don't fear the reaper ,, (VITALY)

[jewels rayne haden]

Tombstones sat in rows, stretching on as far as the plot of land would allow. Why Jewels was at the cemetry was a mystery. There was nobody for her there, that she knew of, and most of all she hated it there. It was impossible to avoid though, Jewels Rayne Haden knew, for some reason, she'd have to visit sooner or later. It seemed the best time to go around dark, though she was unsure why. Maybe the emptiness of it all was what calmed her.

Who knew? She didn't, and that was for sure. The female's amber eyes searched the grave sites for any other bodies as she crossed the pitiful chain that was supposed to keep trespassers out at night. After seeing nobody yet, she continued on. There wasn't anything in particular that she was looking for, except for Vitaly. Though none of her family was burried here, none of her friends.. Why was she there, why did she call him and tell him to meet her there? Peace and quiet?

Something about death had always intrigued her. It was possible that that was the reason she'd always had a knack for trying death's patients; with her customer's lives and her own. Being a dealer was something she'd grown accustomed to over the years. Stopping now would probably leave her with nothing. Dealing was her life, she was simply made for it. Everytime she sold there was a faint rush of something, though she never figured out what it really was.

Jewels had never been one to fear death, it was quite the opposite. She welcomed it, now anyways. With Jason out of her life she didn't see any reason to continue, after all he was the main reason she'd been able to keep her house for all those years. Now that she knew for sure he didn't love her, nothing mattered. Or so she thought. She didn't matter to him, that's what he said. She'd only been drugs and sex to him. Nothing more.

The red head couldn't stop the onslaught of tears that flooded her vision now. There was nothing for her to do now, she couldn't continue selling because the heat would be terrible. She couldn't get a real job, that wasn't the kind of life she could handle. Jewels was never the nine-to-five working class. She was so used to the midnight calls and sketchy clients. Dealing was her life, but she couldn't continue.. not now.

Her back found a tree trunk and pressed against it. The tears clouded her vision, she couldn't see anything past the closest headstone which was only a few feet in front of her. Jewels fumbled for her purse and unzipped it. The female pulled a large flask out and unscrewed the cap before taking a long swig. She replaced it, brought her hands to her face and wiped away the tears with the heel of her hands. Jewels wasn't going to cry for Jason anymore, she was strong. There was nothing she could do now. He'd completely cut her out, even though she wanted to help him. Jewels had wanted to take care of him.

The female grabbed the flask again and almost finished the contents. Time seemed to slow down since she'd entered the cemetry. She looked at her phone and the digital display told her it had only been ten minutes since she called Vitaly. Why had she called him? She didn't know. He was the first person she'd thought of when opening her phone. Jewels felt something was off with Vitaly, and she wanted to figure it out. But most of all she just wanted to know him, to talk. She didn't expect anything to come of it. He was, after all, one of Jason's friend. He had even told her he would take Jason's side and everything. But he'd agreed to meet her, that was a good sign, right?

[vitaly mikhail andreev]

More than anything in this world did that phone call he had received from Jewels Haden shock him. He hadn’t spoken to her since the day that he had confessed that if everything between her and Jason were to boil up into a huge fight that he would side with Jason. Jason was the friend that he was closer to out of him and Jewels. Jason had been there for two years now, although how much Jason really cared he wasn’t sure of. If he were in this situation he wasn’t sure that Jason would side with him, but what did it matter, Jason was a close friend and that was good enough for him. Veet walked out of his small house and into his car, trying to remember exactly how to get to the cemetery.

He hated cemeteries it made him think of Russia, it made him think of his family and the eleven lives he had taken. Although four of those lives were the lives of his family, he seemed not to think of it that way. He thought of it as eleven people who had friends, families, jobs, pets, children, cousins, responsibilities, girlfriends and boyfriends. That part of the murders made him sad, it made a pain grow physically in his chest. The part of watching one second someone alive and breathing and the next someone without a soul and a corpse that would forever lay still was fascinating, that he could watch over and over again and never feel satisfied or like that was enough.

