øñłÿ følløwîñg ørdērš {eter only)

[~echo~]

The barracks were full of men and cots, all of which were close to each other and uncomfortable. Peter found his and lay down on it, sighing softly.

[Етеяиiту]

She crept in during the dead of night, when everyone was asleep ant the drunk knights would be heavy in dreams. She held up her knife above his throat and felt tears stream down her cheeks, falling upon his own as she prepared to strike down upon him.

[~echo~]

He feeling of her tears awoke him and he opened his eyes. Seeing the knife, he yelped, grabbed her wrist, and wrenched te knife away from her. "Wha-? Bella? What are you doing?!"

[Етеяиiту]

She tried to pull from her grip, crying as she felt the only piece of her old life ripped from her grasp. She stood and tried to pull herself from him, trying to get away, not caring about the sapphire encrusted dagger that matched the color of her icy eyes

[~echo~]

Several of the other knights had awoken at this point and rushed to help Peter. They grabbed her shoulders and held her still while Peter stood there, gripping the knife and looking disturbed. "Bella... what's gotten into you?"

[Етеяиiту]

She tried to wrench free of them, her knees crumpling beneath her,"it was your fault, you were the one who took him and killed him, so I'm supposed to take revenge, I cant get attached, please just let me leave" she whimpered softly, only loud enough for the knights around them to hear.

Carlyle, being one of the knights holding her looked from 'Bella' to Peter and continued to look back and forth, confused.

[~echo~]

Peter didn't understand at first, but then realization hit him like a running horse. "You... Your brother... I was only following orders, you can't blame me!"

[Етеяиiту]

"He wasn't guilty! He wasn't guilty! Why would you follow wrong orders!" She yelled angrily.

[~echo~]

"I can't... I can't disobey," he whispered.

[Етеяиiту]

She closed her eyes as tears fell from her icy gaze, she gave up, she stopped fighting, she went limp in the knights arms.

Carlyle gazed at him,"we have to put her in the dungeon" he said,"for attempted murder."

[~echo~]

He nodded hollowly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He never wanted his past to confront him ever again.

[Етеяиiту]

They cuffed her and forced her to stand, pushing her to the exit, leaving her blade with Peter.

[~echo~]

Peter turned it over in his hands, finally putting it under his pillow and propping himself up. Why did his past insist upon coming back to him?

[Етеяиiту]

She was pushed into a cell and stripped of what dignity she had left, throwing her into ragged clothes that all prisoners wore. They shackled her to the walk and she curled into a corner of the room, ignoring the maniacal stares and laughs from the other inmates.

[~echo~]

Peter waited for Carlyle to return, his heart still beating out of his chest. "How could I have been so stupid...?"

[Етеяиiту]

Carlyle frowned,"wait was that the chick you brought back? But didnt you say she seemed sweet and perfectly fine?"

[~echo~]

Peter nodded just barely. "She wasn't what she seemed."

[Етеяиiту]

Carlyle put a hand on his friends shoulder and looked over his expression,"something tells me you aren't telling me the truth."

[~echo~]

Peter's jaw ground and he looked at Carlyle. "That's all you need to know."

[Етеяиiту]

Carlyle frowned,"you have pushed me away since she got here my friend, why is that?"