated as they were, she would not be able to see him, while he had a perfect place from which to view her.
.....is the Life of the Party.
1. "I was a little unsteady at first. That blow was harsh to the unexpected..." She replied smoothly then taking a small sip out of the cup before putting it down with a small smile plastered goofily onto her face. She then became wide eyed and flabbergasted. She removed the phone from her ear and looked physically around this time. Looking for him in particular. After a few moments of looking she put it back to her ear and said, "Actually its a bit dry for my taste." The smile gone from her face she then continued. "Did you catch a glance at me this morning? or..." She tried to get some answers. She definetly didnt like not knowing where he was. Or the thought of being stalked.
Shivering she gathered her things balencing the phone between her shoulder and the side of her face. She threw everything out and then started to walk outside. Still waiting for a reply.
2. The Angel of Death.....


Leon smiled as she did, then, as the smile left her face, so did his face become a frown, "I apologize. I seem to have upset you. I happened to notice you as you walked into the cafeteria, and thought simply to call where I could calmly observe your reaction." He had stood up and tossed his coffee cup in the trash, walking after her; he now shut his phone and walked up behind her, "I truly did not mean to cause you grief."
.....is the Life of the Party
1. Knitting her perfect eyebrowns together she then tried to figure out where he was. She then heard the sound of the click on the other line and his voice was replaced and put behind her. She twiirled around with a new smile on her face. "Oh no you didnt cause any greif. It was just a little concerning I had no idea where you were. Its fine now." She smiled with her dimples and her eyes a bit crinkled.
After the short smile ended she went back to her calmer smile and then felt an uncontroable need to hug him. So she did, she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. When the hug was done she stepped back and said "Thanks again. You didnt really have to save me. Im really not worth saving actually." She smirked and continued. "Well from Seans standards maybe I am worth saving. But you cant always go by a stupid jock now can we." She laughed lightly.
2. The Angel of Death.....


He smiled as she dismissed his fear of causing her grief, then smiled, a smile that not only spread across her entire face, but reached her eyes as well. A genuine smile. They were rare nowadays. And then she hugged him. Caught off guard, he gently hugged her back, then grinned as she stepped back. He listened as she thanked him again, then remarked about how she was only worth saving in Sean's eyes. His smile faded a bit at that, but came back in full force with the 'dumb jock' shot. "I believe that you were worth saving, according to my eyes.....I'm just not yet sure why....." He trailed off, looking up as the bell rang, then spinning widershins and walking the other way, "I'll see you later!" As he walked away, he thought about why he couldn't help but stare into her eyes when he talked to her......it was as if they were captivating him in a way he had never experienced.
.....is the Life of the Party.
1. Arabella blinked as he said she was worth saving. She gaped for a moment or two cause no one had said anything so nice to her, other than the people that worked for her father of course. She then smiled lightly looking down. The next thing she knew the bell rang and she looked up at him and he said his quick goodbye. She waved as he walked away. She stood there until she couldnt see him anymore because the student life swallowed him up into the crowd. She sighed still smiling, she brung her hand down and then she turned to go to class as well. The whole way there she smiled with content.
When she arrived at class she took her seat in the back as usual she then pulled out her phone and had a few text messages.
One from Maria:
Did you remember your money? It was on the counter.
She replied with a simple "Yeah I remembered. Thanks!"

Second was from Sean:
Where the hell did you go after the party babe?
Acting like she didnt read this she deleted the message from her sidekick. With a smug smile.

Third was from Father:
Darling, I cannot make it too the dinner plans we made for tonight. Have to find a new secretary, sorry darling. Sent a make up present to Maria to give you when you get home. Love Dad.
Her smug smile faded and so did her spirits as she read this off the screen. She felt like throwing her phone at the wall because she was sick of her father doing this to her! She was sick of not seeing her father anymore and she was sick of the fact that everytime he slept with his secretary he fired her the next week and found a new one. She also hated she that when they made plans and then canceled on them he sent her a charm for her now very expensive Pandora Bracelet. Altought the bracelet was really nice and all and it had her initals and things that she liked and related to her. She loved it but when ever she looked at it all she thought was how her father was a dissapointment. She sighed once more shoved her phone back into her bag and was grumpy throughout the rest of class.
2. The Angel of Death.....


The day seemed to go by quickly, and as it always did, with a few exceptions. First, the Punks gave him the seat of honor at their lunch-table, and insisted he retell the story of the fight from his perspective. He made sure to include some dramatic details, such as his ipod landing on Riot just before the fight, and left others out, such as the angry tears after he left. Second major difference: the Jocks, from the badminton stick-dudes to the mountainous football players, all glared down at him differently, like they had some sort of respect for him now that he had kicked the ever loving......stuff, out of one of their own. They still looked down on him, but there was a hint of humility in their stares now.

And now he was in last-period chemistry. A younger, more handsome man walked in just after the bell and told them that their teacher had called in sick at the last minute, and so he had no lesson plan. As an alternative, he proposed watching a movie, pulling Osmosis Jones out of his book bag. As he slid the movie into the dvd player, he called out that everybody could sit wherever they wanted. A scuffle ensued as almost everyone rushed to sit beside his or her best friend. Leon looked around as the lights dimmed, and laughed to himself as he shook his head. He didn't need to move; he had all he wanted at his desk.

As the cartoon began to play on the projection screen, he looked down at the piece of paper he had on his desk. Picking up his pencil, he quickly sketched two faces: One, a boy, the other, a girl. He drew a dividing line between them, then began to sketch their bodies; the boy's clad in armor, a longsword strapped across his back, with a helmet under his arm, the girl's in elegantly flowing shirt and dress.
.....is the Life of the Party.
1. As the day progressed on it seemed more people were staring at her then normal. Girls were looking up to her for showing up with the biggest jock of the school Boys were looking at her too. But mostly for a whiole different reason. She sighed as she hung her head through the hallways and slipped her warbuds into her ears and blaring the music. It wasnt very eventful until the last class of the day when s young attractive sub walked in and stated the teacher would be out for the day. She smugly smiled sitting down in her chair decideding she was proably going to fall asleep when she caught a glimpse of Him.
Hunched over something on his desk staring intently. She raised a single eyebrow sat up and glanced around. The lab table he was sitting at was empty. She stood up and a few stares shot her direction. She grabbed her messenger bag and started to walk over to his table. She then sat down in the seat next to him. She heard a gasp from around the room and she shooed it from her mind not caring one bit. She put her messenger bag behind the chair on the floor.
Glancing aroiund she then whispered to Leon, 'Hey. Whatcha up too?" With her playfull eyes she tried to catch a glance of what he was so into on his desk. She just wanted one precious glance thats all she hoped for. She coul dtell he caught him off gaurd when he looked her way and they locked eyes.