*Dorien was sitting in the corner of his cell in the dark. He had been stripped of his clothes save for a pair of old ratty pants. His pale skin gleamed in the shadows; his mucles where were merely hinted at before under the ratty shirt were visable now. He was beautiful...all vampires were. It was something that attracted their prey to them. He had his eyes closed, which were still black from hunger as he rested, never sleeping. He could notsleep, being dead. When he heard the lock on the door start to slide, Dorien opened his eyes and waited patiently*

She had taken a lot of trouble to get here, and thankfully no one cared or noticed what she was up to. But even so Fawne was dressed in a long fitted silver traveling robe, with the hood pulled up and her immaculate Orange sash draped across her shoulders, nobody cared for those who hid in plain sight. She slipped the lock on the door across slowly before pushing the door open lightly and walking into the cell.

She paused and peered into the Darkness, her eyes being unable to see to well with the added shade from her hood. Sighing he nervously twisted her fingers before allowing her soft voice to carry.

"Dorien?"

*Dorien shifted his position and stood, moving to the other side of the cell where she could see him in the blink of an eye; vampire speed* "Right here Fawne." *He said quietly with a small forced smile. Dorien's chains rattled as he raised his hands to hold onto the bars or the cell* "I thought you'd gone back to school."

She pushed the hood from her head quickly and turned her gaze towards his voice. However upon seeing his current state she quickly dropped her gaze to her hands a light blush across her cheeks. He was indeed very handsome but in a mysterious way, and it was more than a little odd to her to see him half naked. Her own face was lacking even a forced smile, she just kept a plainly neutral expression on it though she was more than happy to see he was alive.

"I have." She choose not to elaborate on the fact she wasn't suppose to be here, in all technicality she was on an authorised visit to her mother. "I am so sorry Dorien."

*Dorien heard the increase in her heartbeat when she saw him. However, he thought it was because he had scared her. He pressed on despite the guilt.* "What are you sorry about?" *He asked softly, the smile fading. He noticed that she was wearing a traveling cloak, which he took to mean that she wouldn't be staying.*

She still hadn't looked at him since she first looked away. She found it mildly distracting and she supposed it was either a vampire trait or one of his normal ones. She wrung her hands together nervously as if she wasn't sure the right way to broach the topic.

"I made you a promise, one i have not kept. I left you to rot Dorien. The best i can do now is to fabricate my way here for a little while."

*Dorien was quiet for a moment, just watching her* "You did what you had to do. I understand." *He forced another smile to reassure her that it was okay....even if he had missed her. Dorien ran a hand over his face and let it drop down to his side. He took a hold of the bars again* "Has Hogwarts changed a lot?" *He asked, obviously aching to get out and go back. He didn't do well behind bars for long periods of time. None of his kind did.*

She took a few more steps towards Dorien, and moved her gaze from her hands to his eyes, and only his eyes. She refused to move her gaze, for the obvious reasons.

"No longer is the school full of wonder, no where is safe any longer. Especially not here... Dorien, how much are you willing to risk to leave this place?"

*He smiled weakly at her naivate (sp)* "Fawne.....I have nothing to lose from being in hereanything that I want to exist for is out there..." *He stopped talking, unable to explain the intensity oof his desire to be free.*

She smiled herself, hers filled with a small tint of humour.

"You miss understand me Dorien. You will not be able to escape on you're own. Others will need to help, how many are you willing to put at risk? I will need to find them of course..."

So he hadn't asked her to help him, she had of course been growing this ridiculuos and unplanned idea in her head for a while. And being who she was she decided it was time to put things into action, she had done some research after all.

*Dorien fell silent, looking at her. He finally looked away, his hands sliding from the bars and stepping back into the shadows, deep in thought.* "I don't want to put anyone in danger...." *He murmered, looking up from the floor at her, his eyes flashing in the dim light, another sign of his vamparism.* "I don't want to put you in danger...."

