She glared.  "..Maybe once or twice...."  She said, then glared back at Irial.

"And what, pray tell, do you have the guts to come over here and tell me?  I know your fully capable of doign anythign you had to do alone.  Oh, do oyu want to usde me again?"  She questioned, crossing her arms.

"God, I've missed you...." She thoguth to herself, the thought being so much more negative from how she seemed.  Of course she wanted to kill the man, but knew she couldn't, and didn't want to try.

"I never meant to use you. And I see you sill have the tattoo that connects us together." Irial said slowly, awe spread across his face.

"I heard that," Damon mused, though not hurting her by telling Irial what she had thought.

((The tattoo looks like this and is across her back. Dark Court faeries can mix their blood and tears *literally* to make ink for tattoos. Irial's has wings, and she can sometimes feel herself covered in soft down in times of need, a sign he still cares.))

 http://www.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/large/9/9780061691799.jpg

Trenton relaxed a little, looking down, and when Daemon mentioned it, she shot a glare at him.

"It's none of your damn buisines what I think...."

She turned back to him.

"So what if I do?  Maybe I did miss you, a little.  But if you think I'll let you walk away from me again without so much as a goodbye kiss, then your dead wrong!"  She said, then calmed back down.

"What exactly do you need?"  She questioned.  She wasn't sure why he was here, but even she had to admit she was thrilled, right now, and even thought her mood was slithly downed due to the vampire's presence, she wasn';t oging to just let him leave her like he had done.  She still loved him as much as she did before....

(My alternate Arkham Asylum RP is ready~)

((K))

(You still on?)

Irial chuckled lightly, grabbing her arm.

"I need you." He said, dangerously close as he let his words tickle her lips, centimeters from kissing her. 

(Yes, damn it, and I intend to the whokle damn night. >D)

She honestly didn't knwo what to think at first.

"...I thought I did too, but you ended up breaking my heart....Would you do it again if...?"  She questioned, not movign away or struggling out of the hold.  Her heart skipped a beat, and beated a little faster when he had grabbed her, she didn't feel in any danger.

((Lol.))

"No, not like that. I mean I need you." 

She smiled widely.

"Knew you wanted something from me,"  She said.  She hated playing games with him, and rarely just went along with what he said, but now that she's sure she might as well have gotten rid of that tattoo, her eyes lacked the dull feature they held moments ago when she way trying to figure him out.

"Whaddaya want?" She questioned.

"Figured....This is going to be an interesting night if nothing else...."

"How about we just hang out for a while?" Irial and Damon questioned, smirking.

"We don't have to jump right into things. Especially since I don't need you yet." 

"Ned me yet, for what?  Are we getting back to me going with you?"  She questioned, tilting her head, then looked at Daemon, then back at Irial.

Irial gave Damon a look, the shake of his head unnoticed.

"Just, think about now, not later." 

She smirked. "Right...I'll do that,"  She said, then turned around and continued walking.

"I'm gonig home.  Nice seeing you,"

She smirked. "Right...I'll do that,"  She said, then turned around and continued walking.

"I'm gonig home.  Nice seeing you,"

She rolled her eyes.

"Persistant, aren't cha?  Well, I know for a fact, unless given permission, that vampire cannot go into my home,"  She sighed, going down the same street as her house, only instead of going into her house, she went to the door right next to it, and knocked on the door.

"Yes?"  There was the sound of dog barking, and a woman's voice.

"Kris, ya there?" She asked.

"Trenton?!  Of course!"  The door opeend, and she was nearly pulled in.

"I haven't seen you in a couple days!  How have you been?"  She asked.  She was tall and skinny like Trenton, only she had long mid-back lenght red hair, and brown eyes.

"I wanted to say hi,"  She laughed.  "Boyfriend trubles?  as said, if your lookign for a guy, you need to go to a nice place!"  She laughed.

"No, I am not lookign for a boyfriend, Kristiene.  I actually ran into an Ex, if you would believe that,"  She said plopping on the couch.

"Ohhh, tell me!"  "No, I'm not,"  She smirked, running a hand through her hair.  It was so short, it was almost considered a boy's haircut.

"Awww!"  She smiled. 

Irial's raspy whisper laughed right next to her ear.

"And I know for a fact that if I enter your house and invite him in, he can come and go as he pleases." He grinned. 

"Oh, so your gonig to break into my house and invite a stranger?  Why don't you throw a party while your there, Irial?"

"Trent?"  "What, Kris?"  Trenton almost snapped.  "You seem a little angry, somethign wrong?"  "..Nah, just paranoid.....I guess...Sorry,"  She smiled.

"Nah, it's okay.  Let's say I get soem chips, dip, and we throw a party.  I can even call soem cute guys over~"  She said convincingly.

"Actually, I already have a couple of guys I'm dealign with...Maybe after I get that resolved.  Right nwo, I just need some girl time, before I face them,"  She chuckled.

"Okay,"  She said getting up and leaving obviously to get the chips and salsa.

"I wonder if she still has pepsi...."  She thought to herself.

"That's a good idea," Irial laughed, his voice tinkling like small bells.

((Phail.)) 

"I even remembered your favorate, Trent, Pepsi!"  Kris said, then all she saw was the door closing.  'Trenton..?"  She asked, walking over to the coffee table and sittign down on the couch, setting all the objects she had on the coffee table.

"Damn it, Trenton...What's bothering you.

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She stomped into her house, openign the door she never bothered locking.  She looked at the oddly placed purple couch in the corner of the hallway, and growled.

"I swear to god, Irial, you better not invite him!"  She hissed. "What the hell do you want from me?!"

"Fine, I won't invite him." Irial said, chuckling quietly. "And I just want to reconnect. Damon, go home." He added, glaring at a growling Dmaon.

"Fine..." He muttered, disappearing from sight. 

She crossed hwer arms, glarign at him.

"'Reconnect'?  How so?  I s'pose you don't mean catchign up during a movie,"  She said, lookign around as if to make sure the other had really gone.