[Krista Knight]

Krista, not a stranger to fashion, hated seeing a lot of people wearing the same thing as her. She loved to be different, to stand out. Her clothes gave her an outlet for this, Recently she had seen an ad in town that piqued her interest. Some girl was stating that she could make outfits based on just a few pictures if needed. Krista wasn't a very organized person, and this might have been her golden moment. It did not take long for her to decide she wanted this, and she called this Chrys girl to find out more information. Within a few days, they came up with a time and place ot meet, and Krista was set on an outfit.

Today it was bright outside. Midday at the Border Cafe was always an endeavor. Krista loved talking to people, and everyone was out and about when it was sunny. Easily, distracted, it took her an extra twenty minutes to get to the cafe, and 5 more just to stop talking to the barista and order her drink. Dressed in a forest green shirt, a black lacey vest-coat, and low-cut skinny jeans, Krista looked amazing... at least to herself. Mixed with heels and a plethora of chunky jewelry that all seemed to match, she sat down on an armchair, waiting for the girl to arrive. There was a variety of people at the cafe today, and she loved watching them all go about their business. Just watching expressions and making her own captions to each conversation was enough to keep her entertained long enough.

She pulled a small portfolio from her oversized bag at the edge of her chair. Inside the portolio was a design she had drawn up of a dazzlingly cute outfit that she'd love to wear when she was out on the town. Krista did love her boys, and any outfit that helped her nab one that might actually be a keeper was a good outfit in her book. Looking through the sketches, smiled at the designs on the outfit, the lovely patterns that she just couldn't seem to match on an actual outfit. She wasn't the best when it came to fabric dyes for intricacies. She nodded to herself, hoping that this Chrys person could do the trick. She seemed so optimistic, not only in her add, but also in their conversations. She smiled and swayed her foot to the background music as she waited.

Her smile faltered for a moment as a very familiar scent rolled into the cafe. She couldn't really tell where it was coming from, but the scent of her brother Isaiah had just grown potent in the room. Most wouldn't notice this, but Krista had the nose of a wolf... go figure. She looked around as a large group of customers all bustled into the cafe at once. She couldn't tell if the smell just wafted in or if one of those people had just been near her brother. It was bugging her, mainly because she would feel awkward going up to everyone and asking about it...or smelling them. Instead she just sat and dealt with it. Not something she was good at. She wasn't sure if one of the people who'd come in was Chrys, but the girl was almost late, so Krista had to hope. She distracted herself trying to picture what this fashion designer would be wearing, waiting in the area of chairs they'd both agreed to meet at.

[Chrys Beretta]

It was only yesterday when Chrys had fallen to pieces after her encounter with Isaiah. The entire situation had blown up to much that she had not seen a solution to it, and feared she'd lost Isaiah forever. They'd both done wrong, and were at fault for their own actions, but when she'd gotten home after their fight, she had little rationality to see any of this, and was drowning in the apparent loss of a dear friend. It was only after Arion had come to her apartment that things had been sorted out in her mind. He had calmed her down, even after she'd attacked him with her words as well. Even though she hadn't really given him any information verbally, he was able to explain the rational thoughts she was suppressing with her depression. She knew that meant that he had looked inside her mind without her permission, something she didn't think that he would have done, but in the given situation she understood and didn't get upset about it. She appreciated his words as they showed that things weren't forever broken if she didn't just give up.

But that wasn't what she was focusing on as she searched through her apartment for her portfolio. She had an appointment today to meet with someone named Krista that was looking for a seamstress. She had to get there on time so that she'd have enough time to discuss what Krista was looking for and arrange for a time to take measurements and go over fabric choice before she had to meet up with Arion. After the explosion of emotions last night, she had forgotten about their date, and they needed to rectify that, not only for the sake of the date, but to celebrate what happened that she was so focused on. After all, Arion had proposed last night. He had already marked her and she'd marked him by asking him to wear a ring that had belonged to his grandfather. They knew they were going to be with one another forever, but the act was still romantic and sweet, especially after the events of yesterday. Sure, she had a tear stained face, red eyes and was completely naked when he'd done it, but for her, it was still perfect. She couldn't help but look at the antique ring that now rested on her finger, which wasn't helping the hunt for the portfolio.

