::Gabriel Cross:: Like The Way It Hurts

[Isabella Anne Matthews]

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As much as she stated that she was used to being a werewolf...she still hated the days after the full moons. Last night's had been fairly bad as the wolf was extremely wound up. She didn't know if it was because of the weather, the fact that she had been insanely busy recently...or...because it had met another wolf. Not that she hadn’t meant other werewolves in the past but it was never made to known like it was yesterday that she was one as well. She had a feeling that the wolf had been mad that she had not been allowed to spend time with the other wolf because the wolf the night before hadn’t been pleased at all about being locked up. You would think she would be used to it by now as she had never gotten to be free on a full moon...yet last night was particularly brutal.

Groaning as she awoke she took the night to look at the damage she had done to herself...well...the damage the wolf had done to her she should say. Luckily the bars on the cage held out as well as the steel door on the storage unit. She was extremely thankful that there were only a dozen or so storage units in the facility and the manager left at like 3:00 every day. It had taken a bit of research but she was lucky enough to find it. Thank god for the internet, that was all she was saying.

Reaching out with one arm she was able to get the key and unlock herself from her cage. Once situated she then put a pair of sweats on and opened the steel door of the storage unit. Taking a look quickly around she bolted the door after she had exited and walked out quietly, not wanting to alert anyone should they be around that she had essentially slept in her unit...that simply brought on questions that she didn't need asked. Once out she let out a sigh of relief and headed straight to her bike, not realizing until too late that she was limping a bit. She didn't even want to guess what she looked like; though from the feelings invoked in her she had a feeling she could take a guess.

Pulling into her driveway she rushed upstairs, walking inside and heading straight to the bathroom. Taking a look at her reflection she groaned, Jesus she wasn't at all pretty this morning. Jumping into the shower helped but not as much as she wished. She still had shadows under her eyes, a cut on her cheek and bruises up and down her arms and legs. Well, that was going to be tricky to cover up. Not that she necessarily had to but her parents were out of town for the next week or so and she hadn’t done any grocery shopping or anything at all so she would have to suck it up and deal with it.

Walking over to her closet she stood briefly before grabbing a few items. Dressing today was going to be a challenge as she wanted to attempt to cover up the majority of the bruises without actually covering up anything since it was the late spring and it was too warm to have on long sleeves. If anyone should see her now she'd look like she just walked away from a car accident or was in a very bad relationship...neither did she want to answer questions about. Once dressed she rode her motorcycle quickly towards the coffee shop, walking in and listening to the bell on the top of the door ring.

This would definitely be interesting.

Word Count:: 632
Tag:: Gabriel Anthony Cross
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The nights events had been wonderful..He had never felt so free as he did last night. Yet.. as he run wild among his fellow wolves, and howled at the full moon. Gabriel couldn't shake the fact that he felt as though something was missing. It had never actually occurred to him before until last night, but something had been lacking.. an emotion perhaps? a feeling? He didn't know, nor could he place his finger on it. Yet still, Gabriel had run with the wolves and allowed the moon to caress his blackened fur, however one particular being had been on his mind, despite the fact he had somewhat lost himself during his run. That person, and that single thought had belonged to Isabella.. there was something about her, that called him to her.. that enticed and excited him. A part of him had to have her, and had to have her want him. Perhaps this was the Alpha wolf within him, having discovered another kindred spirit?

Whatever it was, it was not a feeling or a thought he was used to, and for most part he didn't like it. In fact.. he almost wished to blame the girl for what he felt, despite how irrational that was. That morning, having woken up within a patch in the forest, Gabriel had casually called his butler to pick him up and with it bring him extra clothes.. it never hurt to be prepared for the night. Which had been why he had stripped his clothes from him and tied some of it around his ankle and thus waited for the transformation. The transformation it's self was becoming a lot easier.. there were times he was very nearly capable of triggering his transformation, although he had never truly gone through with it. The part the bothered him the most about those select few nights, was the moons heat... with each passing day it grew stronger and stronger, and the need to.. have someone grew, thankfully he had certain... friends that helped with his need, and thankfully such deeds were carried out a majority of the time whilst he remained human.

Naturally sexual frustration was a given, but under the moons heat.. never had he experienced such.. need and desire. It was a strange sensation that he had yet to get used to, in fact he blamed this small infatuation with Isabella partly on the moons calling, he had only just met the girl for Christ sake! it was simply impossible to grew this.. intrigued with a female this quickly.. and never... had he wanted something so bad, that he wished to call his own. Hours had passed, in which he had dressed and washed... thankful that it was a weekend, Gabriel decided to stop of at the local coffee shop, a place where he often ordered a take away coffee, usually before work.. but something felt different, he felt restless to say the least like he was not yet satisfied or content. At any rate, having driven himself to the local shop (much to his bodyguards dismay) Gabriel elegantly climbed out of his car, with his head held high he walked into the shop as the bell chimed softly above the door.

Approaching the counter, the woman.. perhaps late teens smiled, her teeth were pristine, yet she wore more products on her face than he had ever seen in a shop, her name was Rebecca a fellow student and school. Alas.. he had heard of her reputation. Nodding curtly to the female he offered her a slow smile, only to see her cheeks flush the same colour as her recently dyed hair. "Afternoon, Rebecca. I shall have my usual." He stated, once again his voice lacked manners. Gabriel demanded and never asked. Faintly a soft flutter behind him, caught his attention.. the hairs along his neck was raised, and the wolf inside him, growled lowly. Glancing over his shoulder he spotted the source of commotion. Isabella.

