The restless one (Open to all/NOT vamp friendly!)

[rufiel]

The days rolled by one after another. A whole month had gone by in this dreary city, and the restless lycan had still lingered within it's borders. A nomad at best is what one would call him, drifting from one town to the next on his quest to exact the full extent of his vengance upon the vampires that had robbed him of his family... his life. Some in the past had called him foolish for pursuing such delusions, for he was young and inexperienced even for all the power held within his lycan blood. He could aimlessly drift for the entirety of his life, slaying any vampire that crossed his path until he either fell in combat or succumbed to the limitations of mortality.

Still, he remained here for some reason. Perhaps a false hope lay within this city... or the end of his journey.

"Storm's vampires..." Rufiel said quietly to himself as he wiped his forehead with a towel that was wrapped around his neck. He thought about the words of the bleeding woman and her 'mate' that he had heard about a month and a half back. They were the only clan of vampires that hunted humans for food... and to the extent of Rufiel's knowledge, his family had been no more than a delicacy for the bloodsucking vermin. Why else would they have killed his mother and father in cold blood? The thoughts raced through his head as he did one handed chin-ups on the entryway to the small hallway leading to his room.

The furniture had been moved around a bit in order to make room for his daily exercises. It made the place look a bit untidy... but it really didn't matter to him anyway. It wasn't like he ever received any guests anyway, so the untidiness did little to bother him. Dumbells and barbells were strewn about on the floor behind his couches, where he would periodically reach behind in order to grab one and commence his exercises. It was all he found to be fun in this town, if not necessary. About a half hour later he dropped down to the floor again, shaking the numbness out of his fingers before sitting down on his couch, aimlessly flipping through news channels on the television as police sirens rang loudly outside of his windows. As interest slowly faded, he rose and glanced outside of his windows down the street. "Cyanide..." he growled, clenching his fist tightly as he spotted the club in the fading light of a setting sun.

Just another day... how much longer until he eventually lost his patience?

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Uneven footsteps could be heard in the near silence that the streets seemed to possess today, some slightly heavy breathing along with it. The small, redheaded werewolf had to lean against the side of a building to catch her breath, one hand on her injured shoulder, attempting to stop the blood loss.
The silver-nitrate filled bullets had been extracted, but it seemed like they would still do their damage, the silver like a poison when paired with the blood of a Lycan or werewolf, like Felix herself. However much she tried, she wouldn't get anywhere too far from this spot without medical attention soon, and so, she ended up banging on door after door, the injured arm completely useless, hurt too much to really do anything. Besides, night would soon fall, and though she could take care of herself, the little werewolf was entirely too tired to attmept and fight her way home, more than likely ending up dead in the street if something decided to attack her.

Her own residence was a bit too far away for Felix's liking as of now, and so, another door, this time in an apartment complex much like her own, she knocked on the door, a heavy scent of Lycan around. Well, at least he would be sympathetic to her, right?
"Hey," she called through the door, knowing that he was home. The scent was fresh enough anyway. "Can I just stop by fer a bit?"
It was the way of Felix Delos just to ask someone to let her in, right now, not really giving a damn, just wanting to rest up for a bit, at least, in safe enough hands. Hopefully, this guy would have some sort of medical treatment for the werewolf. She didn't heal as fast as her Lycan cousins.

[rufiel]

Rufiel's ears easily picked up on the voice. Right outside his door... and it smelled like him yet somewhat different.

Still topless, the young lycan slowly made his way to the door. As he came closer, the second scent hit him... it was blood. Tainted blood, full of the silver nitrate that acted as a toxin to him and his kin. Rufiel's nose furrowed at the scent of the offensive silver, perhaps this individual had run into trouble and had taken severe injury. He opened the door, using the towel to wipe some sweat from his forehead as his eyes fell upon the younger looking woman. Her red hair fell about her face, obscuring some of it from view as she asked him for accomodations. Listening half heartedly, Rufiel waited until she was done asking for a place to stay.

"Who the hell are you?"

His question came gruffly and anxiously, as he didn't really trust those who appeared at his doorstep. He partially cursed his luck, it was the second time in a year he had come in contact with a bullet wound victim... didn't anyone know what a safety on their gun was? Surprisingly enough, she was able to remove the bullet on her own. It was rare to find someone who could do that, especially a woman for that matter.

"Listen here... I don't know who... or what you are, but you've got guts comin up to my doorstep and you don't even know me..."