Finally Chrys managed to find the portfolio and shoved it into her backpack. Slinging the backpack onto her back over her cream and black shirt, she looked herself over once more, nodding as she found herself in black shorts and cream leggings that were partially covered by her black calf high boots. She reached over to her jewelry box and pulled out a black layered bracelet. She pushed it onto her wrist before turning and grabbing her helmet and keys. With that, she walked out the door, locking it quickly and hurrying over to her Ducati. She pushed the backpack under the netting on the back of her bike before sliding her helmet on and pulling the straps to secure it. Straddling her bike, she put in the key and turned it and then started the engine with quick roar. Slowly backing out when the road was clear, she jolted forward as soon as she was out of the way of any dangerous obstacles.

The place she was meeting Krista was on the outskirts of town, and Chrys moved through traffic as quickly as she could without causing too much of an uproar for the police. She made it in record time, finding a parking spot on the street in front of Border Cafe. Looking at her watch, she was just barely on time, with a couple minutes to spare. Grabbing the bag from under the netting, she turned to the cafe and held open the door for a couple before entering herself. Looking around the cafe, she saw many groups and couples, but no one on their own. Then she noticed a woman sitting on her own with a portfolio on the table. As she drew closer to her, she could see that the papers before the woman were designs. Chrys smiled as she approached the table, "Sorry to bother you, but are you Krista?"

[Krista Knight]

Krista was thumbing through her portfolio as she waited. She was waiting patiently and trying to distract herself. She was usually very blunt, and honestly could go up to everybody and ask who knew her brother. It was nothing personal, Krista was just a very curious wolf. It got her into trouble a lot. But instead of pouncing up to people to ask them, she sat, waiting. She didn't want to miss her meeting because she had decided to fulfil her curiosity.

Before long, a very fashionably dressed girl walked up to Krista. Krista was actually jealous of her outfit; it was very cute to say the least. Before the girl even asked her name, Krista knew it was Chrys. There wasn't anyone as designer-esque in the cafe right now. She smiled at her and stood up to greet her. She held out a hand and smiled. "Yup! I'm Krista. How are you? Chrys, right?" she replied, genuinely happy to meet the girl. There weren't many honest designers Krista could trust around town...she usually sent off for designs. Here's to hoping this girl was the real deal.

Just then, her nostrils flared. Standing up made the wind hit her. When she was sitting, she was covered. Now she smelled Isaiah again, and stronger than ever. She looked into the designer's eyes and sniffed softly. It was coming from the designer. Krista pulled back a little as she gave another cursory look to the girl. She didn't look like she was Isaiah's type. She did look strong enough to handle him, though. Her face crunched into a puzzled expression and she put herh ands at her hips.

"How do you know Isaiah?" she asked. The scent was too strong for just a coincidental passing in the streets, so the girl had to know the name. At least in Krista's mind she did. She was on "okay" terms with Isaiah, there was not much animosity left between them. She wasn't mad atthe girl, especially since she didn't know that Isaiah was Krista's sister. But the thought was nagging at her. How does this kind of irony happen?

[Chrys Beretta]

It had been quite some time since she had been commissioned for the sake of fashion. As much as she loved to make clothing for herself and others, and had put up flyers around town, there hadn't been much interest so far. She wasn't sure if it was because no one wanted clothes made by someone like Chrys, who was only in her early twenties, or if it was because of the economy. Money was tight for a lot of people, though Chrys wasn't one of them. Even before she was offered her job with Lorcan Domin, she had been good at setting aside a substantial amount into savings for emergencies. Things always seemed to happen to her at the worst possible time, like her Ducati needing work or having to buy new dishes because she'd tripped and they had shattered as she was putting them away. It was klutzy things like that or just normally necessities that just had to be dealt with that the savings was for. And even though she used the money enough, she still felt safe about her finances, though she had to admit that she didn't have to worry anymore. Lorcan paid her very well and even provided her a suite to live in. One that she would probably move into sooner or later.