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[Isabella Anne Matthews]

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Once off her bike she removed her helmet, patting down her hair to make sure she didn't have 'helmet hair'. Her usual curly locks were straight as a board today, simply as it made her hair look longer thus giving her more cover. She was not a fan of the days after full moons as she always felt completely wiped out. She needed the cover, or her 'armor' as Masen used to call it, to make it through the days. It was actually one of their jokes from the second or third full moon that she went through that she felt completely exposed…so he brought her a long sleeve shirt, a pair of hiking boots, a pair of jeans, and a headband that she could put around her neck, thinking he was being funny. It actually really helped and from then on being completely covered as her ‘armor’.

Looking down at her outfit she couldn't help but allow a small fond smile grace her lips in remembrance, she had carried over the tradition of her armor well. She looked fairly casual compared to her usual look, though she was still herself while still being covered up. Her dark blue jeans covered up the scars on her legs, along with the black lace flats that she had. She usually would have worn a pair of sandals with how bad the wolf had been last night she couldn't chance anyone asking about the cuts on her ankles and feet. Her black tank top while usually not covering up much worked well with her dark blue sweater that was light enough to not make her ungodly hot but at the same time covering up for the most part all her bruises. Unfortunately the sweater was only three quarters length which meant it stopped a few inches above her wrist so if someone looked hard enough they could see scratches and bruises but she doubted anyone would look that hard.

Opening up her seat she pulled out her one missing component. On full moons she always carried this huge 'Love Pink' bag. It had an extra change of clothes in it as there were times where she wouldn't have time to get home in time to grab clothes. Also had a first aid kit which had everything in it from Tylenol, bandages, gauze, alcohol wipes, etc. Also she had an extra phone charger, extra flip flops, shower stuff, the works. It was fairly ridiculous to have with her at all times but eh, she couldn't help it. However at the moment it also had her wallet and such with her, hence her bringing it into the coffee shop.

She made her way into the bookstore with also doubled into a coffee shop, grateful for the low traffic since she didn't have to worry about too many people seeing her. Then again she doubted that anyone she knew would be here since those her age tended to prefer video games and computers to books, however that just wasn't her. Ordering a tea, not coffee, she paid for it quickly and made her way into the corner, her back to it, her eyes towards the rest of the cafe' however she looked down, sipping her tea for a brief moment before pulling out a book, one that read ‘Romeo and Juliet’ on the front and started from the beginning though she knew it by heart. It was one of the few classics she liked and since it had been assigned for school she figured another read through wouldn’t hurt.

Feeling eyes on her she looked up and locked eyes with none other than Gabriel Cross, though she only allowed her eyes to meet his for a moment before looking back down at her book, her ears burning as a blush spread through her.

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Tag:: Gabriel Anthony Cross
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Be it chance or fate, he couldn't quite decide, yet the very fact that Isabella was here could be no coincidence in his opinion. Despite the fact that a small part of him relished in the idea of spending some time with her, and out of school time for that matter excited him, further more.. he could not deny the deep yearning of desire caused by the moon's heat. Today was certainly going to prove to be some what of a challenge. Paying for his coffee he picked up two sugars. He preferred black coffee, he could never understand the English and their need to put milk with it. With a newspaper tucked under his arm, Gabriel made his way directly towards Isabella before he could even consider leaving. It was very rare that Gabriel would go out of his way to speak with someone.. damned moon! he silently cursed. Setting his mug down, he pulled out the chair opposite and spoke, his voice was softer than usual, yet still held that edge of power and dominance.

"This seat is not taken?" he half stated and question, he found it odd that she would be alone.. not that he was complaining of course, had she been with company it would not of made any difference to the string of events. Due to the fact that it was out of school time, today he wore simple clothes, yet clothes that spoke of his taste in design. He wore a simple long sleeved shirt of shorts that he had rolled back to his elbow, along with dark denim jeans and pristine shoes. Despite his casual out look, he still dressed to impress, and still continued to radiate off that sense of power along with authority. Taking the seat, without waiting for a reply, he emptied the sugar into his drink and stirred it. There was a silence that settled between them, but one that spoke volumes.

The air around them felt charged, as if an explosion was due to occur at any moment, as he sipped his drink his grey eyes shifted to Isabella where they remained transfixed for some time before he finally spoke. He had in a sense been judging her.. "Romeo and Juliet, how apt. Such a book has yet to intrigue me, it's sense of purpose is lost on me." He commented, he had never been a fan of romance books. Nor would his opinion change any time soon, what foolish being would kill themselves over the death of a loved one? Sipping his coffee, he frowned. Despite the fact he enjoyed a coffee in the morning, it still lacked flavor. Behind the rim of his mug a slow smirk crept across his face, and the wold inside him growled happily, he could see her blush and see how she tried not to look at him. Yes.. at that moment he had decided he wanted her.. due to the moon or not, he knew that it was she that the wolf inside him demanded and what he wanted, he always got.

Lowering his mug, he sat back contently within the chair as he studied her. "How was your run last night? eventful I hope? " he commented, cautious as to what words he used, not that anyone was around to listen. Glancing over her in that moments his eyes flashed to her wrists, where he caught a glance of scratches. "hm" he mused, "Eventful indeed." He chuckled, lowly. It had been the first time in some while that he had chuckled.. the odd sense of relaxation crept over him, however he was quick to adjust himself, with a brief frown. Such strange emotions did he feel.