He snarled a bit after speaking... he knew full well that he couldn't just leave her bleeding and dying... and he did have a kit for first aid. Scratching his head in frustration he quickly turned about and walked into his apartment. He'd have to find it, however it was lucky that he was raised with some kind of organizational skills... he knew exactly where to find the first aid kit. He looked over his shoulder and eyed the girl through narrowed slits. Needless to say, he wasn't happy about keeping prolonged company... especially when it meant possible risk to himself. Whoever did this... was bound to follow her until she was finished off. It wasn't certain, but Rufiel was good with those kind of guesses.

"Well what are you standing there for? Get in here and let's take a look at that bullet wound."

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So, he finally decided to answer the door. She was grinning, that cocky grin on her face showing that his rough words didn't bother her too much. If he really had planned on killing her, or just hurting her for that matter, it would have been too easy. Since, however, he didn't do it right off the bat, Felix assumed that at least the Lycan would give her something to treat the wounds. And if he did plan on killing her later, Felix could give him quite a run for his money.

"I'm Felix Delos, don't cha know?" she asked him, allowing herself to be introduced once she had entered the apartment, taking a seat on the couch, the blood beginning to stop flowing, just barely, though. It was still bad, and her shoulder hurt like hell. But that playful tone of hers changed as her green eyes followed him through the house, waiting for the medical treatment. "But really, thanks. I don't just randomly go up to strangers when I don't have to." That part, of course, was true. Felix only went up to strangers if she needed help, they needed help (which had gotten her into this situation), or when it came to her job in the slave market. It didn't really matter, of course, how much she told the Lycan before her.

If he had voiced his thoughts, the stranger, about the safety on the gun, Felix would have become instantly mouthy. It wasn't me who was shooting the gun, she would probably say cheekily. Or, perhaps about the prolonged company. Yes, she was a danger to him, and just a slight one now. Kayen Storm wouldn't follow her here, not when she had intervened like that. He would probably wiat to kill her later, or perhaps not even do it at all. "The bullets are out, but there was silver nitrate.." she informed him, though he could very well see that all for himself.

[rufiel]

"Name's Rufiel... Rufiel Vaudegal."

His reply was low and hoarse. He knew the seriousness of silver nitrate in the blood system of a lycan, and due to past experiences he was able to heal within a few hours. This Felix woman looked as if she had been staggering about like that for nearly 24 hours... or perhaps even more. It was safe to assume that she was a werewolf, a slightly more physically gifted lycan cousin albeit a tad berserk when transformed. Very few werewolves knew how to maintain sanity in their transformed state, but she looked as if she had been injured in a ferocious battle whilst transformed... whoever did this to her had to have been quite special in their own way. As he thought to himself in silence, he pulled the first aid kit from atop the cupboards in the kitchen and tossed it on the couch next to her.

"I assume that since you were able to get that bullet outta your arm, you can use that" Rufiel said gruffly "Now, you mind telling me who did that?"

He made his way to the door and locked it, ensuring that whoever followed her here would remain outside, and proceeded to sit in the chair across the front of the sofa. His golden yellow eyes remained on the bullet wound, unsure of whether to express concern or indifference towards her predicament. Hell, it was a rough city out there and if it had been her stroke of bad luck to have been caught by surprise by a mugger who just happened to be carrying a gun filled with silver bullets then it would have been a curse of luck. However, if it had been done by another who knew what she was and sought to end her... maybe perhaps a vampire... he might learn more about which group of vampires would make for a primary target. After all... Rufiel's quarrel wasn't with just any vampire. He wanted to know which group would go out of their way to hunt down a family of lycans and exterminate them.

His family...

"I know what you are. And I know not everyone walks around with a pistol full of silver rounds" Rufiel said, the tension clear in his voice as he half hoped that the vampiric scum that took his family were behind this. This girl might prove to be a key source of information.

"...So who... or what could've done this to a werewolf?"

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"Nice tah meet cha, Rufiel," Felix said, that small, cocky grin still present one her face as the medical kit was delivered. He was right, she could take care of herself well. The werewolf wasn't stupid, but then again, it was like she was a brainiac, working in the bio labs. "I just wished it was under better circumstances." The silver in her system was like a poison to the small werewolf, and she began to dig through the first aid kit for something like an anti-venom... aha. "Found it," she muttered, picking up the small syringe and injecting it right at the shoulder, before setting it aside. Taking her own t-shirt off, she was left in just a black tanktop. The petite woman began to treat her own wounds, bandaging them up after making sure they were cleaned properly.

