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Three days later Bella decided to strengthen the scent of her borders. She hadn't expected to see her neighbor again. He had moved to a different area around her territory. His hulking form was standing at a fair distance from her border. She realized it was where her scent was the weakest, where she was bound to go to within a week to reestablish her borders. He was clever.
She hissed at him, in no mood to deal with a stranger.
"You are beautiful." He said, not really knowing what else to say.
"As are most vampires, excluding you." Bella said back while growling. He was rather attractive, in an unkempt way.
Alistair was not deterred by her rebuke.
"What's your name, lovely lady?" Bella scoffed at him. He truly was inept at flirting. She was about to run away again when he spoke. "I won't leave this spot until you tell me." This made her pause.
"You wouldn't leave even if I went into your territory and killed every last person?" She asked threateningly, an orange flame flickering on her palm.
"Not even if you claimed it as your own."
"What if a pack of werewolves fell upon you?"
"Then I'd kill them."
"You're a fool."
"This fool wants you as his own."
"I'd have to be an even bigger fool than you to even indulge you with my name." With that said Bella ran part of her perimeter before retiring back to her house.
So if any of you've read my other story A Play on Predator and Prey you know how much I love bickering characters... What I'm trying to say is I hope you guys like listening to bickering.