As she entered the cafe, Chrys was getting more excited about who she would be working with. With the name Krista, the woman could really be anyone. A captain cheerleader trying to impress her high school, a business woman about to interview at a new firm, or a dancer taking a break from the stage. This meant that Chrys could be making any number of items, and that pleased her to no end. When she finally found someone that looked like they could be Krista, she couldn't tell what she was all about. And as Krista stood up, saying she was indeed Krista and offering her hand, Chrys could only smile as she took the hand and shook it politely. Krista was dressed well, but in a manner that really didn't give away what she did for a living, if anything. But she had this entire meeting to figure all that out. Hopefully Krista wouldn't mind all the questions Chrys was about to ask. "Yes, I'm Chrys. Nice to finally meet you."

Chrys was about to sit down when Krista put her hands on her hips and asked how she knew Isaiah. Hearing his name was like feeling a burning dagger slide into her heart. She closed her eyes briefly trying to order her emotions to remain contained. She didn't need to burst into tears in front of Krista. Once she felt in control of her emotions, she looked at Krista, wondering how she knew Isaiah. "I could ask you the same question." she simply stated, as she sat down in the chair across from where Krista once sat. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude. Isaiah is just a sore subject at the moment, but please, take a seat and we can talk about whatever you want...even if that includes Isaiah."

[Krista Knight]

Seeing the girl's face, Krista wondered what her brother had gotten into. This girl was either mourning a dead man or she just lost the love of her life. That's the way it looked. The way Chrys' face went from cheery greeting to that look of pain surprised Krista. "I could ask you the same thing," she retorted, before sitting down in the chair. Krista was perplexed. She watched as Chrys sat down, and Krista sat again in her original chair, directly across from this new wonder. her face was a look of honest worrying as she wondered how this girl knew Isaiah, and what about Isaiah could be such a sore spot. Although Isaiah had a way about rubbing people the wrong way at times.

When Chrys came out and said she'd even talk about it, Krista was purprised. It wasn't a trait she usually saw in other people. Many people didn't open up to strangers like krista did. She was already noting good qualities about this girl,...and she barely knew her. "I'm sorry if it's sore. Isaiah's my brother. I know his scent very well," she started. If this girl really knew Isaiah, then she might have even heard Krista's name before, but possibly not. Isaiah wasn't Krista's favorite brother by a long shot. They were only just recently building bridges long broken.

"If you want to talk, I love to listen, but it's up to you darling!" she said, and she probablys ounded a little more loud and cheery than she should have. She coooled down slightly and put a hand on Chrys' shoulder. "And if you don't want to talk about it, there's always this wonderful thing called fashion to distract you, right?" she finished. She would at least try to cheer the girl up... but hte thought of this girl's reaction to Isaiah was gnawing at her. If she didn't learn about it today, she'd ask later.

[Chrys Beretta]

The last thing she thought that would be brought up at this meeting was Isaiah. And yet that was the first thing out of Krista's mouth after their greeting. It was such a bizarre situation. Chrys really wanted to walk out of the cafe and avoid the conversation in its entirety, but Arion had put the thought into her head that she couldn't give up, and that meant that she could run away from it either. She would have to deal with Isaiah in time, and maybe Krista could be of help, even though Chrys didn't know how she knew Isaiah. For all she knew, Krista had dated Isaiah. After the fight yesterday, Chrys couldn't help but feel that she really didn't know a lot about Isaiah. She hadn't known that he was a werewolf, let alone that he was the second son of the alpha of the pack. There was sure to be more things that she didn't know about him. Which included this woman now.

When Krista said that Isaiah was her brother, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Someone in the family might actually be more help than anyone else that she could talk to. Krista would have to understand the situation, and maybe she'd seen Isaiah since their fight and knew how he was, and if he wanted to even see her again. The idea that Isaiah wouldn't want to see her anymore hurt, but if it was what he wanted, she would respect that. But for now, she needed to handle the current situation, which was talking with Krista. And as Krista explained that she'd be willing to listen if Chrys wanted to talk about it or willing to let it drop so they could distract themselves with fashion, a smile was provoked, spreading across her lips.

