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[fixeswatches]

Gabriel had barely even wanted to go to school. He wanted to stay home and practice his telekinesis more. He hadn't mastered it yet, after all, and that was much more exciting than anything that was bound to happen at school. But he knew he had to go in order to not let his mother know anything was up. The last thing he wanted to do right now was make her suspicious. Not when they were going to be leaving soon anyways.

Which was why he was sitting in chemistry class now, listening to the instructions from his teacher over the experiment they were conducting. It wasn't really enjoyable, working with someone who hated his guts, but he didn't see any reason to go out of his way to switch partners. It would be a hassle. So he dealt with Jane and her death glares and just focused on his work.

But apparently, he was focusing a little too hard at one point, because the glass test tube Jane was holding over the flames shattered from his telekinesis and the liquid inside caused the flames to shoot up, lighting her hair on fire.

"Oh my god, what happened, my hair, my hair, someone get something for my hair," She screeched in a voice that could only be described as shrill. But before anyone could grab anything, the smoke reached the smoke detector, causing the fire alarm and sprinklers to go off, soaking everyone.

Jane wasn't hurt, luckily, but about half of her hair was burnt off now, and she'd probably have to cut the rest off to match. Gabriel was trying his best not to laugh as the teacher ushured them outside for regular fire procedures.

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[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"Why? Why does it matter that I want to give her this small comfort?" He asked in annoyance. He was leaving his mother for her, wasn't that enough? What did she want from him?

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"She doesn't deserve it," she spat, and her fingers uncurled only to claw vengefully at his neck, just hard enough to made his skin a pretty red that faded back to white. She just wanted to mark him all over, and the urge to keep him all to herself nearly drowned her. She could hardly keep her head over the water, and she didn't want to, pressing against him so hard it hurt. "She doesn't deserve you."

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He didn't know how to respond to that, to how she was acting. They always had been rather possessive of one another, but this was a little extreme, even for them. "She won't have me for much longer."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She stared at him, trying to reach past her rage. The calculation and uncertainty in his eyes twisted her stomach painfully, and she knew then that she needed to calm down, if only for him.

"I'm sorry," she said hollowly, although her fingers still dug into his neck. Her small body trembled, and she forced her eyes to his chest. She could hardly breathe she was so worked up, and she wasn't even sure what she was apologizing for. For freaking him out? For what she wanted to do--even though she hadn't said the words?

She wasn't so heartless to know the pain she was so willing to inflict on him. She'd inflicted it on herself, but it seemed like such a small price to pay. An eye for an eye. They'd be even.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"It's okay," He whispered softly, pressing a kiss behind her ear as he tried to calm his own breathing down now. Was it okay though? He wasn't quite certain. That look in her eyes, that dark, deep, twisted possessing look she had had, he had almost drowned in it. It both excited and almost terrified him all at once.

For the first time, he had been honestly scared of her.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

The kiss fluttered her eyes, tingled her all over, and she finally relaxed enough to step back a bit, to twine her arms under his and hook her hands over his shoulders. By now, all the students were almost inside, and it was just them on the trampled, green grass.

It didn't feel okay, even though she sighed and nodded at his words, resting against him. Her mind wrestled in the silence, and her heart ached. She knew despite her indecision over hurting him, something had to be done.

She tilted her head up, blinking slowly, her lips parted with slowing breath to gaze up at him. "I love you," she whispered, and she'd never meant it more than in that moment.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

Even though he knew they should go in soon before they got in more trouble (no doubt that his mother had been called by now anyways) but he couldn't step away, he couldn't move, not just yet anyways. His head was still reeling, and he was still trying to make sense of everything.

There had been something in her eyes there for a moment, something he had only seen glimpses of in the past.

But he forgot it as she whispered softly, soothing him just a little. "I love you too." And he did. No matter what, he did.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

He did. She knew he did, and she nodded in understanding, in relief, letting out a long, sweet exhale. A cool breeze feathered across her cheeks, made her shiver against him. He was so solid, so warm, even though his clothes were damp.

She loved him so much.

"Will you do something for me?" she whispered.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"It depends," He answered carefully. He had never been one to agree with something before finding out what it was first. It just wasn't a good idea. "What do you want me to do?"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

The line between her eyebrows creased--it shouldn't depend on anything, right? She would gladly do whatever he asked of her; she was pretty sure she would.

But she pressed her lips together, searching his guarded, curious eyes for a long, assessing moment. "I killed my father for you," she said simply, inelegantly, and stared up at him. It was a statement, but not at all, the words heavy and inflected, and left hanging with an unspoken question.

She hoped he wouldn't get mad. She thought she'd probably be mad if he'd asked her, too.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He froze as he listened to her. She couldn't be asking what he thought she was. But he looked down, and her eyes told him what he had already suspected. She wanted him to kill his mother.