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[Isabella Anne Matthews]

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She continued to stare at the words on the paper in front of her, trying unsuccessfully to absorb the words that were written on the pages in front of her. Romeo standing underneath a balcony calling to Juliet, Juliet replying. None of it even was remotely comprehended as she simply stared at the black text on white paper. She could feel his eyes boring into her but she desperately trying to ignore it. She wasn’t really sure why he was bothering to stare at her as she was nothing special in her opinion but then again she didn’t have the nerve to ask.

Apparently she had absorbed more than she thought she had as his voice, velvet and comforting, yet at the same time amused and demanding, broke her out of her thoughts and made her jump, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment before falling down to her book again, comprehending that he was asking if the seat was taken, though it wasn't much of a question, more like a statement. Before she could reply he sat down and she simply nodded anyway, alerting him (not that he needed it) that she was indeed alone. She wasn’t sure what it was about him that made her so weary, yet at the same time intrigued, but it was there, more than it had been the day before.

Isabella rarely stepped up to the plate when it came to banter but insulting some of her favorite books definitely allowed her to find her back bone so to speak and she shot him a look, one that was almost wounded. "I guess I am a sucker for a tragic love story." She stated simply, though her eyes shown with fire as she thought about someone wanting to put down a classic such as Romeo and Juliet. “It fascinates me in a world of evil and hate, that a love can blossom in the strangest of places…and then it can end just as quickly.” She stated before realizing what she was saying and allowing her eyes to drift away, not wanting to stare at him for too long. He intimidated her, that much was clear. Granted she was easily intimidated but he more so than most made her feel like a floundering fool, and it wasn’t a feeling that she particularly liked. Yet the thought of telling him to take a hike struck fear and sadness into her heart.

She heard his question but didn’t reply, not really understanding what he meant about a run. He had said the same thing the day before and yet today it struck out. It seemed as if he meant while she was a wolf but that didn’t make any sense. Did he run while in wolf form? Surely not. Did he not care about hurting others as she constantly feared? Or had he found a way to make sure that he didn’t hurt others…though she doubted there was such a way. “Run?” She asked with a shiver, moving her arms closer to her as if to hide the scratches from his viewpoint. These were the smallest ones yet they were still painful. “I don’t run…at least not on these particular three nights.” She stated. “These were done by the same one that resides in me…because I wouldn’t allow it out.” She stated, trying to stay vague yet answering as truthfully as possible.

Word Count:: 619
Tag:: Gabriel Anthony Cross
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Note:: Sorry it took so long. Got busy with school and work. <3 These two make me smile as they are so different yet it will be interesting to see it play out.

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Oh what fun she would be... The urge and temptation to make her his, seemed even more compelling the more time he spent with her. She was a born submissive, that was obvious from they way she only glanced at him, how her eyes remained down and her posture and body language remained small, perhaps as she deemed herself unworthy of attention. Yes.. she was interesting indeed, and he simply had to have her.. perhaps tonight? Was that too soon? perhaps so he didn't know, but she would run with him tonight, that much he was certain of. He'd find away no matter what... Just then however, a shock rippled through his body as she adjusted herself and spoke out in defense. Arching his eyebrow at this he watched her.. she had fire.. something he had not seen for some time.. Yet, as she displayed it now, Gabriel's interest peaked again and for the moment he was left questioning. What was so special about her? so special that he found the need to know her, the need to have her.

I guess I am a sucker for a tragic love story. had been her only reply. Apparently so, he of course had never been in love nor wanted to be, there was simply far to many complications involved for him to comprehend, and what was with that need to buy flowers all the time.. or as he put it.. the whole hearts and flowers, part of a relationship. From there, Isabella continued; she seemed most set in her belief and her optimism was almost sickening. How could anyone find true happiness out of three simple words. Words that he refused to speak and had never once spoken. He simply could not understand it. At her string of comments he couldn't help but argue.
"Perhaps.. Yet I see no happiness in love, when the result will always end in chaos or sadness.. to people honestly insist on living a lie, and awaiting that one moment of sadness?" He shook his head, he would certainly not stand for it, which was why, whatever relationships he had were strictly business.

The conversation swiftly danced back and forth between 'romance' and wold talk.
Run? I don’t run…at least not on these particular three nights. Came her reply to which he barely wished to believe, she did not let loose? She did not give into the pleasure and excitement that came with being free? This was something that would indeed have to change, and would change if he had something to say about it.
"Hm.. modesty and masochistic tendencies are certainly not your style." he commented, as his lips slowly crept up into a smirk of sorts, lowering his cup he glanced down, his expression was of a somewhat playful nature as his finger idly, and erotically to some extent trailed around the rim of his mug.

"Tonight Miss Matthews.. you will run with me." It was a demand more then a question, one that he hoped she would accept without a fight. "Allow me at least one night to show you the benefits of being what you are, and the freedom that it allows. trust me-" he purred somewhat before continuing "- I know exactly what you need.. and after tonight you shall indeed see the night through my eyes." He commented, he was determined to show her the joy of running with wolves, despite the difference between them. A wolf recognized it's Alpha.. hopefully the same could easily be said for Isabella.. that she in time would recognize that he was the Alpha. He was in control, and no one else.