"Thank you Krista, I appreciate it...really." Chrys paused, thinking of how to put things. She didn't want another explosion like what had happened at the auto shop. "Well...Isaiah and I were friends...but we had a huge fight yesterday, and I think we both took things too far and said things we really didn't mean...and now I don't know if it can be fixed..." She figured that would suffice for now. If Krista wanted more, she would ask, and if not, then Chrys hadn't given too much away that might make more trouble.

[Krista Knight]

Krista coughed slightly when she saw Chrys' reaction. Had she really been that relieved that Krista was only Isaiah's sister? Krista shook her head, laughing out loud at the possibility of her romantically involved with Isaiah. It truly scared her. She was smiling as she knelt forward on her armchair and put her hand on Chrys' shoulder. "Sorry, I was just surprised at your relief. What did you think I was?" she spoke out, smiling. She felt bad for laughing at the reaction, but only slightly.

She leaned back again, taking another sip of her black Passion Tea as she listened to Chrys talk. She smiled as Chrys thanked her, and all she did was smile at her. She'd come in here thinking they'd be talking fashion, but the first thing to come up was her family. In a way she was upset; she liked fashion more than her own family, sadly. But on the other side, maybe getting to know this girl would make a fashion connection even stronger. Krista had a one-track mind sometimes. But she listened as Chrys spoke about her issue, and she felt bad that she didn't know anything that could help. She was family, right?

"What was the fight about? that might help," she started, curious. She may not know as much about her big brother as she'd like, but she knew enough. "He's a stubborn little kid sometimes, but you probably already know that, right?" she continued, trying to lighten the mood. She took another sip of her tea and pulled out the portfolio she'd brought for the fashion meeting. At least this way, if Chrys didn't want to talk about it, she could hide in the fashion world. It was a great place to hide. She showed her the dress piece that she wanted to make and the cool shoes she'd already bought. She figured that having one of the colors already here would be something to work with. maybe.

[Chrys Beretta]

To some it might be hard to explain. Most do not want to admit when they have done wrong. They are blind to their mistakes and tend to lay the blame elsewhere. This is not how Chrys is. She knows that she was the pivotal fire starter of the argument between her and Isaiah. If she hadn’t been so frank, if she had not displayed the mark so freely; there were so many ifs, more than enough to take the blame for the beginning. They both shared the middle, and the end seemed to fall a great deal on Isaiah, though she held some responsibility there as well. But it had been his final act that had drove home that he wanted nothing to do with her anymore. How else could she take being thrown against the building hard enough to bruise and having such harsh words spat at her face? No, Isaiah made it very clear, which only made it that much harder to not give up, like Arion said. But there was a saying that said the most difficult things to acquire are the most worthwhile. And Chrys had a feeling that this was true in this particular case as well. But when Krista laughed, she wondered if maybe this would be yet another obstacle and not a form of aid.

Krista paused, composing herself as she apologized, explaining why she had laughed, which brought a smirk to Chrys’ lips. “Oh, I didn’t mean to be such an open book, I just was afraid that you would be someone I couldn’t speak freely about Isaiah with…” she paused, before lowing her voice, “including about his werewolf side.” She added before returning to her normal volume, “And if you were an ex girlfriend, or something of that nature, you could get jealous or something. I’ve had enough trouble this week, I really don’t want more…” And that was the complete truth. Just the incident with Isaiah had been enough, but then the utter crumbling of rationality she experienced when she got home, and how she had hurt Arion in the midst of her self pity, any more would potentially break Chrys. She may be strong, but a girl can only take so much emotional attacks.

As much as Chrys had hoped that Krista wouldn’t ask for more information about the fight, her hopes went unanswered as Krista suggested that knowing what the fight was about would help. Chrys wasn’t sure how to put it. She didn’t want to cause another scene by angering another werewolf, but lying wouldn’t help either. Chrys took a deep breath and just spat it out, only loud enough for Krista to hear, “He saw this.” Chrys pulled back her hair, revealing the mark on her neck that cried out to the world of immortals that she was taken, that she was Arion’s. “And please don’t be angry as he was. I am not naïve, nor ignorant. I know what this means to most, but I am no one’s pet. I tried to explain this to Isaiah, but he wouldn’t listen. I couldn’t understand why he would be so upset about it, though that was before I found out that he was a werewolf.” She paused, ashamed that she learned how she had. “That bit of information came out during the fight, which only made things worse. I felt hurt that he hadn’t told me.” She sighed, shaking her head, “It all went down hill from there…we both said some very hurtful things and…” She thought better of mentioning that Isaiah had thrown her against the building, “And now things are as they are. As far as I know, he wants nothing to do with me anymore…but I don’t want to leave things like this…”

