The idea is of two childhood friends, and they fall in love, but oen of them turns to the side of evil, and the other to the side of good, but they are still in love, but they have to kill each other

PRIVATE WITH KIAPET!! 

Wow, Chance, do I really type like that? xD

Okay, so for charries...

I was thinking that they were both humans, is that okay? >_>'

Also, who will be good, who will be evil, who will be the guy?  We need to ask questions like this! DX

Okay, you can be the evil guy, and I'll be the good girl. ^^'

I also had an idea of what if the guy was like stalking her, and wanted her to join him, but she refused? >_>;  I thought it would be a good idea.)

Ok

(I hate it too. XD)

It was a beautiful night.  Not cold or warm, and most of the streets were empty. 

She had short Raven hair that didn't even reach her ears, much like a tomboy look, with streaks or red in it.  Her piercing emerald gaze was looking around for a good place for either subs or Chinese foor.

She was very skinny and tall, wearing two inch higheeled boots, and black jeans.  She had a black silk turtleneck on, making her look even more slender.

"Man, why do AI always get the feeling I'm being followed...?"  She muttered, looking around, not seeign anything, so she continued, hands in her pockets. 

"Because you are," A voice whispered into her ear, smirking. He was gone before he could be seen, but naturally his shadow followed her's.

"So where are you going to eat?" He whispered. 

Trenton raised an eyesbrow, the whisperign ticklign her a little.  The voice sounded a little farmiliar, but it had been too long sicne the last time she heard it, so she just *censored*umed it may have been a crazy stalker...Maybe not.

"It's none of your buisnes, but the nearest place for Subs....I was hoping for somethign a little more romantic, but I haven't anyone to spend such a lovely afternoon on,"  She said with a smirk, not even botherign to try and look for where the voice was eminating, and just continued walking.

"I can fix that," A voice pointed out, appearing ten yards away, under the shade of an oak tree. There was something off about him, the way his image blurred a bit upon being glanced at, the way his shadows were too dark.

"It's been a while," another voice said, a smirk obvious in his tone. He appeared opposite of the other tree, in shadows of his own. The same occurrence applied to him, though it was a little more radical. But, they were so different. Irial's beauty brought made people want to cry. He was menacing yet caring in one stroke of a brush. He semi-long midnight black hair ran stark along his pale alabaster skin. His deep black eyes bore no feelings, and they wore a look that made the strongest of men walk away from him. His black outfit consisted of a black unbuttoned button down shirt, a black studded belt, black Levis, and expensive black Italian shoes. Black studs surrounded his ears up to the third hole on each side, while he had a black bar through his left ear. Tattoos ran down his fingers, reading "Veritas" on his left hand that ran down his index finger, and "Aequitas" running down his right hand, in the same place. He also had a a tattoo on his left forearm, a series of black vines wrapping around his arm. In it secretly read "And Shepherds we shall be, for The my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, and our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it every be. En Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti". He had wings tattooed on his back, yet the tattoo somehow did not cover up another tattoo of Jesus on the cross.

Damon bore only one tattoo, which was the ending of Irial's tattoo, on his back. He also wore all black, only a black suit jacket covering his toned abdomen. He was wearing black Levis, a silver studded belt, and the same Italian leather shoes. He bore no piercings, not even his ears. His deep set black eyes were shrouded by his eyes brows, and Raven-colored hair partly covered his forehead in some parts, as he grinnd at Irial.

"I agree." 

"...."  She...Recidnized them it seemed.  At least the one with the tattoo's seemed more liek a very farmiliar face, and someoen she had once falled deeply in love with even, but she didn't even want to try and put her figner on it.

She went from the as$umtion of it beign a stalker to realisation.

"..Oh, that's nice!"   She near snarled, a feeling in the pit of her stomach brewing.  It wasn't quite hate, but it wasn't withotu a reason.  She realised who they were, and wanted nothign to do with them anymore.  One in particular.  She immediatly began walkign in the other direction, her appatite spoiling, and her havign no problem with gonig the rest of the rest of the night without eating,  She once went a whole week without eating after she had gone into a terrible depression after the love of her life left her for a life she refused to go to.

(Ugh, hope that works. DX  My ferret is demandign attention, so I had to speed it up!)

((Lol, yeah))

They caught up with her quickly, both grabbing an arm.

"Hey!" They said in unison. "C'mon, don't be that way, babe." Irial added, smirking.

"Back off!"  She growled, quickly ripping her arm from Irial's grip first.  The other one she needed both hands to do the job, then she quickly whirred around to glare at them, mainyl Irial.

"And who is he, Irial, somethign else you neglected to tell me or soemthign completely diffirent?"  She growled at the man, throguh gritted teeth, bittign down so hard she was hurting her teeth.

"You really do have soem nerve tryign to talk to me, you know that, right?"

"I know I do, love." Irial smirked. His smirk lit up his whole face, making him even more beautiful. "Calm down."

"I'm Damon Salvatore," Damon said, extending his hand out to her. "Though, this isn't the first time we've met."