Phase 12 of 50 First and thousandth encounter

Miriallia was silently walking home, backpack over her shoulder and a frown on her face.

"This is totally pointless." She mumbled, and sighed.

"He'll never talk to me." She sat down her backpack as she waited for her bus. She leaned on the post and closed her eyes and started to hum.

"In this quiet night, I'm waiting for you, forgetting the past. And dreaming of you. Though you're not here with me, I pray that we, will meet again. Hold me close, so deep in your heart." She forgot the rest of the words so she just hummed her voice, higher and lower to the pitch and tone.

"You're screwing up the words lady." Said a familiar voice, Miriallia opened her eyes and looked up.

"And who might you be one to talk to me like that?" she asked, Dearka grinned.

"You have a peppery attitude. I like that. Whats your name?" he asked he dropped his bag to the ground and leaned on opposite side of the post.

"Jennifer Harper, and you?" Dearka laughed.

"By the way you looked ta me in history this morning, I thought you would already know who I was," he said, Miriallia sighed.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking at you, it was that green haired bitch you were with." She explained, Dearka laughed.

"Huh?" she asked.

"You're right, she is a bitch. She's self centered and greedy. Just ten minutes ago, she asked me for ten dollars for her text book. Talk about an idiot." he agreed. Miriallia felt as though a great weight was lifted from her shoulders. She sighed and looked down the road.

"I honestly don't think that the bus'll be here for another twenty minutes, you wanna grab a drink?" he pointed across the road to a corner store, Miriallia jingled her pocket.

"I would, but I haven't any money." She said, Dearka sighed and reached into his pocket.

"Well, I was wondering what I could do with this twenty dollars, but since you don't want to…" he started to walk across the street.

"Ok, I'm coming." She grabbed her bag and ran to catch up with him.

Once across the street, they entered the store. A bell charmed somewhere deeper in the store, and little man popped out from the backroom.

"ahh! Hello sir. How may I help you?" he asked, Dearka smiled.

"Just getting some stuff." Replied Dearka, he led Miriallia to the back where the drinks were and asked her to choose.

"Whatever you like." He said and opened her door for her to choose.

"I'll take a diet Dr. Pepper." She replied, and took it off the rack thingy.

"I'll take a Pepsi." She said and grabbed one, he led her back to the front desk, and he paid for the drinks. (After the old man claimed that the bill was counterfeit. Miriallia smiled and agreed with Dearka that it wasn't and the man smiled.) They soon walked out with their drinks and across the street to the bus stop again.

"Thank you for the drink. But I still don't know your name." she asked, and took a swig of Dr. Pepper.

"I'm Dearka Elsman." He replied, Miriallia extended an arm and he shook it.

"No problem Miriallia." The bus came from around the corner.

"So, what year are you in?" she asked, the bus was further gathering speed.

"Second, I think you're in first, right?" he thought aloud the bus wasn't stopping.

"Umm, Dearka, do the busses here usually go that fast?" she asked, Dearka's mouth opened.

"No, not like this." The bus didn't stop. Actually, it was going faster, to fast for Dearka's liking. AS for Miriallia's, the bus had driven onto the curb and directly at the pair, Miriallia just stood there, her mouth open, Dearka looked over to her, then at the approaching bus, it was coming extremely close, about two meters away. He grabbed Miriallia's waist and flung her to the side of the sidewalk, he himself jumped over the bus, and ran on top of it, and then jumping off. He fell on his right knee cap and onto the palms of his hands. He hurriedly stood up and turned to Miriallia.

"You ok?" he asked, Miriallia was quite shaken from that, she shook her head and snapped her eyes open.

"Yeah. Just a bit um… freaked out… I'll be fine." Dearka scratched his head.

"Well not I guess we'll have to walk home. Which street do you live on?" he asked.

"Swanwick." She replied.

"That is the street where I live too, what number?"

"12."

"I'm 13. People say my house is unlucky. But hell, I've been living it for at least 17 years." Miriallia smiled.

"But, it's about 18 blacks from here. It'll take us so long." She reasoned.

"Ok, what are the other options?" he asked, Miriallia thought for a minute. Then smirked.

"Lets run." She swung her backpack over her shoulder and took off at a gathering speed across the sidewalk. Dearka took of about three seconds after, but failed to catch up.

"You're pretty fast." She said Dearka grinned.

"You're pretty."

"I'm pretty what?"

"No, you're just pretty." He explained, Miriallia smiled.

"Flattery will get you no where." She started to run faster, Dearka trying to go as fast as her but failing miserably. When they had arrived at Swanwick, Miriallia laughed in his face.

"Ha ha! I win!" Dearka, who was leaning on his knees and breathing in deeply.

"Fine, you win Jennifer. Good go." He fell onto the sidewalk and closed his eyes. Miriallia looked around, and spotted a stick. She walked over and picked it up and walked back. She leaned down and started to poke him in the ribs with the sharp end of the stick.

