/ / ~ S i e r r a . . .
( this is how you remind me. )

The foreign feeling of heat brushed against her back, probing at her slightly before darting closer, and closer. Before the heat caressed it's way along her back, a pair of extremely warm hands briefly pushed her forward, sending her tumbling from the bed. The girl caught herself before she dived face first onto the floor and rolled once before perching herself up on her knees to see what the problem was. She hadn't even known Reisan had been awake the whole time. Curious, wide eyes glanced up at the bed where she once lay, only to see it ignited with small flames, eager to reach higher as they singed the stained bed sheets. Before she could respond, the boy had already vigorously pulled his shirt from over his head and was saturating the limp material. Smoke belched and was forced into the crisp air above, swirling in meaningless patterns. Behind the meager flames, Sierra could see Reisan attempting to put out the fire with the wet shirt, and successfully put it out. The thick smoke in the air forced her to cover her nose and mouth with the sleeve of her dark jumper, and immediately, the girl lifted herself from her crouching position and opened the scratched, glass window behind her. A spluttering of coughs trailed from her mouth as she inhaled the fresh air outside. While trying to poke her head out of the window, it felt as if there were invisible forces, pushing her back inside the window. The runes, she thought absently, remembering the sight of the boy last night who had also been repelled by them. Shrinking back inside the room, her element fizzed inside of her, reminding her of it's weak, but gentle power. In her human form, her element wasn't as strong as it were in her vampire form. But, it eventually grew stronger the more she tried to use it.
A string of words mumbled from the boy's mouth, explaining how he could've hurt her accidentally. “I can take care of myself,” Sierra mentioned, folding her arms across her chest confidently as her lustrous eyes monitored the boy carefully. Drops of water from his shirt dribbled down his arms, and dissolved into sizzling bursts of steam. This surprised her, but then she realised it wasn't at all that surprising when his skin would've been as hot as the flames that scorched the bed. It made her wonder if he had purposely done it to scare her, reminding her of his perilous element, and what he could do to her. Tendrils of the noxious smoke still drilled through the morning air, but was beginning to fade and tumble out of the window. The sun was beginning to peep around the silvery clouds, and the pastel blue sky was outlining the edges of the clouds as the scurried away. The exposed sun was providing more of a promising light than earlier, and this allowed Reisan's scars to stand out more. They were scattered over his body, and it sent thoughts cycling through her mind as she wondered how he'd gotten them. Prying her eyes from his athletic build, Sierra continued her thoughts elsewhere, not wanting to be caught staring. They didn't make her want to squirm in disgust, or flee in horror, but they fascinated her. How could he had fought endless battles, and survived the lot? Hell. How many battles had he been in? How old was he? 
She bit her at the corner of her bottom lip numbly, holding back a smile at the last question that strolled through her mind. The crinkling of paper alerted her attention, and all previously thoughts were forgotten. Meekly sauntering up beside him as he murmured the words on the paper aloud, Sierra studied his face, trying to comprehend what he was thinking before he said anything about it. His face was a flawless mask, betraying nothing that hinted what his thoughts were – blank. Finally, his answer came. It wasn't a refusal, but he didn't confidently confirm they were going, either. Azure orbs lowered to study the grimy tiles they stood on as she drank in the words that spilled from his mouth. Most of the reason she wanted to go was to feed. The people who weren't under the influence of alcohol were much easier to compel than those her were sober. The other part of the reason was, she wanted to sneak away from the tight, protective grasp the fallen angel held on her. She didn't even know his true reason for still holding her captive. He had saved her from the guys who had been holding her hostage and wanting her because she was cursed, but he still was eager to stay by her side? It only just occurred to her, that he was holding her hostage under the nightclub too, and was – in a sense – still holding her hostage now. The girl nodded in reply to his question about her wanting to attend because of her vampire needs. He seemed satisfied with her reply, then informed her he was going to take a shower. Her eyes altered from studying the filthy tiles of the floor, to his face. He'd mentioned the word; angel. And he said it as if it were her nickname. Deep, startled orbs searched his face, but soon softened. Usually, people gave nicknames to things or people they were getting attached to. She sincerely hoped he wasn't getting attached to her; more for his sake than hers. An arrangement of shock displayed over his face, and Sierra smiled up at him slightly, pretending she hadn't heard it to avoid future embarrassment for him if she questioned him about it. “Okay,” the girl replied simply, dawdling towards the tartan couch the piles of clothes had previously rested upon, she dived onto it and watched the boy walk in the direction of the bathroom. 