He didn’t want to go to the cemetery; his plan was to get Jewels to leave there as quickly as he could. He wasn’t sure he would be able to focus or even function well in the cemetery. The thought struck him then that he was in the United States now, he was not in Russia, he was not in a Russian cemetery where the bodies of the people he killed may have been. He was half way across the world, why would he have this fear? Those corpses beneath the ground in this cemetery meant nothing to him; they had no meaning to him. He knew none of them, and he more than likely would never know someone to be beneath those headstones. His headlights seemed to destroy the dark of the night and the eeriness of the cemetery as he drove up. He shut the car engine off and slammed his door behind him. He wasn’t angry; he was just on the fritz with his nerves.

His gait was more like a stalking, cautious and stiffened walk as he proceeded into the cemetery; he relaxed the further he was into it. Looking at the headstones in lines, perfect lines some of them. It was so strange; he didn’t understand what compelled Jewels to come here. Did she know someone here? He searched for her, and when he found her a sigh emitted from his lips. “Are you okay?” He called to her, his accent thick in each letter of the three words he’d spoken. He began to walk closer to her, trying to relax his body so that he wouldn’t look quite so uncomfortable. “I was worried, when you told me to come here.” The Russian man said to her, his eyes narrowing on her face as he stood mere feet from her. He saw the flask she held and frowned at it, though fought the desire to take some of it himself. If he drank, he would relax, that he was sure of.

[jewels rayne haden]

ooc; hahaha sorry, didn't mean for it to get so long.

The female's face was dry, she'd made sure of that. But the one thing she couldn't wipe away was the sadness in her eyes. She was sure that it would stay for a while, if not the rest of her life. Jason Levito was the only man to ever hear the words I love you from her lips, and he took her for granted. Everthing she'd ever done for him went down the drain in such a simple sentence that passed into her ears. Basically, her life seemed to be falling apart.

There was no stopping destruction when it chose you, never. No matter how hard anybody tried, it always won. Something about that calmed Jewels, though she was unsure why. Maybe because of the fact that she was used to chaos and destruction. Or maybe it was the fact that she didn't have to hide anymore. Jason was out of her life; maybe that was a good thing now. Jewels decided, in the few minutes she'd been at the cemetry, that Jason out of her life was definitely a good thing. He kept her down, he made her stay alone for so many years just waiting. Well, the wait was over.

Whatever they had was over, she could move on now. She hoped, at least. Jewels dug in her purse for a moment before the russian voice rang out into the silence. There was something about him that calmed her, as well, even though she hardly knew the import. He could've been a serial killer for all she knew. That didn't bother her though. Jewels couldn't handle being alone anymore, she didn't know what would happen. It wasn't necessarily that she didn't trust herself, she just didn't -couldn't- get into any more trouble. Calling one of Jason's friends wasn't totally the best route, though, either.

Her amber eyes followed the sound of his voice as he came to stop in front of her. A small, weary smile appeared on her lips as her eyes caught his face in the dark. She'd never noticed how handsome he actually was. To be honest, he looked a lot like Madden though a Russian version. "Not really." She sighed at his question. Jewels shook her head slowly and took a small sipof the flasks' contents before extending her arm in an offering. She'd seen him eyeing it somewhat and figured he'd want a drink if he was to listen to her for however long.

"To be honest, I don't know why I called you.." Jewels stated, looking across the expansive field at all the grave markers. "I don't know... Cammie wont answer my calls.." The female looked at her phone, no missed calls or texts. "Eme has Madden now.. And you very well know that he is out of the question." Jewels couldn't call him Jason any more, no he was simply that guy she'd liked for a long time. She planned to completely erase him from memory as soon as she could. Jewels hoped, for some reason, that Vitaly could help her with that. She didn't tell him though.

"It just feels like I'm losing it. I don't think I can deal ever again, heat will be too bad.." It was a sad thought, Jewels was a dealer. You could say it was her passion, though that was not the best word for it. "I-.." She paused and looked up at him for the second time since he'd arrived. She noticed he looked slightly tense, though she figured he wasn't a graveyard kind of person. "I don't know, just thought maybe we could.. hang out?" Jewels shrugged. "If you don't want to, I understand.." And she did, he'd explained his side of the situation and why he'd side with Jason and everything, she completely understood.

