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Mike & June

Mike: Michael laid on his bed and closed the book he had in his hands. He reached over to the left and set the book down, "Philebus" was the name of the book that now rested on his night stand. Michael sat up and left his bed, he moved to the door as he rubbed his eyes. He was off to the library to find "Crito" a tattered worn-out book he had read many times before.

June: June, having decided that Marion and Marrok's library had been fully explored (and consequently found that most of the books were of a dead lanaguae that she couldn't just magic into her brain) decided to explore Marcus' at the Chateau. Currently wandering through the shelves with tattooed wings currently real and the tips of the colorful wings a few inches off the ground, she sighed. She was in nerdy librarian heaven.

Mike: Michael reached the library with haste but slowed his pace. He stood waiting outside the door to the room that was a sea of knowledge. Michael closed his eyes slowly and tilted his head back, breathing in the cool air around him. June. How could he not have smelled her before. He waited and thought. Should he enter the room, or walk away and not look back? He opened the door and walked in. "Hello June," he was a bit startled by what he saw. Beautifully-majestic wings before him stood as they shifting colors in the light. He knew seeing June in such a form would surely break his already eradicated heart.

June: She heard him call her name and it startled her, turning around so quickly that she didn't have the chance to keep her wings from dipping and touching the ground, the slight almost pressure against the feathers setting her senses on fire. "Fail-angelo" she shot, before moving through the stacks. She was mad at him, he belittled what she had been dealing with with her brother. Absentmindedly, her right hand curled and uncurled itself into a palm a few times, the vivid memory of hellfire shooting to her mind.

Mike: He strolled right into the room shutting the door behind himself. He could feel the tension in the room. Michael walked over to a stack of books and looked through them. He whispered "Crito," as he pushed and shoved his way through shelves, and stacks of books. He neared June. Her body was rigid and cold compared to her usual temperature. He was now faced with another decision. What do I say? He felt the pressure rising in the room someone was bound to say something. "May I ask what your doing here?"

June: She was over looking at a few books on history of assorted subjects - her favorite subject. Straighting back up, she flinched as feathers his the floor again in a soft wooshing sound. She heard his voice and sighed. "Exploring the library, obviously."

Mike: Her snappy-sarcastic attitude was not needed at the moment. It upset him, he plopped a book back down on the shelf he had taken it from. It made a loud noise that echoed in the room that was only filled with pages. "I hope your not lost, because you do know that this is my house, right?" His face hardened, his lips pressed together until they practically disappeared. Michael turned and starred at June with malice sneered across his face.

June: Raising a brow to him she snorted. "If i were lost, I would magic myself out from where I was to a place I knew. Maybe Annia would like some company. I haven't had girl-talk with her in a while." She paused to contemplate this, shifting her shoulder a bit. The reason she had her tattoos as three dimensional wings was to see what it was like again, and she was feeling the pull of muscles to the new bone and join. Not a feeling she was used to. Shoulder lowering, she brought it down too low, at least two or three inches of colorful wing hitting the floor below causing a tremor to rip up her inked spine. Turning away from him, she moved into another row of books.

Mike: He hated the way she played with his emotions, her statement stung. He continued his search for a book which he was certain he knew where he last placed it. With memory flooding back Michael stood on the tips of his toes and stretched his entire body's length to reach above the large wooden book case and retrieved a hidden book. He dusted it off, the title of the book written in golden letters shimmered in the light. "Crito," he said again a bit louder for her to hear and shook his head. "Annia wouldn't be interested with talking to you," his laugh roared and echoed. "How funny, "Magic my way out"; that's rich," he walked over to a huge arm chair and took a seat, he shook his head still smiling at the thought.

June: Clenching her jaw, she emerged from the stacks, standing in front of him, eyes already flooding over gold. "If it weren't for the respect I had for Annia, I would have set you on fire already." She spat, a green flame starting to lick at her hands, spreading up her arms. Wings spreading outward to full span of six feet, she sneered at him. "Bitter because you want what you can't have? Because your cousin has what you want?" She paused to look over him. "I don't know why I ever worshipped such an asshole."

Mike: Michael stood from the chair un-phased by her attempt to frighten him with her immense wings, and held his place in his book with his middle finger. Michael looked right into Junes eyes, as if he was trying to peer into her soul. He cleared his throat. "June you have no respect for anyone," he adjusted his stance and tugged on his sweeter. "You don't even know the meaning of it," Michael said slowly. He smiled at the annoyed look on her face. "Marrock and I are connected by blood yes, but this does not make him my family," he placed the book and the chair he had been seated at, "And to answer your question, you worshiped me because you were right to do so. I have done, seen, and felt things you little mind could never grasp." He began to walk away but paused, "You should read that book, you could learn a thing or two about justice."