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[Isabella Anne Matthews]

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“That’s sad Mr. Cross.” She stated simply, the fire in her eyes still there though even when defending herself she was still respectful, unless someone really upset her. While she may be quiet and for the most part unassuming, that was not to mean that she wouldn’t speak her mind when the need called for it. She had learned the hard way that while yes, being quiet did get you some place in the world, it also gave those out there the ability to walk all over you and that was not something she was willing to allow to happen, not again.

“I understand why you would think that someone could not find happiness in love, but it’s sad that you are set in that decision. After all, why bother with relationships or anything of the sort if you do not believe that one day you will find someone that you love more than life itself?” She asked before continuing, her eyes on his for the first time for more than a few seconds. “After all, you love your parents don’t you? Your siblings should you have any? What’s to mean you won’t find someone that you want to protect above all others, you want to cherish and at the same time someone to be your partner? Would you rather be alone for the rest of your life than to share it with someone else?” She asked, before remembering herself and dropping her head down, her ears burning as she felt the soft pink blush spread across her body in embarrassment.

“Sorry sir, it’s none of my business.” She stated softly, hating how she felt strong one minute and then weak the next.

She saw the confusion on his face when she stated that she would not on the three nights of the full moon, the one before, the full moon itself and the one after. She knew that a lot of werewolves allowed themselves to be themselves however she didn’t want to hurt anyone. “Modesty yes, I am modest but then again I don’t truly believe I have anything to be modest about.” She stated before shaking her head. “No sir, I am not masochistic…I just do not want to hurt anyone and that’s the reason that I have not run before. I would never forgive myself should I ever get loose and hurt or change someone’s life irrevocably like mine was when I was so young…” She stated simply, remembering how it felt at such a young age, a young age where you are already growing and changing in ways that don’t make sense…but to also change in another way, it was terrible and yet back then she had her brother. Now she had no one.

She saw his finger trail around his bug and she blushed, thinking about what that finger could do to..NO! Good lord, he was her principal...what the hell was the matter with her? She didn't know if it was just her or if it was him as well but there was a current there, something that she could feel and a small part of her hoped he could feel it too. Her breath hitched as he ordered her to run with him. "Sir..." She trailed off, her eyes on his once again as she pleaded, though for what she didn't know. She wanted it, she wanted to let go, to let someone else make the decision, and she felt like it would be fine...until she hurt someone. It would be her claws and her teeth, no one else's...and that was really what was holding her back. "I want too." She whispered before her eyes fell down to her lap once again. "But I don't want to hurt anyone."

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Tag:: Gabriel Anthony Cross
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Note:: I love these two. Just saying.

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That’s sad Mr. Cross. That was sad? Gabriel didn't know whether to be shocked by such bluntness, or angry. Who gave her the right to judge him? She didn't have any right.. yet despite the fact he was certainly her better and alpha, she insisted on arguing. That trait among all things intrigued him.. it was new.. and certainly a large surprise. Then, she begun to argue her point, in retaliation to his comment, oh she did have fire.. he always did like a woman with a bit of flame.. they made for an interesting challenge. One, that he would certainly try, and one that he would most defiantly win. Gabriel always won. There it was the L word.. the very thought of it made his stomach churn, in which he lightly wriggled his nose in mild disgust. He never did like the word, nor what it stood for. It held no purpose in his life, and it was not something he wished to partake in.

"Me? Oh no, my dear Isabella.. I have no intention of falling in.. love.. I am strictly business.." he stated, as he gave a small somewhat playful smirk, and flashed it her way. "I am quite content with my life as it is, and do not wish for complications when it comes to love.. there are far to many emotions involved, and a large amount of that time is spent wallowing in self pity, insecurities and essentially heart break. Now I don't know about you, Miss Matthews, but I have no intention of doing that." He stated firmly, he never did understand the point of doting on another, and giving the other gifts. As she met his eyes, his eyes narrowed slightly.. fire burned within him at that moment, the moon's heat burned through him with such intensity, that he was so very tempted to take her there, and to have her on the table. Alas.. he didn't think that would go down to well with the customers...

Love? What was it with her obsession about love? Loving his parents and siblings.. perhaps.. although he rarely spoke to them.. and often tried to avoid them at all costs. He was not the family type of person who enjoyed visiting, or spending time with his family if he could help it. Then Isabella went on about protecting those around him and close to him. To an extent he cared.. namely for his maid and butler.. they were wonderful employee's not to mention friends. Yes, Gabriel Cross did have friends. Yet, the very idea didn't sound at all too appealing, in reply he waved a somewhat dismissive hand before taking a sip of his tea for a moment then lowering it. "Why waste your day looking after and worrying about someone? when there are far more important things to be dealing with?" He argued "Besides.. I do not dote on.. I control, there is no equality" At her question he smirked, behind the rim of his cup.

"Oh, I am not alone.. I have.. few who would provide me with exactly what I require." He stated, as he took another slow lingering sip. His lips purposefully kissing the rim of the mug, in an elegant and erotic fashion as he drank. Soon enough, she dropped her head and once again adverted her eyes. Arching his eyebrows he tilted his head a fraction. "Nothing to be modest about? Oh my dear Bella...You are certainly a woman of unique beauty.. with a body most.. tangible." He mused with a suggestive smirk, as his eyes surveyed her. His grey depths burned with such intensity.. the desire and heat he felt evident. Gabriel was no fool.. he too could see the desire she felt.. perhaps even smell it.. her breath had hitched and such a sound did wonders to him.