A humorless laugh escaped her lips, ”You must think me a very selfish person…” Chrys definitely thought she was. Wanting to see Isaiah, even though he said he didn’t want to see her anymore. As Krista said that Isaiah was stubborn, Chrys couldn’t help but agree, but she didn’t voice it. After all, she was just as stubborn, if not worse. ”If you don’t want to say, please feel free not to…but have you seen Isaiah…do you know how he is?” Shaking her head, ”Maybe that’s a silly question…but I am still concerned about him…because of our fight, he got fired from his job…and I know how much he loved that job. I tried to talk Richie about giving Isaiah’s job back, but I don’t know if it worked or not…”

[Krista Knight]

Krista didn't know what to think. Here she was, excited about a little fashion design, and this girl was getting into tiffs with her brother. If she knew he was a werewolf, didn't she know not to anger him that much...as a human? Honestly, he could kill her by accident if he were mad enough. She sighed as the story came out about the awkwardness with Isaiah. At least Krista knew she could trust this Chrys girl. If she was weary about the secret to even a stranger, a complete outsider, then she was safe. Although Krista wasn't an outsider, it was nice to see the caution in Chrys' expressions. It really made her smile. And when Chrys' face turned to somewhat of an anguished look, Krista couldn't help but push her body forward and pull the girl into a tight hug. Krista wasn't a shy girl, and she made fast friends. Sometimes she found she couldn't trust them,...but issues like that were easy enough to deal with.

She pulled back a little to smile at Chrys, let her know that she was totally there to help, and to try to comfort her. A lot for one look, but she could try. "I'll try to help the best I can, okay?" was all she could say. She didn't really see much else necessary. But as Chrys came out with the story, Krista felt her defenses go up. She saw the mark... those stupid vampires got to her. No wonder Isaiah was mad! She was pretty, funny, and had a great personality so far. Knowing Isaiah, he cared for her. Whether it was romantically or not, they were close. It'd be the only way he'd let her get away. Isaiah wasn't a fan of vampires. None of them were. Krista had the urge to blow off the handle herself, and it was very hard to not do it. Her face crinkled in distaste at it, but she stayed. The only saving grace Chrys had was not knowing that Isaiah was a werewolf...at least not until AFTER he found out about the mark. If she'd known and had willingly shown a vampire mark, Krista could only laugh. Instead. she listened, cautiously, to Chrys' side of the story.

"You're not a pet?" she asked. She was honestly curious. She'd only ever seen a mark like that on a pet. Otherwise the person was made into a friggin' bloodsucker like the rest. But if she wasn't a pet, what was keeping this vampire from turning her? Krista's face contorted in weird, confused glances as she tried to process the story. "Isaiah doesn't like to listen when he's mad, but even I don't get the mark. What are you to that kind of creature if not a pet? You're not one of them, I know it. I smell you. But..." Krista put her hand on Chrys' shoulder, pouted her lips and let out a deep sigh. Her head hurt. How was she supposed to know that her perfect fashion designer would end up entwined in her little world?

[Chrys Beretta]

Caution had held Chrys’ tongue as she made sure of whom Krista was, but now that she knew she was Isaiah’s sister, things were a little easier. She knew that she could talk about supernatural topics such as vampires and werewolves without revealing secrets or being laughed out of the café. And apparently Krista had appreciated her trepidation as she smiled, listening to her. Chrys was a little surprised when Krista got up and hugged Chrys tightly, and gasped as Krista’s arms wrapped around her bruised back. Biting her lip, she held back the urge to cry out, but it was definitely painful to have pressure on her back like that. Still, it was sweet of Krista to hug her, and it made her believe that all of Isaiah’s family must be sweet like he and Krista are. As Krista stated that she would help the best she could, Chrys smiled warmly, ”Thank you, Krista.”

