( 600th post. )

"Nothing." He grinned. "So lets. When?"

Josh growled, "I never said I was going to threaten them, hurt them or even talk to him. I have my ways, and my ways I have." He shook his head, looking at the sky. "You know, they are right. It doesn't matter if I'm going somewhere else on the fullmoon. I'm still hurting somebody, somwhere. It's no different if I was staying."

He muttered, "You know what Erin? Go make up with your little silver-haired friend. Tell him that I snuck up on you, and that I persuaded you to stay with me. He'll believe you. He wants to." His eyes were focused on the ground. "You're a lot safer with him. And I don't think it's wise for you to be aquainted with me when I'm turned in. 

Josh rose his voice a little, and it wavered, "Maybe I should just turn myself in." He cleared his throat, voice husky with emotion, "I mean, it'd be a lot easier, and I'm sure they'd be a little more flexable on my death punishment. Maybe they'd let me die without torture."

(( LOL. I SO wanna be post #666 8DDDD -has weird thoughts- ))

Charlotte stood up, blushing a little, and glanced at her fork. She set a twenty on the table and looked back at Derek. "Coming?" she teased, smiling a little. "Come on, let's go."

Josh brought his hand up to his cheek, more in surprize than pain. He narrowed his eyes and watched her walk away, grinding his teeth in silence. "fine," he snapped. "I don't need you. I don't need anybody." He turned around and started to walk away from where Erin was heading, eyes blazing.

The stinging in his cheek mimicked the stinging in his eyes, but he brushed the pain away like he'd learned to long ago. He shoved his hands in his pockets and continued to stalk down the street, not bothering to hide his eyes. Why bother?

He took a sharp turn right, and started into a brisk jog. This was the street he lived on. His sharp eyesight could already pick up his litte house; it's light gray paint and darker roofing. Not home; but his house. He hovered outside his door for a moment, confused. Go inside, straight up to his room? Talk to his father? Go back and find Erin; her scent was still fresh, wasn't it?

His mind spun in confusing circles as he stood there, eyes closed. When he finally opened them, his breathing was harsh. He pushed open the door, and walked inside. "Dad?" The house was silent, and cold, showing no signs of life. Except for the sharp, salty scent that was hung in the air.

Blood.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow, and walked up to him. She was puzzled. "Yes?"

( Bed time D: )

"Never been better," Charlotte mumbled, breathing in through her nose. Her stomach was feeling light and fluttery, but it wasn't a bad feeling; it was something she could very well get used to. For some reason, her mind pointed out that she'd only met Derek yesterday. But she didn't care; it felt like forever ago.

{ Jace needs to do something with Angel. o3o }