"Ahh… you alive?" she asked, she leaned in further down and poked his cheek with her pinky finger, watching his mouth open and close.

"I'm scared." She said aloud and leaned right down on her legs and looked at him.

"You should be." He murmured, and as fast as a cat, he opened his eyes and grabbed Miriallia and pushed her onto the ground, holding her wrists. She was giggling wildly.

"No one looses agenst me and lives." He whispered quietly, Miriallia was laughing like a hyena and kicking wildly.

"Geez, what are you? A wild horse?"

"No! But I'm being tickled by something. Ha! Ha!" Dearka looked down to the side her leg, which was wriggling like a worm, he let her go and she scrambled away.

"Gotcha." She said, Dearka cursed under his breath.

"Good move eh?" she said, Dearka shot up and started to chase her but once again, she was too fast, she charged right up to a tree and jumped, holding onto a low branch and swinging up to it,

"He, he! Nice try." She jumped onto another branch and into an open window, from her pocket, something silver fell to the ground, it clanged and banged on its way down, Miriallia seemed not to notice it. Dearka walked over to the shiny object, and picked it up. His eyes grew wide in surprise.

"So… this is her plan is it?" he pocketed the instrument and walked away, a great fear lifted from his heart.

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Miriallia walked to school the next day with Dearka. But it was all silence.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked, Dearka shook his head.

"Nhh. I was just thinking that's all." He smiled, Miriallia wasn't satisfied.

"You're pissed, and we both know it, now hurry up and spit it out!" she cried, Dearka stopped and sighed.

"Stop the charade Miriallia, I know it's you, so stop pretending." Miriallia stopped cold. She couldn't breath. She dropped her purse and gripped her fist.

"Who're you talking about?" she asked, and turned around.

"Miriallia stop it, I know it's you." He said, she blinked.

"Stop it! You're really starting to scare me now man." She started and picked up her purse.

"Milly, please… it's you, I know it is… I found your steel needle. It is you." He reached into his pocket and threw the needle at her feet. She laughed.

"How did you know?" she asked.

"I found this in your yard after you went into your room. Milly, why didn't you just tell me?" he inquired, Miriallia sighed.

"That girl, Ami… she's a death dealer. She's trying to take you as her own… her mate." Dearka gasped and his eyes grew wide, he stepped back from Miriallia in terror.

"Wait… there's more. She has the soul of my mother, and told me to do this quest for her, I found out that it was faulty and returned to her. But she had already gotten to you…" she started to whimper and cry. All the years she had kept that inside… it was all coming out.

"I thought that it was too late… then… I was revived. I was alive… but I had to leave my mother behind. I'm so hurt Dearka… there isn't a living word to describe how I'm feeling right now… no word!" she cried, she flew her hands to her face and started to cry desperately.

"Miriallia, it's ok… it'll be over s-"

"No, you don't understand!" she lifted her hands from her face.

"She will take you… she'll kill anyone to get to you… she'll kill, she'll steal she will do anything Dearka! Don't you get it? ANYTHING." She cried Dearka was still emotionless, she bent down beside the frozen form of Miriallia and stroked her hair.

"Why did you cut it?" he asked, Miriallia looked up.

"Because I didn't like it that way, that's all." She rubbed the tears from her eyes and looked at Dearka.

"Why did you even leave me?" he asked, Miriallia looked away.

"Because of my ego. My stupid… pride and ego! That's why." She explained without making any eye contact. Dearka reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"That doesn't answer me, Milly. Why?" she understood why now. Why her mother had died, why Ami was here. Why she was trying to kill him. Someone up 'there' wanted to bring them together. Someone…

"I left… because I waned to feel safe. I went into training to try and defend the ones I love, I didn't want the same thing to happen to you, or my family… I didn't want the same ting that happened to my mother, happen to you." She explained briefly. But that wasn't it… not even the half of it.

"Milly, I just don't understand… that's all I…"

"Yeah…?"

"I didn't want you TO go, if that is what you thought of." This deeply surprised Miriallia, she thought he would say something else, but quickly forgot.

"Dearka…" she looked deeper into his eyes. This was one of the few times in her life that she felt ashamed she hated herself for telling Dearka the truth, she hated herself. And… she hated Michael Jackson too. (I know, I'm Miss. Random! Like Mr. Random!.: Like Kris… NO RELATION!)

"Dearka please I don't ant to talk about it…" she pushed him away and started to walk, But Dearka grabbed her scuff.

"No, Milly…" she pulled a dagger from her pocket.

"Dearka let go!" she screamed, and pointed the dagger to his throat.

"Or I'll kill you." She said that last part real quiet. She meant it. Dearka slowly let go, she flipped the dagger back into her pocket, and walked away.

"I thought you loved me." He said, Miriallia stopped.

"Times change Dearka, so did I."