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Two weeks later she returned and he was still in the same spot. His eyes were pitch black and there were the ashes of at least four other vampires around him. Bella glared at him, but his stare did not waver.
Bella grinned evilly and took off running in the direction of his territory. She was mildly disappointed when he didn't follow.
She returned a day later smelling of smoke and gore.
"I burnt down one of your forests, where your scent was the thickest then I killed off a village of your humans." Bella expected him to try and attack her, try to kill her, but he remained in the same spot.
Alistair was angry, he was furious, but her actions only made him want her more.
"The forest will regrow and there will always be more humans. So what's your name?" He tried to sound indifferent, but a growl mangled his words. Bella was surprised by his control. If someone had done that to her territory she would have tortured them till they went insane. She appreciated the anger he must be fighting against to remain in the same spot.
Without saying a words she left, a new plan coming to mind.
Five hours later she returned carrying a struggling human male. Just outside of Alistair's reach she sliced the man's throat open, blood spurted out and down the man's shirt. The human stopped moving slowly and finally his heart stopped.
Bella was once again impressed by her neighbor's control. With an annoyed chuckle she dropped the corpses just outside Alistair's arms' reach. She'd leave it there to rot. Bella hoped the scent would drive him away.
When she came back the next day he was still there so she dropped off another drained corpses. The pile of corpses grew as two weeks went by. The scent was absolutely foul, yet he still wouldn't move. Bella breifly considered building a tower around him, but decided against it. By the fifteenth day Bella was furious, as was Alistair.
"You're annoying." Bella said with a hiss.
"And you are absolutely ravishing. The way you disposed of that intruder was completely amazing. How you smiled as he turned to ash…" Alistair's voice trailed off and Bella could see lust in his eyes. She was just about fed up with this stranger. "Be my mate." She felt her self-control snap right before she lunged towards him, fists flaming.
He was quick, especially for his size and lack of blood. Before her fist could connect with his face his hand grabbed her by the forearm. She went to swing her other fist and he caught her again.
"Got you." Alistair said with a cocky grin. Bella sneered at him before smiling arrogantly back. A second later Alistair's hands were on fire as the flame traveled down from her hands to the rest of her arms, leaving her unharmed, but burning the sleeves of her shirt off. He quickly let go of her and Bella jumped backwards, pleased by his look of shock. Alistair looked at his hands. They were slowly healing, but he could tell scars would form there.
Bella started laughing and the flames died down on her skin.
"Now are you going to leave?" Bella asked.
"I said I'd stay here until you told me your name. I meant that."
Bella believed him.
"Fine. My name is Bella. Now go." Alistair nodded with a large smile before turning away from her and heading back to his territory.
Bella hoped that she'd never see him again, but knew that was unlikely.
I won't be able to update this week due to a crap load of school work. Sorry!