His mother.

He pulled away from her, his eyes filling with anger. "I'm not going to do it."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

His words seared straight through her heart. But what truly hurt, burned, tore her to pieces was how easily he pulled away from her, the flashing disgust and hatred shining at her in his gaze.

She suddenly felt so cold, and she blinked at him, her feature blank, scarily calm before a flood of pain and paranoia swept over her.

"Don't you love me?" she asked, her voice a dark growl.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"I do," He snapped her anger. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to kill my mother just because you asked me to. There's no reason for me to do it."

His stomach turned and his fists formed at his sides. How could she ask him to do something like this?

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"You love her," she hissed. "It makes me sick." Something familiar and welcome burned her fingers, and she curled them into fists, letting the sparks answer her wrath with vicious, thrumming excitement. "It's not fair that I'll always have to share, and you don't. It's the only way."

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"It's not my fault you killed your father," He snapped in anger. "I shouldn't suffer because of what you did. We're leaving her, you're not going to have to share anymore, that should be good enough."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"I killed him for you!" she exclaimed, and then gasped greedily for air, her eyes filling with tears. How dare he say it like that? As if it had nothing to do with him; as if she hadn't suffered, alone in that big house wondering if she'd killed her Daddy for nothing. Lied awake thinking about his hollow corpse, and the empty house, and all that ticking. She trembled. "He was going to take me away from you, and do god knows what to you. You're going to want to see her, Gabriel. Write her letters and call her, and you're going to do it. I don't have that luxury. All I want is you. It's not fair."

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"I won't visit her, I won't write letters or call her, I'll never see her again, just don't ask me to do this, Elle." He snapped in anger, his heart beating in fear. Killing Brian for his power was one thing...but killing his Mother? He didn't think he could do it.

He didn't want to.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"No," she choked out hoarsely, cruelly, vindictively. Her whole body was humming with agony. He thought so little of what she'd done for him, didn't he? And it was all the more reason to lodge any sympathy, any understanding she had in her throat. "I want her dead," she growled through blurring tears, "and I want you to do it."

She was shaking so hard. It only occurred to her in a small, whispering voice that she was just trying to punish him now.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"I'm not going to kill her," He snapped, and his anger caused one of the branches of the tree behind them to snap off, falling to the ground. He still didn't have control over his telekinesis, and being so worked up was not helping.

Why was she asking him to do this? Wasn't it enough, what he was already giving her?

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Elle flinched, gasping at the sudden, violent display, her eyes falling back to him with painful revelation. "If you don't do it, I will," she hissed. Her chest felt like it was caving in, crushing everything inside of her. "If you try to stop me, I'll kill you too." Her stomach twisted; her eyes fluttered. The words felt all wrong, cottony and heavy like blatant lies, and when she blinked, tears fell, cascading down her cheeks. It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

His chest twisted, and he was sure he had never felt so angry, so betrayed, so infuriated in his life. "Don't make me make this choice. I never would have asked you to." But his stomach turns with the truth. He never would have been okay with her choosing her father over him.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her lips trembled, and it felt like something important, something she needed inside of her broke; all she wanted to do was reach for him as her eyes filled and shined with more tears. She couldn't stop them as they tumbled down her cheeks, no matter how much she tried. "I don't want to," she gasped, swiping angrily at her soaked face. "I just want us to be happy, and I can't--I don't think I can when she's alive."

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"Well, then I guess you can just go on your own," He said firmly, looking down to hide the teers threatening his own eyes now. He felt like he was going to choke, like he might die, but how dare she try to make him make this sort of decision. "Because I'm not going to kill her, and I'm sure as hell not going to just let you do it. Do you really think that's going to make anything better? Why isn't it enough that I love you?"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

The pain was so acute, so torturous that she gasped, her head bowing down and her vision swimming. Was she wrong to ask? Maybe. Stupid to hope--to even think he'd agree to do it for her? Maybe. Would it make things better, for her to do it out of spite, or to force him to do it? She knew the answer was no, and she didn't want either.

But her eyes suddenly dried anyway, and the pain dulled to something even more terrifying. A blank numbness that spread from her still heart down to her sparking fingers.

She was surprised to hear her voice; it sounded so emotionless, so flat. So far away. "Are you leaving me?"

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

His head swam at her question, and he could barely think. He grabbed onto a near by tree, placing his hand on it to steady himself, if only a little bit. He didn't know how to answer her, what to say. He never would have even thought about leaving her before. She was too important.

But was it worth sacrificing his mother for? Did she have the right to make him make this choice? He didn't force her to kill her father. It wasn't his fault. This was totally different. There was no need to kill his mother.

"I think so," Finally came his raspy response.

What else could he do?