Gabriel, could hear her hesitation and reluctance but it was not something he was allowing, she would run with him, and that was that. Catching her gaze a second time he merely looked towards her, he had left no room for argument. "Miss Matthews.. You will be running with me tonight, I insist" he stated, and then hearing her voice her concern he smirked slowly, his lips curling up into a crooked smile. "Well.. we won't allow that, we can't have you on the loose now can we hm? Don't worry.. I will take perfect care of you." He purred with amusement.

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She pulled her sweater closer to her, trying to stave off the chills she suddenly felt with the look in his eyes. He clearly didn’t like the fact that she was challenging his opinion but she didn’t care. There were very few things that she would stand up for however love was one of them. She wasn’t expecting to fall in love herself at this point in her life because she didn’t think she was strong enough to stand the ups and downs of it…however she also knew herself well enough to know that if she did fall in love, she’d find the strength to fight for it somehow.

So hearing that he had no interest in love for some reason sent a pang through her heart though she didn’t know why. It could be because she actually cared about most people so she didn’t want to see anyone alone even if they said that they wanted to be. Yet something pulled at her heart strings…something else entirely. Maybe it was the weird electric energy that she could feel even now flowing between them, maybe it was the way that if she looked deep enough into his eyes she saw hurt, pain and loneliness that she doubted anyone else truly knew about, or maybe it was something else entirely. Either way she didn’t want him to dismiss the thought of love… for some reason it felt as if him dismissing love from his life was dismissing the thought of love from hers as well. It didn’t make any sense to her but that was how she felt.

Hearing that he was only interested in business made more chills go up her spine, yet they weren’t from the air conditioner inside the room, no, it was from the cool way that he lived his life. She knew that realistically she had no reason to judge him but at the same time she felt as if he would be much happier opening up to a few more people. Maybe she didn’t know everything about his life or what it entailed being that he did have a larger than most lifestyle…but she just felt as if only caring about business…and whatever else that entailed (she probably really didn’t want to know at that point) but it just sounded empty. Why she cared so much she didn’t know but it was something she would examine later, in private.

The fact that he controlled didn’t surprise her…and while most women would find it rude or stifling…she found herself actually being drawn to him a little more. Not that she wanted every aspect of her life to be controlled because she didn’t…but having someone make the harder decisions in life would definitely be a load off of her mind. She wanted to smack herself quickly as she thought it…what was she thinking? He said that he liked to control, not that he wanted to control her! Besides, would she really let someone control her who had no interest in a romantic relationship? Were the two mutually exclusive? She clearly didn’t’ know.

A weird feeling ripped through her as he mentioned people who would provide him with what he desired. Was this jealousy she was feeling? Surely not. Why would she be jealous? He was just her headmaster. Her headmaster who was demanding that she run with him tonight but that was besides the point. What did it matter what he did in his free time? It shouldn’t…but in some ways it did. She bit her lip as a blush stained her cheeks when he stated that she had a unique beauty. She assumed that was a good thing but either way it embarrassed her. What was this feeling that she felt developing deep inside her, her stomach clenched as she watched his suggestive smirk rise on his lips and for a moment she felt the desire to do...something...though what it was she didn't know.

She should resist...she should tell him no thank you, stand up and walk away...but she couldn't. His eyes drew her in, his demands lit a small fire in the pit of her stomach, and her body clenched in anticipation. "Yes sir." She whispered, surrendering to him in that moment...maybe even more than she was aware of.

Word Count:: 739
Tag:: Gabriel Anthony Cross
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Note:: This is gonnna be funnnnn.

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As he allowed her a brief moment to ponder her reply, which he knew would be a yes, should it be anything else then stern words would certainly be shared. He glanced briefly to his watch.. 12:30? surely time had not passed that quickly? that was impossible? he had been in here a mere few moments? Yet as he lifted his gaze towards the clock upon the wall the two times matched. Well.. there had gone his morning, none the less he certainly wasn't about to complain.. each moment spent with Isabella, was a moment closer to 'having' her entirely. Returning his gaze back towards her, it was then that he saw that brief glimpse..her teeth had snagged onto her bottom lip.. in a way that looked so delectable it send tremors racing through him. No one.. no one could be that sexy without realizing it. In response his breath heightened a fraction. Oh did he want her.. more than he had ever wanted a being before.. such lush plush lips that left so much to his imagination. At any rate, his eyes narrowed.. why? why did she have to be so.. enticing? "Don't bite your lip." He stated flatly, his tone was some what cold, as he struggled to hide the sudden desire he felt.. yes, it was entirely due to the moon's heat. It just had to be.

Yes sir. She whispered, finally the reply he had been waiting for.. an answer to both of his demands. The very way in which sir.. slide from her lips only continued to provoke the hungry beast within him. Sir.. he certainly loved that sound, a word that many other woman had used before her, one that spoke of power to him, and heightened their submissive nature. Bella, Bella was a submissive, he could see that now and what a fine submissive she would make..
"Good girl" He praised, his tone a soft purr as his lips spread once again into a crooked smile in faint amusement. "Hm, seeing as you will be running with me later, I see no harm in making a day out of it. Come, I shall take you to lunch I know the perfect place, Have you had seafood before?" " He questioned as he rose elegantly to his feet, having finished the rest of his tea. Before he then gestured for her to lead the way out of the cafe. Naturally he left her with no option but to obey, for that was after all who he was, what he was and he would have it no other way. He did so hope she liked seafood, if not then there were of course other food options, yet he was quite penchant to the occasional oyster or two.

After she had risen to her feet, Gabriel placed a tip upon the table before ushering Isabella out, his hand naturally out of habit lingered just over her lower back in order to guide her out. "I suggest my car.. Yet I presume you have your own transport? If that is the case, leave it here. I shall have it secured and taken back to yours, should you wish?" He suggested, yet half told her as to what his plans where. With that said he gestured to his silvery/black (currently open topped) Audi R8 Spyder When they were eventually under way, and after what had been a mere 20 minutes within the car, Gabriel pulled up out side a rather large building which was a smaller replica of a building back home in Seattle. None the less it would do, the food was of a high quality and the wine was of expensive taste. Similar to his own taste. Stepping out of the car, he rounded the front only to open the door for Isabella, shutting it softly behind her he once again out of habit.. and perhaps a display of his.. protective nature coupled with his possessive streak led her towards the entrance his had this time, resting lightly upon her lower back. Gabriel of course could not help but cast his eyes across the streets, Despite the fact she was not his yet.. he'd like to make it clear to most that he had every intention of making her his.

Once inside, they were greeted by a rather fine looking blond, her legs long and elegant as she wore a skirt that complimented her figure (which she of course knew) Upon greeting him by last name, Gabriel nodded, without so much as a hello before he continued to direct Isabella towards the lift, a lift that would lead to the top floor of the building, where the restaurant with a some what splendid view was. Once inside the elevator, his hand dropped from her back as it hit the 2nd floor button.

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She was surprised and it showed when he ordered her in a cold tone not to bite her lip. She released it immediately before shooting him a questioning look. Sure he hadn’t been all warm and fuzzy but he hadn’t exactly been cold either, at least not since she had stumbled into his office yesterday in order to ask for his permission for that ridiculous community service assignment. The need for permission suddenly became clear to the brunette teen and a part of her was horrified to think that he treated all of his students like he was currently talking to her. No, she refused to think like that.

At least for the time being.

“I’m sorry sir, I wasn’t aware that I was biting my lip…however I do know that I do it often in an unconscious habit so if you don’t mind me asking what offends you about me biting my lip?” She asked softly, wondering if it made her face look deformed or something along those lines as she really couldn’t see the problem with her biting her own lip. What did it hurt him? Then again maybe it was just another way to control someone which she could easily see since he had readily admitted that he preferred to be in control.

Hearing the phrase good girl should have been demeaning but she didn’t feel that way in the slightest. She actually felt a small amount of pride for pleasing him which was ridiculous because all she had done was agree to run with him. She knew that she would be a nervous wreck while running as she didn’t want to hurt anyone however something told her that she could trust him, at least in matters of control. With her heart and emotions was another story, but once again she would examine that particular train of thought at a later time.

She was surprised at the way the turn of conversation took as he stated, not asked, that they would be going to lunch and then motioned for her to lead the way out of the café. She did so without question, though a lot of that was more confusion than anything and she stood up, wincing as she did as her wounds from the night before made themselves known again. She would definitely need to take some more Advil after lunch or else she’d be miserable for the rest of the day.

She waited not so patiently for him to follow her out of the café and listened as he ordered, not asked, her that they would be taking her car. “That’s okay, I’ll just come back here tomorrow and grab it. If you’ll excuse me for two seconds I need to grab something.” She stated and walked quickly over to her motorcycle and pulled out her bottle of Advil which had fallen out of her purse earlier and slid it in her bag before locking the saddle bags that she had on her motorcycle and walking back towards where Mr. Cross was standing.

She allowed herself to be led towards the passenger side and slid in, glad that the top was down as she usually hated driving in cars that had roughs. She wasn’t sure why but ever since she had been bitten and changed she had preferred the open air rather than being in enclosed spaces. She assumed it was the wolf in her but she never had anyone else to ask so she just chalked it up to one of the mysteries of life and usually didn’t let it bother her much.

Once they arrived at their destination she quickly made to open her door but before she could even get it all the way open Mr. Cross was there, helping her out of the car and then leading her towards the restaurant. His hand along the small of her back lit her with energy but she refrained from letting it show, instead focusing on the task at hand which was to walk inside the restaurant without falling, a feat for her for the most part. Once inside she wasn’t surprised to see a blonde hostess greet them, though her eyes never strayed from the man standing beside her. She was surprised however with the hostility that she felt as she bit her lip unknowingly, not knowing why she felt it or how to calm it down.

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Tag:: Gabriel Anthony Cross
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Motorcycle:: Click here for Izzy’s Motorcycle
Note:: <3 <3 <3

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Isabella seemed unapologetic at that moment, as soon as she had heard his tone, telling her to not bite her lip. She of course asked more questions.. this was to be expected, she seemed a curious girl by nature. Who enjoyed having answers, very well. He supposed he could at least answer that question without too much hassle "If you must know... I do not like biting you lip, for it very much make me want to bite it." He commented, so casually he could of easily been discussing the weather. Naturally, Gabriel knew he was treading on thin ground, the girl was in the eyes of America seen as a minor, and he an adult.