The tension that Chrys was causing herself probably wasn’t helping, but trying to explain a fight she had with a werewolf to another werewolf seemed to be a very treacherous venture. Uncertain as to whether Krista would react as Isaiah had and go off the handle, Chrys was skeptical of what she could or could not disclose. She didn’t want to anger another werewolf, especially in such a public place as a café. So she tried to explain the fight to the best of her ability with small disclaimers breaking up the explanation to make sure that Krista didn’t explode. It was definitely a mouthful to get out, but once it was Chrys felt a little better. She’d only told two people now about what had happened, Arion and now Krista; and each time the story passed her lips, she felt a little better about it, noticing how Arion was right, that it wasn’t really entirely her fault as she had first believed that disastrous night after the fight.

There was no surprise in Chrys’ face when Krista questioned about Chrys being a pet or not. This seemed like a bizarre notion to Krista, if Chrys was reading her right, and apparently most believed it odd. Apparently there were very few humans who became engaged to vampires. Probably the fault of the Brother’s Grimm and all those horror movies. No one wanted to believe that vampires could be good people. But then why could people believe werewolves were good. There were just as many stories and movies about werewolves under a poor light. But Chrys didn’t have time to persuade the world that she wasn’t crazy, but she could convince Krista. ”No, I’m not a pet. I do not live and breathe to feed Arion.” she stated a little tartly. She paused, knowing that she had been rude just then, but listened as Krista explained that Isaiah wasn’t a good listener once mad, and that she didn’t understand the mark either. She went on to say that if she wasn’t a pet and wasn’t not a vampire which she was sure of due to her scent; a fact Chrys would have to get used to, Krista didn’t know what she was.

A small chuckle escaped Chrys’ lips at this statement. ”I’m sure you’ve heard of my kind…” she said teasingly before holding up her hand that bore Arion’s grandmother’s ring, a very antique and beautiful engagement ring. ”I am a woman in love and engaged to the man I love. The mark is to insure that no other vampires will harass me.” She let this sink in before she continued. ”I may be a rare breed, a human who loves a vampire, but that doesn’t make me an idiot or half of the other names Isaiah called me…” Chrys’ voice cut off there. She knew her words were right, that she was not a moron for loving Arion, but she didn’t want that love to come at the cost of her friendship with Isaiah. ”Isaiah didn’t want to hear any of it, and as you said, his anger didn’t help. But I don’t want to lose him…he’s a very dear friend to me. My first real friend here in Muertan…” It may be pathetic, but it was the truth.

This post has been edited by Chrys Beretta on May 31 2009, 11:20 PM

[Krista Knight]

It was hard for Krista to comprehend the situation. She'd always grown with a dislike for vampires. Even all of her family spoke ill of them. She truly understood when Isaiah' anger came from. Isaiah was a pig when it came to listening to people, and he was only proving it here. But Krista began to wnder/Did Chrys count as a vampire now, then? She didn't want to hate the girl, she hadn't even gotten to see how she did with fashion design. And if she was a vampire, or was going to be, it was going to take a lot of work on Krista's part if they were to become friends. She grumbled to herself as Chrys described what her mark meant to her. She was claimed,... but didn't that mean "pet"? She'd never know. She was 142 ans she felt naive. Not many people could really pull that off. the only good thing out of Chrys' mouth that Krista enjoyed was when she mentioned she didn't live and breathe to feed this "arion" person.

then Chrys started talking about Isaiah again. And Krista could see the affection in her eyes. It made Krista smile when she saw it and she wondered just how close Chrys and this vampire could be if she was talking about Isaiah with such emotion. In the back of her mind she hoped that Isaiah loved this girl so that Krista could help him steal her from the vampire.... although she would never tell the girl that to her face. But she'd definitely help try to rekindle their friendship... for starters.

"Ok if you want I can call Isaiah later, but not now," she started, smiling. "I don't know how much we can do here, but I can definitely talk to my brother and figure some stuff out. I hope things work out because you're one pretty awesome chick so far, Ms. Chrys," she finished, smiling. " I'm not the greatest at frisndship advice, so I won't give much, but please don't hate my brother for this if it comes to that. He's stubborn, but he'll get his ass over it if I have a say in it," she said, laughing.