The television in front of her played softly, but it didn't hold her interest. This mysterious, alluring boy did. It astonished her to think, that even after he'd chained her to a support column, put runes over the doors, held her hostage; and was continuing to do so, that there was still something about him that made her want to be around him. His gentle laughter annihilated her mental walls, and the girl realised she had been idly staring at him while he undressed. Cheeks heating to a pale red, Sierra groaned inaudibly and covered her face with embarrassment when he'd closed the door. The word angel kept replaying constantly through her mind. The name he'd called her earlier. That sweet, affectionate name. Coming to the conclusion that the television was going to bore her half to death, the brunette ambled over towards the sink. Eyes closed, she focussed on her element. The cool, soothing feeling of water, the gentle moving of the waves at the beach as they rolled over one another, the soft patter of rain. As if responding to her thoughts, water began to flourish from the palms of her outstretched hands and mold into a basic shape. The thin film of water clung to her hands like glue, until a breath of exhalation drifted from her nose. The water obeyed gravity and slid from her hands, spilling down the drain. Clearing her mind, the girl's eyes opened and she grinned triumphantly. Many had told her with a lot of practice, her element would become stronger – even in human form. The bathroom door unlocked, and Reisan stepped out. His fresh, clean scent weaved through her nose. Boosting herself onto the counter, she watched him; intrigued. He strutted towards her once his boots slipped onto his feet, and an unexpected hand reach out and brushed against her cheek. Instinctively, her heart skipped a few beats as he did, but it soon dropped back to his side. Their eyes met briefly, and a smiled played on his lips. Sierra couldn't help but smile in return. Reisan then announced he'd take her to the party, and her eyes lit up with sheer excitement. 
The girl couldn't help but notice the use of her new nickname within one of the few sentences he'd spoken. “Thank you, Reisan!” she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck eagerly. The embrace they shared, only lasted for more than a few seconds. As she pulled away, he gently balanced a tuft of her hair in his hand and leaned in to inhale. “You look stunning,” he told her, as he let go of her lock of bronze hair. “Thanks,” Sierra answered, a coy grin tugging slightly at the corners of her mouth. Leaping from the counter, the delighted girl followed Reisan to the door and he opened it, stepping aside; like a gentleman. A blush slowly crept to her cheeks as she stepped outside. The unpolluted, salty air was inhaled and Sierra smiled, a feeling of bliss enveloping her. She loved the outdoors. “How about you say we go for breakfast? I know this really good place around the corner that does the best pancakes, bacon and egg and muffins. I haven't really tasted the other things, but I'll guarantee you, they'd be good,” she suggested, feeling her empty stomach beginning to stir. Without waiting for a reply from the boy, the blue eyed girl toured through the unpretentious, homely town, knowing he would obediently spring from a halt to chase her to her desired destination. The streets were tidy and neat, but were riddled with people taking an early morning stroll, with or without their dogs. A prolonged block of simple brick stores loomed up ahead. Colourful, vibrant signs decorated the boring brick, advertising what the stores were selling. Long garden beds adorned the path ways, containing psychedelic coloured flowers and immaculately trimmed hedges. The early morning bird song whispered through the town, and the stench of coffee was strong, lingering in the air. Sierra paced towards a store, nestled between two larger stores, with a sign that was pushed up against the glass that read; Dudley's Cafe. This was her favourite place to eat out for breakfast. Spinning around to search for Reisan, jubilant to be able to share one of her favourite places with someone new, she captured his hand and dragged him into the interior of the building. It was dimly lit, but provided a comfortable light. A boy in his teenage years stood at the counter. His eyes were a bright green, almost like someone had forced emeralds into his eye sockets, and his hair was brown, streaked with blonde. A badge was pinned to his shirt, offering a name. Kurt. He was tall – but not as tall as Reisan – and he looked at her with hungry, devouring eyes. Shivering, the girl dropped the fallen angel's hand and glanced up at the board above the stoves, which contained a menu. “What would you like to order? My treat,” she whispered to Reisan as she stepped up to the counter. The boy's eyes met hers, and she found that they looked glazed, but very aware of her. “I'd like to order two pancakes, with maple syrup and whipped butter, one milkshake,” Sierra paused, watching his shaky fingers tap against the touch screen, “and what would you like?” she queried, directing the question at Reisan, but quickly turned her head back to Kurt.“I'm sure you'd love to pay for our meal. I'll pay you back tonight. Meet me at the party in Jenkins Avenue, you know that one right? Be there,” the vampire whispered in a seductive, but compelling tone. The boy obediently nodded his head twice, a smile plastering across his face. Sierra spun around and peered up at Reisan, “I'm going to get us a table. Tell Kurt what you want. He's shouting us breakfast,” she giggled musically, bumping her shoulder against his lightly as she walked past him and reserved them a table. Drumming her fingers against the chilled marble quietly, Sierra watched the waves in the distance tear across each other in a rampage. How she wished she was back at the beach again. But instead, she was getting breakfast with a fallen angel assassin, who she believed, wanted to kill her.