A strange look of determination flashed across her usually misty eyes as she watched Dorien retreat into the shadows. A small frown marred her face, though upon reflection it wasn't a huge change from her neutral expression.

"We are all in danger anyway, would you not rather be there on your own terms, i would rather or i would not have came here. I can not do this on my own Dorien, please don't make me try to...I'm flattered but i will help free you regardless..."

The be honest her voice was still soft, a little more so than usual. The whole situation was making her uneasy. She was stood in a cell discussing escape and his vampire eyes made her shiver.

*Dorien gritted his teeth. Why wasn't she understanding him.* "Look. I'm not going to let you put yourself and other people in danger just to get me out. Do you realize that you could die?" *He had taken a few steps foward, but her scent combined with his frusteration and hunger had sent a fresh wave of venom into his mouth. He forced himself back and sat on a bench against the far wall. He looked up at her, his eyes flashing again and his fangs visable, even in the dark* "Do you understand what you're getting yourself into?"

She shivered visibly this time, the eyes scaring her more than the fangs. She continued to hold his gaze though it scared her to do so, She took a deep breath and did something she even surprised herself with, she forced a half smile onto her face.

"No i do not, nevertheless that is half the fun; not knowing...A great man once said there are worse things than death. I would find it more delightful to die doing something i believe in than doing nothing at all..."

She stopped her speech and took a few tiny steps towards him, despite the fact he was scaring her currently. She was trying to show determination; something she wasn't used to having.

*Dorien could hear her heart racing, and it was driving him absolutely insane. He stood and began pacing, trying to shake the wave of hunger* "Are you alright? You seem like something's wrong. Like you're scared.....if you're scared about this then just let it be. I can wait it out in here a little longer. And if you're really determined to do this, then I think we should write to my family and see if they would come help us. Having six more vampires on our side wouldn't hurt?" *He smiled at the semi-dark humor, his fangs visable once again*

She paused, she hadn't realised she was that easy to read. But when she thought about it he was a vampire after all, who knows just what he can sense? She didn't.

"I am delightful. I am perhaps a little skittish but you have waited long enough..." She paused to watch his pacing, mistaking it for wanting of freedom not hunger. He seem odd, and it made her jumpy. "Are you sure i should contact you're family?" He had after all told her not to many times before.

"I believe it's getting to the point that if we didn't ask for their help that they would be angry with me....and I don't want have to put up with their dissapointment for the next few centuries." *He said in a rush, not even looking at her. Finally, Dorien stopped, his back to her and let his head fall back. His mouth was slightly open, as he was tasting the air. Dorien let his eyes close while he spoke* "I don't know how much longer I can last in here. I'm not made for small confined spaces."

She nodded her head in reply but realised he wasn't; facing her and so she vocalised her accent. Her eyes still watching his every movement, he seemed so restless and it made her nervous.

"I shall contact your family, may you tell me where to find them?" Her voice sounded soft and it seemed she wasn't at all bothered by the prospect of having to find his family, who she assumed would be well hidden.

She took a few more small steps forwards, as if she was contemplating overcoming the nerves that now seem to be plaguing her. She assumed it was the seriousness of the conversation, it was not in her nature to be nervous and her every move seemed over exaggerated to herself.

"You will not have to last much longer, i hope. I am deeply sorry for leaving you here; you have been maltreated and left to starve."

*Dorien took another deep breath, gathering himself together before turning back around to face her. He looked strained, almost like he was in pain, as he walked foward towards Fawne. It was he scent in the samll room...it over powered everything else and was making things very difficult. He was hungry to the point of weakness, and he hoped that he would be able to eat something befoe they broke him out. He didn't trust himself around Fawne when he was like this* "Do you have a quill and paper? I'll write down the address." *He reached the bars but stood back slightly, afraid to be too close to her. Afraid that her close scent would drive him to do something desperate.*

She watched him curiously, silver eyes shining in wonder, he looked hurt. She mistakenly assumed he'd been tortured again, after all she wasn't exactly all that knowledgeable on vampires. However rather than speaking right off she took to searching the pockets of her traveling cloak for a paper and quill. She managed to find paper in the form of an old envelope, as for a quill well that was easy enough she always carried i small blue quill with her; it came in handy. Attempting to squash the fear his curious behaviour was causing she took the remaining steps forwards, towards the bars. Reaching her hand out to offer him the paper and the quill.