Felix did have enormous self control. After all, a werewolf only shifted in three circumstances, none of them at will : under the full moon, when in life-threatening danger, and when one was extremely pissed off. Otherwise, they walked around appearing as humans, with super-strength and senses, and enhanced healing.

It wasn't someone that was out to murder her when she was shot at. More like, she had intervened with a certain head vampire, and ended up having three of six bullets embedded in her shoulder. "Tch. Kraven Storm, who else? Though, really," Felix continued, looking ta him, handing back the first aid kit, and getting up to throw away the bloodied and torn up shirt, "it was my fault." There was something Rufiel was hiding, some ulterior motive besides just wanting to help a distant cousin of his.

"So what's the real reason you're asking?" Felix asked, getting straight to the point.

[rufiel]

An eyebrow slowly raised as she asked the question. Inviting herself over, albeit the circumstance, was one thing... but for her to counter his question with another one? This girl was interesting, he had to admit.

"A group of vamps hunted my family down an' killed em" Rufiel stated blankly, his eyes beginning to shift to a deeper gold likened to his beast form. Lycans themselves had full control of their transformation, but with the intelligence they retained they sacrificed that primal bloodlust... that which the werewolves had in droves. Although able to control his power to a certain extent, Rufiel was prone to bursts of anger that triggered his transformation. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, regaining his composure. "I heard the vamps don't kill other races anymore because of some pact... obviously, those bastards didn't seem to care about all that."

He slowly opened his eyes, revealing their return to a normal state. "Long story short, I'm lookin for them... and I'll kill em all if I have to, or die tryin."

He grabbed the first aid kit off the couch and returned it to the shelf from which he got it. "I don't need to tell you that Silver Nitrate is dangerous to yer health... you walk around too quickly, and yer gonna succumb to it. Hell, I'm surprised yer skin ain't blue with Argyria already..." He spoke more to himself than to the woman, although there was no doubt in his mind that his guest could perfectly hear each word he said.

After all... she was a werewolf.

"This Kayen guy... tell me everything you know about him" Rufiel said tersely, walking back over to his chair. He normally wasn't this serious, but the mention of vampires attacking other races out of malice rather than self defense had been like throwing a bucket of blood in front of a shark. Suffice to say the young lycan was livid on the inside.

"I want to know everything... the situation in this town, the issue of vamps attacking people... everything."

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Looking down, she muttered something. "I'm sorry about your family. At least you don't have their blood on your hands." She said it very low, and even though he was a Lycan, he would have had to strain to hear what she said. Looking back up to him, Felix bit her lip as she noticed he had changed eye color slightly. Ah, she had not meant to provoke him, so she could just back off, for now.

Reclining back on the couch, she tossed her head back, resting it on the arm of the chair, her throat fully exposed, and, if he had the urge to kill her, it wouldn't have taken much. Felix closed her eyes, and sighed. It was true, even when she had been walking to find a refuge, she was having problems. "Tch, I'm stronger than yah think, Rufiel." But, she had been having trouble breathing, something that was simply added on with being a werewolf, let alone the silver exposure.

"You want to know about Kayen?" she asked him, opening her emerald eyes to look at Rufiel in mild surprise. "Well, for starters, he's the lead vampire. He has a slave that's gonna have his kid, so I'm assuming that their gonna get married. He wants to take down the Lycans..." She shifted uneasily, and ended up going over to the window. With her good arm, she brushed the red hair out of her eyes, looking out over the city.
"There was an angel and a human." Felix sighed, but then grinned again, her back to Rufiel. "The angel was defending the poor guy, and, it turns out, Kayen was getting pretty pissed. I didn't show up until he pulled out a sword, but which, I stepped in, and defended them. Heh, he tried to put me out of commission. Kayen doesn't know I was trained by one of the best hunters out there. But, anyway, continuing... He pulleed out a gun, fired six. I took three, and left, getting rid of the bullets as I went."

Turning back to him, she meandered over to the fridge, ending up finding some food, and quickly eating it. "I attack and kill people too, yah know," Felix said, once she had finished. It was true, a werewolf had very little control when shifted. "But it all depends on the vampires. I don't know the full story, or the reason behind Kayen's attacks, but I do know that I have pissed off the head physoc vampire, along with the regular vampire leader. Good thing I didn't attack Hiro or anything, otherwise, I'm just gonna be on everyone's hitlist."

