Who: Bella and Rodolphus.
What: A random run in while in Paris. Neither has seen the other since their last fight and things are bound to be interesting.
Where: Paris, France.
When: Friday Night, September 19, 3000.
Rating: TBD!
Status: Closed/Complete.





The city of love. Bella just snorted in disbelief as she stared out of the window of her temporary home, the irony of the whole damn situation only causing her to shake her head. Of all the places for her to end up, it had to be here. Given everything that had happened the gods must really hate her for having this be chosen as the random place her finger fell to on the map. Love was the last thing she felt or wanted at the moment.

She had left England early the day before, leaving Barty a note on the table before slipping out the door and into the night. As grateful as she was for his help and for the way he didn't try to barge or intrude on what was going on inside her head there was no way she could have stayed there any longer. Especially after Rabastan had hunted her down. She should have just stopped talking to him sooner when her gut told her to, but oh no she had to keep going and now the one place she had felt safe in was no longer safe.

Sighing she turned away from the window and headed further into the large penthouse apartment she had all but stolen. Its not the like the Muggle needed it now. They were dead in a ditch somewhere. And it was only temporary. Bella had no intention of staying there permanently. No if she stayed in one place for too long one of them was bound to track her down and that was the last thing she needed or wanted. Heading for the large chair that sat next to the fire place she sat down in it and curled up, wrapping her arms around her legs as she hugged them tightly against her chest, her eyes staring vacantly at the wall as she tried to quiet her mind. She knew she needed to rest and soon, there was only so long she could go before she crashed and she didn't want to reach that point but she couldn't get her mind to quiet down long enough nor could she get the words and images to leave her alone long enough for her to rest. And it seemed that now was not going to be any different than any other time she had tried to rest.

Frustrated she stood up and headed over to her bag on the floor by the door. Crouching down she began digging through it, her wand getting stowed into her pocket as she pulled out a few other items, both of the daggers were slipped easily into the tops of the boots she wore and the large sweatshirt slid easily over her head as she stood up. If she couldn't get her mind to quiet down normally she would just over work until it gave up. And hunting seemed like just the solution. After all Paris was full of whores, thieves and drug dealers. It should be able to keep her busy for a while.

Setting a few quick wards on the apartment so that no one entered it while she was gone she disapparated with a crack, pleased to see her old hunting grounds still remained, and that it looked even worse than when she had been alive. Pulling the hood up on her shirt so that she blended in more easily she set off down the street, her eyes scanning the bodies that littered it as she searched for the right target, the perfect toy with which to busy herself with for a few hours.