After this, she pulled her folder back outagain. Before they left today she wanted to get at least a little bit of progress on this fashion. She wasn't sure how long they'd stay distacted before another question about Isaiah came up, but she'd at least get hte pictures to Chrys. "Before we get enveloped in conversation about my brother, can I at least show you the photos of the outfit I've been looking for?" she asked, smiling at Chrys.

[Chrys Beretta]

It had only been a day, a mere twenty four hours, since the fight with Isaiah, and yet Chrys had learned something very important. As much as you trust someone, they aren’t all going to take the existence of immortals well. Of course Isaiah’s issue wasn’t with whether immortals were real or not. He was a werewolf, he knew better than anyone that beings such as himself existed and melded into the world of the mortals. His issue seemed to be with vampires in general. He had a stereotypical view of them, and nothing seemed to be able to break through that ignorant bubble he kept himself in. But others would have different issues than whether vampires were proper company for a mortal or not. No, if Chrys told her cousins Cam and Leo about vampires and werewolves, they might not believe her, or they might become scared. There were several possibilities, and Chrys hadn’t even taken any of them into consideration when she first approached Isaiah. Now, she would be more careful. That is why she was tip toeing through the land mine known as her marking while explaining things to Krista.

Isaiah and Krista were siblings, and probably shared similar views on matters such as these, even if they were in error. Vampires were no worse than werewolves, and werewolves were no worse than humans. The one factor that they all shared was that they all had the potential to kill one another and those of other kinds. None were above bloodshed. It is the differences that scare people, and make them toss such people as vampires and werewolves into the category of monster. But neither were such a thing, at least not all of them. Chrys shuttered at the thought of one particular vampire that had proven to be someone she would place in the monster grouping. He had made demands of her, threatening her if she did not comply. She would have to face that particular monster soon enough, and the thought was enough to bring her chills. But for now, she needed to prove to Krista that she wasn’t a feeding farm for vampires.

Somehow it seemed like Krista was going to believe her, or at least wasn’t going to argue with her about the matter. Instead, she offered to talk to Isaiah. For this, Chrys would be eternally grateful. Krista went on to say that Chrys shouldn’t hate Isaiah for what happened, that he’s just stubborn. Chrys had to laugh at this, as she held back the urge to cry. ”No, I’d never hate Isaiah, I just fear he hates me. She smiled, ”But thank you Krista, I really appreciate your help. She reached forward and took Krista’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, ”Really, you have no idea how grateful I am to you, just for being willing to try and help me.”

With that, Krista pulled out the folder that she had brought with her, and suggested they actually get some fashion business taken care of. The meeting had been intended for this, they may as well use some of the time for its true purpose. With a smile on her lips, Chrys took up the folder, ”I’d be happy to see the photos and see what I can pull together.” Opening the folder, she looked at the pictures that were very well put together, showing her all the necessary angles she would need to make this dress. It was a very cute cocktail dress with a pattern of graffiti on it. The cogs in Chrys’ mind began to turn as she considered what she would do to recreate this dress. ”I can do this for you, though it won’t be an exact copy of it. The graffiti I would hand draw myself and do a silk screen transfer to a white base. Would that be okay, or were you looking for an exact replica?”

[Krista Knight]

"It's no problem, hun, really," she replied, referring to the issue with her brother. How Krista always seemed to get into funny situations with strangers was unknown to her, but it made life interesting. So her fashion designer-to-be was connected to her brother, so what? Maybe she'd do an even better job than the lovely pictures Krista had seen because of her helping her out with this. She hadn't been thinking that when she offered the help, but as she showed Krista the photos, she realized it might work to her advantage. Either way, she was putting her faith in someone new.

Krista watched as Chrys looked through the folder, seemingly pleased with it. Krista was great at putting outfits together...it was creating them that she lacked skill in. She'd tried to do some stitching as a kid, basic designs even, but she kept pricking herself, stitching crookedly, and getting too impatient for it. Krista was definitely the kind of person who liked what she wanted now, not later. Sewing and fashion creation was not meant for her. Sometimes her friends joked that she wasn't a normal girl because she couldn't do many of the basic tasks that girls are known for doing. She would laugh, not telling them what for; how do you tell some friends that you're a werewolf without them flipping out? That knowledge wasn't for everyone.