[rufiel]

So this Kayen person wanted all lycans dead, huh? Well that was definitely good for starters. A crazed vamp with a vendetta against lycans was as good a reason as any to hunt his family down and kill them. Thanks to that little tidbit of information, it was officially open season on the brood of bloodsucking vermin that had been a thorn in Rufiel's side for years. But then she began to speak of angels and 'physoc' vampires... confusion was clearly written on Rufiel's face. Angels were supposed to be in heaven, so what the hell were they doing on earth? And this Hiro person? Apparently he was ill informed of this new world of the night at the time of his parents' death. Surely they knew everything that was going on, but this left Rufiel in the dark.

It didn't really matter though. Rufiel had a new goal.

"I don't know what you were doin mixing it up with this head vamp guy, but you're pretty brave considering what you are" Rufiel said, eying her angrily as she munched away at his food without so much as asking. He'd let it slide... after all she was wounded, and by the looks of how she carelessly exposed her neck she was tired as well. Rufiel wondered inwardly how she had survived this long, it was taboo for anyone near a lycan, werewolf or vampire to expose the neck. Doing so opened her up to a swift and often time painful death. Although Rufiel wasn't the enemy, part of him wanted to scold her for being so lax. Wounded prey was as good as finished when their guard was dropped. His father had told him that when they went on hunting trips.

He'd let that slide too. Wasn't his life, after all.

"Well in any case, you'll be safe here" Rufiel said, placing a hand on his chest. "I almost hope whoever did this to you comes to finish the job. I've been waiting for someone to throw the first punch."

He tried to sound like his cheerful self, to brighten the mood... but anyone could tell that he was trying too hard. As a matter of fact, Rufiel was flat out scared. If he couldn't protect her, then that would mean he was still a long way off from fulfilling his ambitions. Worse still, if he fell asleep and they came... she could transform and kill everyone in the building. He'd be forced to fight her... forced to kill her. The situation was far more tense than either of them had been letting on. Rufiel's now ebony eyes fell upon the young woman who looked to be 2 or 3 years younger than him. It was kinda sad... how someone as beautiful as her had such a wrathful beast trapped in her soul. If only she could control that beast, that would help her live a semi-normal life. He walked over to the sofa and sat down quietly.

"You know... you're a lot stronger than I initially thought" Rufiel muttered. "I still don't know much about you... but I can assume that much."

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Felix could easily read the scorn on his face at the way she was so relaxed here. But that didn't matter to the petite werewolf. As well, she could feel the slight annoyance radiating off of Rufiel at the stealing of his food. Too damn bad, she was too hungry and tired to really care at the moment. Felix has charisma, a little talent that she had, to get people to do what she wanted, by means of words and whatnot, at times. His confusion was easily read too.
"Oh, sorry Rufiel. I thought you knew.." she said, assuming that he didn't know the species she was talking about. "Some angels have fallen and others just come to visit." At least, she explained it like that, though it wasn't much.

"Thank you, for at least letting me stay here." When Felix thanked someone, she truly did mean it. Unless there was sarcasm in her voice, which there wasn't now, the werewolf was sincere, along with apologies and such. "And I'm not brave, I do only what I have to."

Felix returned to the sofa, stretching out a bit as she did so, making sure that her injured arm was still movable and whatnot. There wasn't too much pain, and the muscles and ligaments that had been destroyed were slowly but surely reforming. It wasn't instantaneous, but not as slow as a human, either. "Hah, I'm usually the one throwing punches," she said lightly, grinning, going along with his own attempt to lighten the mood, though hers was much better than Rufiel's. She laid down, this time, curling up, rather than lazing lounging there like before. It was a tense situation, and the two of them had tried to downplay it before. But, then again, if Kayen didn't turn up, then nothing would be that bad, correct?

"Oh, I forgot! The physic vampires are the ones that feed off of energy from other beings," Felix explained, brushing the hair out of her eyes once again. "You know," she whispered, looking not at him, but closing her eyes, "I don't think that's its bad I'm a werewolf. I mean, yes, I do kill, but that's not me. That's the animal inside me." It was the anticipation that made her speak like that, saying some of the first things that pop into mind. "It's not my fault." Except the memory of her mother being murdered by her own daughter, the jaws easily ripping a human throat out, the screams and blood, blood everywhere..

She looked directly at him, opening her bright green eyes to look into his own dark ones. "Why did you let me in today? Why didn't you just kill me?" Felix was morbidly curious, and it seemed that got her into more trouble than her cocky and arrogant attitude, but really, it was a tie between the two.