Jewels just needed something, anything. And she was sure he was getting bored of almost everyone having someone around, the bitching she was sure that was going on and just everything. Jewels offered him another small smile then looked away again. "I don't expect you to like me, Vitaly. I'm sure he has said his fare share of insults directed at me..." She paused and sighed slightly. "But I don't want to talk about any of that. You don't need to get into it any more than you already are.."

[vitaly mikhail andreev]

It was an instinctive desire to want to defend his friend when she had insinuated that Jason had said false, heightened and wrong things about her. Jason had said things about her, but he said very little, like he felt no need to add onto the situation. What he had said about her was that she was an idiot for thinking that telling him would make things alright for her sake. He had said she was out of her mind. He had said that he told her what she was to him, and that was all she was to him. Jason hadn’t gone off and said she was a lying witch; he hadn’t gone off and trashed her at all. Vitaly though felt bad for her, she had lost a very close person to her, or someone she had believed she was close to.

“I don’t know what to say to you.” Vitaly said a small shrug accompanying his words. He looked around at the headstones instead of at Jewels. They made him much more uncomfortable than he would have been any where else but being around Jewels had made him uncomfortable too. Everything was uncomfortable to him at this moment, and it was an unfamiliar feeling. He had his hands in his pockets, almost like he was nervous and about to jump at the slightest sound he didn’t expect. He tried to hide the way he felt in here, but he wasn’t so sure that he was good at doing that.

Jewels had said she didn’t expect him to like her, in the same sentence that had made him feel protective over Jason. “I have not been told I have to dislike you. It is just, I feel more loyal to Ja—him than to you.” Yes, Vitaly realized that if he were the one that needed back up, Jason more than likely would dip out, but he still felt like he was going to be the better person and stand behind his friend. In an unconscious way he did it so that he wouldn’t at all get on anyone’s bad side, which could have the dangerous potential of revealing him. “I am sorry your friends are all being strange. That wouldn’t be fun, I imagine.” He tried to make the mood lighten, though he felt how badly he was failing.

His eyes were locked onto the flask. “If we hang out, could we be somewhere other than here?” Vitaly asked, looking almost hopeful that she would agree to him. He hoped she wouldn’t ask why he wanted to get out of here, because knowing him he would tell her some sob story and later on he would forget the details he had said and she would more than likely remember and eventually his cover would be blown. If she wanted to stay, he would stay, simply to protect himself, and after some time he would get away from her. He knew that much for certain.

“But if you don’t want to leave.” Vitaly said trying to seem like they were friends and that they had been for more than just a few meetings and one long conversation. “Right away, I mean, we don’t have to leave right away.” He added the last half rather quickly and almost like he was trying to speed through the words. Like he was nervous or something, hah, if only she understood what made him nervous.

[jewels rayne haden]

ooc; eeeew.

Jewels didn't meet Vitaly's gaze for a while. There really was no need to, but when she did the female saw he was tense. It never occured to her why, she never thought to ask. Jewels was never the prying type and if she wanted to hang out with Vitaly she figured she couldn't start now. He'd always seemed a bit off to her, though maybe it was just because he was Russian; Jewels couldn't be sure at all. "That's fine. I just need to chill, you know?" Jewels replied to his reciting of being loyal to Jason.

The female cracked her neck slowly and locked her amber eyes on the closest headstone before taking another small swig. He was right about one thing, it was definitely not fun. It seemed that everybody was just leaving her in the dust. "Yeah, we could get out of here." She shrugged as if his request was normal... It was normal. Nobody liked being in graveyards, except Jewels apparently. "Where'd you wanna go?" Jewels asked, looking to him again.

She began screwing the cap onto the flask as she continued to wait for his answer. Jewels chewed on her tongue for a moment before closing her eyes to stand up. Nothing was going as planned, really, besides the meeting. Jewels should've had Cammie here instead of Vitaly. Cammie was supposed to be her friend, so where the hell was she? Jewels couldn't answer the question, it would've been nice if the female's friend had actually just answered the phone. Maybe then she wouldn't have had to bother the male.