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Vlad seemed concerned about one thing now. He was awfully quiet for many minutes as he swung. Dead silent. "It may be an odd question, but since your my only friend I have to ask it. What if ...what if I hurt you someday?" He asked quietly. She more then likely could catch on. He was part demon. Demons were evil and chaotic. The only reason he was sometimes nice to her was because of half the personality he received with the body.

His silence made her a little uncomfortable... and worried. But she was patient and continued swinging. His question made her slow a little and think about it. "Hm. I don't know. I guess I would still be your friend... and forgive you... but I'd probably be angry about it for a while. Getting hurt isn't such a big deal really... I'm used to getting hurt." The girl shrugged and looked up at the sky.

Vlad had stopped swinging, his hands were gripping the chains the swing hung from. That was good to hear, at least if one day he snapped, she wouldn't get extremely mad and hate him for eternity. And since he was immortal, it wouldn't litterally be eternity. Though one thing caught his attention and he looked at her, "how was you hurt?" He asked.

Luisa watched him curiously, wondering what he was thinking about. His question caught her off guard, but she responded... awkwardly. "My dad... He used to beat me a lot... sometimes even close to the point of death..." She'd never really told anyone about it. The foster care system hadn't even known the extent of her injuries or the abuse she'd experienced.

His facial expression didn't show much shock, but his eyes however did. She had never told him this as a child, but despite the fact she was telling him now, why didn't she just lie? Like she had lied to him as a child. He looked at the ground, only one thing crossed his lips. "You lied..." He said quietly.

His response made her feel a little guilty. "Well... yes. I'm sorry. Back then... I was too afraid to tell anyone the truth." She'd been so frightened of getting hurt worse... that she'd never dare to tell anyone. Always she'd lied. Maybe it was because as a child she felt loyal to her father... even when he hurt her. Or maybe just because she was afraid of what he'd do to her if someone found out.

Deep inside he was a little pissed that she had lied. She was his first friend, and back then she couldn't even tell him the simple truth. But she couldn't help it. It was to her own safety. He could respect that much. He bit his bottom lip thoughtfully. "Fear was dominant" he said. "And you simple did as it told you" he said. And that was true, or at least how he saw it.

It was true. She nodded quietly. "Yeah... It still gets to me sometimes... but not as bad now that I don't live with my dad anymore." Her grip on the swing tightened, her knuckles turning white. "I really hate him. " She muttered, not really caring if Vlad heard it or not.

(o.o ...man, I forgot all about this rp..)

Vlad continued to lightly swing on the swing, and he looked over at her. She hated her dad. Something she would have never confessed to years ago. Especially seeing she only told him today that her dad used to beat her. "I don't blame you.." he said looking away, that's all he could think to say..

(it's okay.)

Continuing to swing, she sighed softly. "I hope he dies." She muttered. Then, she swung faster, trying to expel her anger by physically exhausting herself. Vlad may not be the same person entirely, but somehow she felt she could trust him.

"He'll burn in hell" he said in dark response to her comment about how she hoped her father would just die. His eyes looked at her, watching her swing faster, by expression he could only guess she was trying to take out her anger. He looked away, and looked out at the playground as he swung on his swing, allowing her to take out her anger..rather then keeping it in.

Strangely, his response made her feel a little better. She hoped it was true. Part of her wanted the worst possible fate to find her father, and she wanted him to suffer for what he'd done. After a bit, she slowed her swinging and sighed softly. She felt better now. The expulsion of energy in the form of swinging made her able to feel a little less angry and calmer.

He looked around the playgeound, watching children, and teens play. Being quiet as she let out her anger by swinging. He gave her time, then looked at her when she sighed. But notma sad it depressed sigh. It was soft, like relief. "Better I suppose?" He guessed.

Glancing at him, she nodded slightly. "Yeah... a little bit..." She stopped her swing and stretched her arms slightly. "Want to do something else?" Suddenly, she had the urge to walk or run, to get into motion. Put some distance between herself and the memories.

Her response was a little good to hear. She was a little bit better. Not that it was a miracle or anything, but he supposed it was still a good thing. He slowly stopped his swing shortly after she had stopped swinging. When she asked if he wanted to do something else, he took the hint she didn't want to swing anymore, and so he said "sure.." he said and looked around them slightly, "like what?" He asked.

The idea that he might care at all about her hardly occurred to her. Just because he had the memories and body of her old friend didn't mean he was automatically obliged to like her. Either way, she pondered his question. What DID she want to do? After a moment's thought, she asked him curiously. "Is that candy shop still there? Or did they get rid of it?" If it was still there, it might be fun to go, just once, to see it.

Upon hearing her question of rather or not the candy shop was there or jot, he began to ponder. Remembering the child's trip there with his friend. "Honestly, I'm not sure.." he said, "it never got much business it seems, so maybe it closed down, but we would could go check.." he said standing up,

"Okay. Let's go look." The idea of going to look for it was fun. She wondered what they'd do if it was gone. Probably wander around or something. It didn't really matter. Luisa stood up and folded her arms over her chest. "Right... so which way was it?" Trying to remember, she looked around, trying to reorient herself.

Vlad tried to think of a mental map, imagining where the candy shop was, "I believe it was....this way" he said and began to walk North.

Following him, Luisa trusted him to find the way. She didn't know the way since the area had changed quite a lot since they were last here. Time had changed everything.