June: Gold eyes flooded over to black and red with anger, rage, and dark magic - something they'd only been once, after she'd been confronted by Amon. Moving in front of him, a firey hand gripped his throat before throwing him across the room, her voice deeper when she spoke. "I don't have respect for bastard children like you, claiming they're the best thing ever. I don't have respect for men who claim they know what's best for me." She started to advance on him, fists still glowing with fire, though the shade of green had turned much darker with her rage and magic. "You have no clue about my life Michael. You think I'm some pretty little doll to play with. You're just like every child with a pet. Promising to love and take care of it, but in the end, you'd abandon me." Landing on the floor, she looked down at him. "And now, thanks to you, I've let dark magic into my system." She spat, literally, at him before folding in wings and turning on her heels, resisting the urge to set the entire room on fire.

Mike: After being attacked by the first person he had loved in centuries all Michael could do is listen to her yell at him about what she thought of him. He sat on the floor griping his throat in pain. He could not understand how something like this could happen. What was so wrong with him that she could never love him. He saw in Junes eyes in those moments how she would rather kill him then have to love him. He listened to the rest of rampage without a word, and then having to endure being spat at. Michael managed to rise to his feet. He was in pain. His heart was breaking. His eyes were filled with tears. "Your right June," his voice breaking with pain, "I don't know you and I don't know what's best for you." He hardly spoke above a whisper, "But I do know what's best for me". He watched the love of his life standing in front of him wishing only death for him, "I need you to leave June. Don't ever come back, Or I will die. Please to come back to my home ever again, leave me be." He stayed looking at her. Another lost love. More abandonment, can he with-stand it?

June: The flames had dissapered from her hands, wings plastering themselves against her back before they were ink once again. Black and red eyes had closed as she listened to his words, breaking her heart at listening to his pain. Clenching her jaw she wanted to kick herself for losing control like she did. It was the dark magic coursing through her viens that made her say that, the normally sweet disposition of June momentarily gone. Tuggng at the chain around her neck she tugged at the cross she'd been wearing since her run in with Leviathan. "I'm sorry." She said, her voice starting to come back to normal. Tears were starting to stream down her cheeks, but she held back the sobs. "If that's what you want." She said, struggling, and failing, to hold back the sound of tears in her voice. She needed to find someway to get the thick taste and feeling of dark out of her body before she did something stupid - again.

Mike: He pressed his back against the book shelf behind him, he could feel her heart rate had slowed down again. His body slid down the book case and he sat on the floor with his knees pressed against his chest. "You hate me," his face was buried into his folded arms that lay on his knees. "You have no reason to apologize for the way you feel." He looked up at her with the look of a scorned child, "You know when people say," he stopped to take a breath in fear he would start to cry. "That they would rather have a person in their life as a friend then not have them at all, because the other person doesn't love them?" He was reliving the worst moments in his life all over again. "I don't know if I can do that." He looked at the tears streaming down her warm cheek, "Of coarse I don't want you to leave me, but I'm afraid I will never be able to love again because you."

June: "I don't hate you!" She cried, almost desperate, collapsing onto her knees, head bend over slightly, hand still tugging at the cross on her neck. "I don't love you the way you're in love with me. You're family to me. My vampires are all I have left anymore," she had started to cry, tears soaking the floor below her. Her heart wrenched in her chest at his words , and she was gripping the cross so hard her palm was starting to bleed slightly, and she couldn't even notice, more focused on bringing herself back from the darker part inside her.

Mike: June got closer to him, his body became rough, "My dead lifeless heart beats once more because of you." His eyes went from the tears on her face to the cross in her hand, "And all you can say is that you see me as family." He left him mouth open gasping for air. He inhaled and nothing seemed to reach his lungs, which seemed to be crushing like every other organ in his body. Michael was now in immense physical pain. He felt an empty void in the center of his chest, were his heart once pulsated.

June: Squeezing the metal in her hand harder she felt tears running down her cheeks more and blood dripping to the floor, mouth moving in a silent prayer: a rosary prayer, something she hadn't done since she was a teen. Falling silent she was still crying, hand still seeping blood but she couldn't speak, didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry."