[center]She hadn’t moved an inch as Kieran headed towards her, her eyes studying both of them as they neared. Clara was on alert, unsure of what exactly was happening, consumed by both confusion and that same blinding anger over both the fact that she’d been abandoned and betrayed all at once. Everything was stolen from her in a careless instant - and he’d just vanished - left her for dead. And now he just suddenly decides to reveal himself with another in tow. No; none of this was how it was supposed to happen. She was supposed to hunt him down; take out her anger and frustration; give him every ounce of pain that he bestowed upon her and then she would walk off - happy and content and she could move on with her life. No; that wasn’t how any of this was going. As he approached her, it took every ounce of patience not to lift her arm and swing; not to lash out in that blind anger that bubbled within her. But then again, something about him just standing there, in front of her, close enough to reach out and touch had her feeling something else. Maybe it was a fleeting moment before it had all happened that she remembered; before he stole off never to be seen again. Ryanair’s words were just what she needed to end that disastrous train of thought. Her nose scrunched with a look of disdain as she eyed the other man and her arms came to cross once more. She would not look at what Kieran held out to her; she knew full well what it as. “And who the hell do you think you are?” Clara bit out, a bit of amusement on the tip of her tongue. “You better be careful, darling. You have no idea who you are dealing with... And I doubt this one-” She glanced back to Kieran. “-has even told you who I am.” Her gaze slid momentarily to what was in his grasp, but she still refused to take it. “So what, is that it?” She asked sharply with a little shrug of her shoulders. “Want to get that out of your possession so you don’t have to deal with me again? Because, love, you could have simply stayed away just as you have after all of this time.” -- It was late; later than usual and the woman hadn’t been back yet. Christian had tried to do his best to leave her to his own devices. The woman nearly begged for isolation no matter how many years he’d tried to fight against it. It wasn’t healthy, this obsession she held to find the one man who had slighted her years ago. No; he understood her anger, but he did not condone the need to hunt him down. What good would it do her? All of these years she’d spent writhing in her own anger; refusing to live. Some days he wondered if she even wanted to continue; if once she’d found him, she’d somehow manage to do what she wanted and kill him or be killed. And if she succeeded, would she feel empty after the fact? No; Christian tried to distract her to no end. He constantly took her from country to country; tried to show her the best of things that he knew she’d once dreamed of - but she was always distracted. She never saw places for what they were; only saw them as another place to turn every stone in her search. She was one hell of a frustrating woman, but he would never take back his choice to take her in so long ago. It had just so happened that he was in town for the month to check on his estate. He’d been out for a walk when he’d smelled the blood first. It had drawn him straight to the beach where he’d seen the small, writhing figure. She was worse for wear, covered in sand and blinded to the pain of what she was going through. It was only hours until daylight, and whoever had done this to her had been nowhere in sight. Clearly she was someone of money; someone would be looking for her come morning... He couldn’t just walk away. What followed after that were centuries upon centuries of training; trying to deflect her from the entire memory of what had happened to her. As Christian looked at the clock knowing full well they were in the town where it all began, he knew his attempts were futile. She would search until her end. With a huff, Christian ran his hand through his black hair and rose towards the door. He knew exactly where she would be... He just didn’t expect the company with her. “Clara?” He called out as he headed out onto the sand. [img]http://i772.photobucket.com/albums/yy7/r0sesnribb0ns/735185c7-054d-412e-bf94-9f9f235c720f_zpsyupdpzfr.jpg[/img] -- Clara did not look from Kieran as she awaited an answer, however, it took all of her composure not to turn her head to see Christian headed her way. Fuck...[/center]