"Perhaps these will be okay?...Dorien...Are you alright? You seem, forgive me for being rude, but you seem odd."

*Dorien reached through the bars silently and took the envelope and quill. He wrote down the address quickly and slid it back to her through the bars, careful not to touch her hand with his own. Finally he took a small step back and sank to the ground. His forehead rested in his hand and his eyes were, once again, closed* "No....I'm not oaky." *His voice was so low he wasn't even sure if he had been heard. Dorien lifeted his gaze back to her* "No." *He repeated solemnly*

She retrieved the envelope and quill quickly, pocketing them once more and making a mental note to destroy that piece of paper once she'd used it. She had been so buys bustling around she had yet to notice him sink to the floor, however his voice gained her attention and grey eyes snapped to his shrunken form. She pouted slightly, upset for him. She bent down, without bending her knees, so her head was at a similar height; the fear had lessened slightly though she still seemed a little skittish of his unusual behaviour, and it took a lot to make Fawne skittish plus still found his state distracting.

"What have they been doing to you my friend?...Can i help?"

"It's not what they've been doing to me." *He explained, still quiet.* "It's what I am...what I can't help..." *He was on his feet again and at the bars in the flash of an eye* "Do you realize what would happen if I wasn't wearing these chains and these bars wern't here? Do you understand how hard it is for me to be in the same room as you when I'm like this? When I'm this hungry? I'm dangerious, Fawne. You must see that."

She had been listening intently until he jumped up in a flash, it was then she visibly stepped back righting herself to her normal height, though to her credit she didn't flinch, she merely raised a hand to her fast beating heart trying to clam herself. That had definitely not done her skittish nerves any good.

She breathed quietly and slowly, before speaking. Her tone was softer than usual, resigned almost. "I do see, i do..." her tone seemed to lift back to its normal songy tones as she continued "Nevertheless i find that i need to help you as much as you need my help; i would rather think it would be classed as atonement? Perhaps when you are free you would prefer i keep other company but for now there are still bars separating us, and i am still very much alive."

*Dorien was silent for a moment as he watched her. Eventaully he pulled his gaze away and rubbed his hands over his face as he resumed his pacing* "I'm not saying that I'm ungrateful for what you've done. I could never thank you enough for what you've done. And what you intend on doing in the future. I just don't trust myself like this." *He looked at her pointedly* "I don't want to hurt you."

She glanced towards the door, wondering if he would prefer she left now? But she herself was unsure, she knew it was obviously paining him for her to be there right now, but if she left him in that state what would she return to later on?

"I...I am sorry and i do not require your thanks. We are friends, i find it delightful you don't wish to harm me nevertheless I did once tell you that i would keep my guard and so i shall..."

She took a few steps back as if to emphasis the point, her breathing and heart beat had calmed a little, her facade was still holding way, though her gaze seemed skittish. Her eyes never could hide much.

"Okay....okay....." *He sat on the bench in his cell once again, trying to ignore her scent* "When you talk to my family, please don't mention that I was like this." *He looked up at her, saddened by his lack of control* "I'm sorry if I frightened you before." *He was sorry......he hadn't ment to scare her.*

Fawne suddenly seem to blink on the word family, and her breathing became heavier as her mind jumped to conclusions. She had assumed they were all much like Dorien in disposition. But she had seen this scary side of him now, and she had no idea just how nice they'd be too a human girl asking for their help. She shook her head and took another step backwards her hand still clutched somewhere above her heart.

"I will not...Dorien, your family, they, they will speak to me will they not?" She didn't want to offend her friend by asking him outright if he family was a nice to humans as he was, Dorien had once told her not all vampired were nice.