Coupled with the fact he was her principal certainly wouldn't go down to well should others discover his plans. None the less, he would be careful, and no one knew how old she was.. unless they knew her personally. At any rate, he didn't know why he was even thinking about such things.. he had never cared what others thought before and he certainly wasn't about to now. Yet, he knew he would indeed have to be that little bit more cautious, the last thing he wanted was charges against him. Not that, that would be any problem.

As soon as they made it outside, having excused herself he stood watching her, he watched as she made her way over to a motorcycle. She drove that thing? had she of been his submissive at that moment, then he would of certainly had strong words with her. As it was for now, he merely held his tongue, the time would come soon enough. He was sure of it.. Isabella was a born submissive.. she reveled in the idea of pleasing others.. having others tell her what to do.

Gabriel had seen this from very early on, and it had been confirmed a mere few hours ago. When she returned back to him, he gestured the the car, opening the passenger side door for her before shutting it. Only to head around the drivers side and rather casually, in an elegant sophisticated fashion, hop over the door and into his seat, before he started the engine allowing a moment to bask in it's roar, before it purred quietly. Soon enough they were on their way speeding through the streets.

Once arrived, and having escorted her from the car towards the building, he guided her towards the elevator. The doors shut with a soft click behind as the elevator announced it. Suddenly.. the air became thick.. heavy with.. something, something he couldn't work out but it send a fire to creep across his body... it was a wild sensation one that was unpredictable and somewhat scary.. what was it? and how did it have such an affect on him? His hands beside him clenched tightly into fists.. the need to dominate.. and to take was all to consuming, this had never happened to him before.

His breath had hitched up a fraction and his gaze stared at the elevator door.. desire so strong that he had to fight his inner beast, caused chaos for him. His palms felt sweaty, his body felt tense, as if it was ready to explode. Rolling his shoulder, he forced himself to relax, as if that had helped any, he tried in vain no to let his discomfort show, but it was proving harder by the second. Slowly, he cast his eyes sideways towards Isabella, did she feel it too? or was it just him? Judging by the look she bore.. clearly he was not the only one.

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His casual statement about biting her lip took her off guard though a small part of her preened in the knowledge that he had apparently wanted to do something that she herself was only just beginning to think about. She wasn’t sure why but something broke inside her while at the same time something was also put back together and the words flew out of her mouth because she could even begin to register what it was that she was saying and eluding to, especially to someone who had power over her in more than just the physical sense. “So why don’t you?” She asked softly though her head was still bowed, not looking him in the eyes and had it not been for sensitive hearing she doubted he would have even heard her.

The drive over to wherever it was that he was taking her was quiet, though not uncomfortable surprisingly enough. Isabella was used to the quiet as she was always quiet these days, a large contrast to what she had been like before her brother had gone missing. Her whole life had changed the day that the two men from the military had come to inform her parents, who had then informed her, that her brother had run away from the military and was now known as MIA…something that even if he had come back he would have had to deal with and more than likely would have gone to prison.

The wind whipped her hair around and while normal girls would be freaking out about it, she loved it. She was used to it with her motorcycle and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Her sunglasses perched on her face and at the moment should anyone look at the two of them they wouldn’t see a principal and a student, no, they would see two people who looked to be a comfortable couple enjoying a drive together. Though she knew the truth. She knew deep down inside that Mr. Cross wanted something from her, though what it was she had no idea. He liked control, that much was clear, though what did he want control of her for? Did he want an assistant? She doubted it, especially with his comment about biting her lip earlier, though what did that leave? Isabella may be naive in the ways of love but that didn’t mean that she was unintelligent so the fact that she couldn’t draw up even a guess on what he wanted was frustrating her more than she would admit.

Minutes passed, though it could have been hours for all she knew and they were at the restaurant, a nice restaurant that she felt a little uncomfortable being at with how casually she was dressed. Mr. Cross didn’t seem to mind but then again he also seemed to command the attention of everyone so maybe no one would notice her by his side…it was clear that the blonde hostess didn’t, and there it was again, that pang of something that she would call jealousy but she knew that couldn’t be it.

She could feel his arm resting against her back upon leading her to the elevator and the warmth from it lit her entire body on fire, though it was not an unpleasant feeling at all. She heard the ding of the elevators closing and starting to move and she felt her breath become heavy, almost needy. She didn't know what it was that she was feeling but she could feel the electric current going across the space towards where Mr. Cross stood. Her eyes met his and for a moment she felt herself stop breathing, she could clearly see desire in his eyes, desire that she knew was reflected in her own.

Word Count:: 676
Tag:: Gabriel Anthony Cross
Outfit:: Click here for Izzy’s Outfit
Motorcycle:: Click here for Izzy’s Motorcycle
Note:: I’m not at all happy with this post as it was really choppy but I kept getting distracted and just had to continue on with distractions. Sorry love!

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Hearing her comment about why he didn't bite her lip, caused Gabriel to arch his eyebrow, as a slow.. dark smirk of sorts crept across his lips. "Perhaps I will.. later, if your a good girl." he purred, amusement clear in his voice. If she was willing to go down this route, then he certainly was too; in fact Gabriel had already decided what he wanted to do with her tonight. However.. that alone was odd, he rarely wanted something so much, and if anything he usually insisted that they sign..before anything else was to take place. None the less, he was more than willing to play this little game. Oh how he loved games. Time from their flew on, until they had eventually stepped inside the elevator.. with his body on fire he didn't know how much more he could take, his body ached.. his groin ached just as much, he was however thankful that his jumper hid most of his pelvis.