Chrys asked her about the details of how she was going to recreate the dress. Krista smiled and shook her head. "I definitely don't want an exact replica. That dress has already been made. I want one that's just for me," she started, pulling the picture towards her so she could point out the graffitti. "If we were to copy this, you'd get in trouble. I just wanted to give you an idea of what I am looking for. If you have an idea of how to make it more unique, totally run with it!" she finished, and her excitement was building. She hoped this would turn out well, but she was promising herself that since she couldn't do it herself, she'd trust others with their ideas.

[Chrys Beretta]

It was easy to fall into the conversation of fashion after that lengthy discussion about Isaiah. It was still a little shocking to find out that her perspective client not only knew Isaiah, but was related to him. Chrys couldn't help but wonder what higher being she had pleased to pull that particular string of fate. With Krista's help, things might actually be able to be patched up between her and Isaiah, a thought that she was hesitant to hope for, having no wish to make the hole that currently resided in her chest bigger by holding out for a fate that really was never open to her in the first place. It was possible that by taking the path that lead to Arion, she'd forever closed the road to Isaiah in any manner. It was a distressing thought, but one that she really had no control over. Not only was it Isaiah's choice to decide whether he even wanted to work things out, but Chrys couldn't choose any other route. Her heart was tied to Arion in such a manner that there was little chance that it would ever be severed. Chrys just hoped that Arion didn't mind that. After all, he was a vampire who had lived for quite some time and had seen more than she would ever in her mortal lifetime. It would be very easy for him to grow tired of her, a mere mortal that held no particular alluring trait. The thought sent a pang of pain through her heart, but it was still a thought that passed in her mind. Doubt was part of life...

Still, She could try her best to mend things with Isaiah, as long as he could understand that she came in a package, paired with Arion. He'd have to take Arion or leave them both. As for Arion, she'd worry about that if the day ever came. She prayed it wouldn't but there were only so many favors the high powers could grant one measly woman. Smiling, she nodded at Krista as she reassured Chrys that her offer of help was no problem. From there they delved into the world of fashion, much to Chrys' pleasure. It was a world of fabric, stitches, patterns and creativity, and a world that she greatly enjoyed being a part of. It was structured while still allowing her to take liberties once in awhile. With the wheels turning in her mind, she waited until Krista informed her that she wanted the graffiti to be unique to her, to make the dress her own. Now something like that was easy for Chrys. After their conversation, she had a decent feel for Krista, and with the added knowledge that she was a werewolf, she knew she could come up with something fabulous for Krista. "Alright, I can work with that." A grin grew across her lips, "I can already see it, and you'll look wonderful in it!"

From there, they discussed fabrics, any specific alterations and pricing. That was where Chrys was very generous, telling Krista that this would be a free dress, but only this once. She told Krista to consider it an investment into advertising, with a teasing tone. As long as she told people where she got the dress, it was all good. In reality, she wanted to present Krista with a gift for treating her so kindly, even though she just met her. Chrys could tell that something like that wouldn't go over well with Krista, so she presented it under a different light. Krista didn't seem to mind as they brought the discussion to a close. They set up a date to take measurements, as she joked that she doubted Krista would want to stand around in her undergarments in a public cafe. With that, they stood and Chrys hugged Krista, whispering her thanks into her ear before she headed out the door.

As she put the folder and her purse together under the netting on her bike, she didn't notice the car pull up behind her. It wasn't until she heard the chilling voice that she attempted to scream, but it was too late. A hand with a cloth was over her mouth in no time. Try as she might to not breath in the fumes she was sure were in the cloth, she had to breath eventually. They pulled her into the dark sedan with heavily tinted windows. Before her vision faded, she saw the monster sitting in the front passenger seat. He turned around and smiled cruelly at Chrys, "We have a date to keep, my dear Chrysaia." And with that, she was unconscious, with only the worst of thoughts to fuel the nightmares of her drugged slumber.

This post has been edited by Chrys Beretta on Aug 4 2009, 01:58 AM