"Yes...they'll talk to you....." *He tried to ignore her obvious fear, or what he interpreted as fear, judging from her jump in heart rate.* "If you don't want to do this you could still back out." *He assured her, trying to hide his dissapointment. As much as he hated the thought of her putting herself in danger to help him, he had been sure she would do it.*

She blinked languidly, as if that would wash away her expression of fear, purposefully dropping her right hand to her side and having her left twiddle the thestral pendant around in her hand.

"No...No i will help." there was definite tone to her soft voice that stated she had already been planning this in her mind. "I am just a little worried how well my current political standing" She gestured to her sash "will go down with your family.."

She paused and removed the necklace from her neck. Twirling it expertly around in her fingers, whilst her eyes watched. As if she was contemplating something.

"Just explain to them that you're not completely with the family." *He paused for a moment.* "That is the truth of it, right?" *He stood again, but stayed back towards the back of his cell* "How are we feeling about the family these days, Fawne?" *He said with a smile that was obviously a little forced and slightly sarcastic.*

She stop twirling the pendant sharply, and clasped her hands tightly around it, like a touchstone. For the first time in a while Fawne looked genuinely hurt at his mistrust. She blinked like a deer in headlights before she spoke, with a tone a little more earthy than usual.

"If you don't trust me Dorien then i will burn the address here and leave, i have yet to even read it. You must trust me. I have not lied to you, not once... My brother has abandoned me for 'This'" she gestured around wildly to the ceiling, she meant the family. "He wishes me harm! I have twisted the truth in person and on scroll records about where i am this weekend; just to get here. Perhaps you would rather think the worst of me? But i state now that i would not have acted the way i had if i cared at all for this ridiculous places cause."

She stopped the nervous grasp on the pendant and took a few deep breaths. She had said most of that without pause. Although dreamy in nature Fawne did not like being called a liar. Her voice took on its soft tones, though they seemed slightly forced.

"Perhaps it is time i leave..."

"I'm sorry Fawne." *He sat down again on his bench* "I just.....if you sat down here with just your thoughts and no escape for as long as I have, you'd start suspecting everyone too. He stod again and started towards the bars, obviously restless from his lack of ability to stay in one place for too long* "I tihnk that's what they're trying to do....drive me mad" *He stopped dead in the center of his cell* "I'm sorry I suspected you." *His manic change of mood was another sign of his restlessness and impending madness.*

She sighed and looked down at the floor, when he mentioned how long he;d been there she felt guilty once more, no longer angry but just guilty. She'd left him there whilst she return to hogwarts to be normal and learn, so life wasn't the best with Harshing around but still...

"It is alright Dorien, I'm afraid i over reacted; the family is not my friend and it hurt to hear you suggest it was..." she glanced towards the door, as if expecting someone to be there. "I should leave soon, i need to find your family and return to hogwarts before the weekend ends..."

She finger the necklace and held it towards him, her fingers clasped around the chain not the thestral shaped pendant.

"I would like you to take care of this for me. Think of it as my reassurance that i will return for you?"

*Dorien faltered as he stepped forwards towards the bars again to take the necklace* "But...you wear this all the time....are you sure you want me to have it?" *He was at the bars but hadn't reached out to take it* "There's no way that I can guerentee you'll get it back, you know. If sentinus finds it he'll take it from me."

She glanced at the necklace and once at Dorien, before seemingly staring into space.

"My Dad gave me that, his last gift to me. He said it would bring me luck, i was only eight at the time...I think it will survive for a little time here, and besides it will have grown bored of me by now." she glanced at the pendant once more, she realised that if the sentius had half a brain and did find the pendant he would put two and two together and know she'd been here. But Fawne still felt as if he was in need of the luck.

"i will let you decide, but i would like you to at least consider the offer as my promise either way." Which was true, Adriana had given her the dream catcher earrings as a similar token, and Fawne had always been once to learn from example.