When the elevator doors opened, once again Gabriel's hand rested upon Isabella's lower back, as he guided her out. In truth, he could not of gotten out of that elevator fast enough, the tension and electricity still remained however. Stepping into the restaurant instantly a man approached, he was slender and bean like in comparison to Gabriel, and held a nervous edge about him.
"Hello.. Mr Cross.. Sir, would you like your usual table?" The boy had half muttered, his entire posture had some what shrunk, whilst Gabriel remained tall, his grey eyes 'business like' and indifferent.
"Naturally. Well.. don't stand there, don't you have a table to prepare?" He stated, his tone calm.. there was no emotion too it, yet the meaning was all to clear, the boy nodded quickly and went about organizing the various member's of staff, before returning to them and leading the way.

Following behind the slim boy, Gabriel once again guided Isabella towards the furthest table, secluded away at the back of the room sat a lone both, to which held the small sign reading 'reserved'. Gesturing for Isabella to sit down, Gabriel then followed suit sitting opposite her as the boy placed down two menus. Having offered them something to drink, Gabriel looked towards his menu and paid the boy no attention. "The usual, your finest wine." He stated, as the man disappeared. Casting his gaze over the top of his menu, his grey eyes somewhat softer then before, yet equally as penetrating, Gabriel stated. "I assure you the wine here is exquisite, I would also recommend the fish dishes." He suggested casually before a woman appeared, her face was as red as the lipstick she wore, in which she poured out a small glass. Tasting the fine fruit, Gabriel nodded curtly in approval as the woman topped up his glass and filled Isabella's before disappearing.

Sipping his drink, he folded up the menu. He had already decided what he wanted long before he had even looked at the menu. Placing it down, languidly he sat back in his seat, the muscles beneath his shirt, shifted in reply. Quietly for the moment he sipped his drink enjoying it's fine taste, yet all the while his gaze remained fixed upon Isabella.. his gaze, once again just as heated as it had been in the elevator moments before. Placing his glass down upon the table, his fingers idly trailed along the glass's frame, their movements slow yet light. "Have you chosen? I trust there is something to your liking?" he commented, awaiting her reply to which the waitress returned, pen poised.

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She felt her face turn pink as he commented about biting her lip if she was a good girl. Something about him brought out a more playful side to her which was strange since he didn’t give off a ‘playful vibe’ but she lowered her face yet looked up at him underneath hooded eyelashes. “I’m always a good girl sir.” She stated, her eyes twinkling in the muted lighting of the restaurant, her small pink lips in a soft yet desirable smile. Her hair fell over her shoulder as she looked away from his intense dark eyes, trying to calm her beating heart. What was the matter with her? Why was she speaking this way to not only someone older and clearly more experienced than she was, but to an authority figure over her? Did she want to get thrown out of school?

Mr. Cross’ hand on her back led her out of the elevator and once they were released from the small confines she felt as if she could breathe again, which was strange as she hadn’t realized she had been holding her breath in the first place. Her hands tingled from the electricity in which coursed through her and seemed to lead directly to his hand which was still on the small of her back. Luckily her focus was removed from the current running through her (she thought that maybe, just maybe him too but she didn’t want to be presumptuous) and onto the man who looked as if he’d rather be anywhere but confronting the two of them.

She felt as if the man was perfectly polite yet it didn’t seem as if Mr. Cross was that impressed seeing as he coldly spoke to him as if he should be able to read his mind. She was surprised by this as while yes, a bit standoffish, she had never seen him as rude and yet that right there was what she would call rude. “You don’t have to be so rough.” She stated boldly, though her hands shook a tiny bit as she did so. She didn’t want him to think that she was a pushover because that wasn’t her at all, yet she did find him intimidating to say the least. “He was just doing his job…and it doesn’t surprise me that he was frightened of you. You’re an intimidating man Mr. Cross…anyone can see that.”

She slid gracefully into the chair that he had offered her and took the menu, smiling softly, almost apologetically at the waiter. “May I have a glass of water as well please?” She asked, never having been a huge fan of drinking while eating, though she would have the occasional glass of wine in like minded company. She watched as the boy left and a woman returned, and once again jealousy, as she knew that was now what it was, returned, trying to look alluring though in all actuality she just looked very very…red. She waited with bated breath as Mr. Cross took an soft, almost erotic sip of the wine and she wanted nothing more than her lips to be tasting his rather than his to be tasting the wine.

Wait…WHAT? Okay, clearly she was losing her mind. She really needed to get away from this man as her mental capabilities were being affected by his mere presence. His deep voice broke her thoughts and she looked up at him before opening her menu quickly, finding a dish that she knew she would like. She was a fairly picky eater since she had more refined taste buds than most and she smiled and nodded softly, waiting until the waitress came back and asked the same question. She looked expectantly at him across the table, waiting for him to order, however was surprised when he shook his head and motioned for her to order instead. “I’ll have the grilled chicken with the grilled rosemary potatoes please.” She ordered softly and when asked if she’d like soup or salad to go with her meal she answered just as quietly. “A salad with your sweet Italian dressing.” The waitress barely made a passing glance at her before turning to Mr. Cross and asking him in what was supposed to be a sultry voice what he would have.

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Tag:: Gabriel Anthony Cross
Outfit:: Click here for Izzy’s Outfit
Motorcycle:: Click here for Izzy’s Motorcycle
Note:: Much better post in my opinion. Lol

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