[rufiel]

"The answer to that question's simple enough" Rufiel stated blankly, placing both hands in his pockets as he spoke. "You ain't my target. I've got no reason to kill you."

However, a smirk spread across his face. "Although I could if ya ask nice enough."

Rufiel knew when to throw in a joke or two in the middle of a tense situation. This was no different... he felt it was needed in this situation. He only stated what he thought might draw at least a chuckle out of his guest. His views didn't change however... he still admired her bravery for continuing on with a second soul within her, the soul of a beast embodying her deepest primal instincts. No matter how much she tried to be modest, she couldn't hide the fact that she was here. Still alive and still fighting for whatever she believed in. Rufiel could scarcely imagine what he would do if he lost control of his power and became naught but a primal beast of pure destruction. It almost made him shudder. Still he remained perfectly calm, and listened intently to her information.

"Vampires that feed on energy... hmmm, they don't seem to be any better than the other vamps..." Rufiel stated. "And angels too? If I live to see the next couple of years, I'll have to go meet one... I'd like to ask if my mom and dad... are in heaven..." Surprisingly enough, Rufiel couldn't finish his statement. The thought of what he had just said had had more of an impact on him than he had thought it would. Tears streamed from his eyes, despite his best efforts to hide them. His mother and father.... the only ones he had ever loved more than himself... they were gone forever, despite all the power they had. It was the two of them for that matter, and they still eventually fell. Rufiel was alone... for all his brazen talk, and for all the massive powers the spirit of the lycan gave him he was still sorely outnumbered in this war. Powerlessness... it was his one and only fear, and he unknowingly stepped upon a land mine choc full of the stuff. With an angry growl, Rufiel rose from his seat and stormed off to his bathroom.

He ran his hands underneath some cold water and splashed it on his face. How embarrassing... at his age to be crying over something like this... as he ran his hands down his face, a single finger had grown a claw likened to his beast form, and it left a thin red line as he ran it down his face. All these years he had been fighting... was it an excuse to die and join his parents? Alone he stood no chance, he knew that. But it seemed as though the grip the vampires had on this town was far too tight to break by himself. It was only a matter of time before he'd die as well...

His eyes blank and expressionless, he stared into his reflection. "You shouldn't stay here. I don't know if I can keep my promise and keep you safe for the night... you'd probably be better off on your own."

He'd made his decision. He was going to storm cyanide and fight until he dropped dead from exhaustion or bullet wounds, whichever came first. He knew that it was futile to keep her around, if anything really did come up he'd be more of a burden to her than she to him in this state of mind. Perhaps Rufiel was far more tortured than he had originally let on. He wanted her to stay... she'd helped him so much with her information... but he just didn't want to be seen like this. His words were loud and clear, if not a bit hesitant. He knew she could hear him... and it was up to her if she wanted to stay after seeing how weak Rufiel truly was.

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She laughed, a light and carefree one, obviously giving him the reaction he wanted. "Thanks, but there's a ton of people dying to take me out, as I've mentioned before." She shrugged her shoulders. "Though, I would probably count on yah to do it clean and quick, Rufiel." And then, a sudden change in the mood, something that Felix hadn't anticipated. The werewolf could see the tears glistening, and smell the salt, instantly feeling sorry for him. "Hey, wait..!" Sh reached out to grab him, but he had already fled to the bathroom, washing off his face. Felix set her mouth in a stubborn line. It wasn't bad to cry, to show emotion. Her slave even knew that, especially that first night the two had come home to. Slowly, she rose, the faint scent of blood mixing with that of cold water. Sighing, she opened the door to the bathroom, after hearing his words, decision made.

"You're staying here whether you want to or not," she muttered, stubborn as ever. He was far more troubled than she had thought. Her slender, bare arms slipped around his middle, a sign of affection and comfort. How long did Rufiel go without the careful guide of a parent? How long had he been plotting revenge on the vampires for killing his family?
She whispered, soft and quiet, a hand coming up to erase that small bit of blood and water on his face, her petite body against his own. "You have someone to come after. You have a material thing to wreck revenge upon. I killed my own mother. I had no control, I was young. I hate myself for it." Her eyes closed, and she buried her face into the back of his shoulder, just barely reaching. "You've lost a purpose. There is more to life than just revenge and hate. Sooner or later, we're all going to have to find a side in the wars; the one between vampires and Lycans, the one between the slaves and masters.. It's not going to be pretty." Withdrawing from the man, she turned him around slowly to look at her.

"You need something positive to be fighting for, Rufiel. You don't have that yet," Felix said slowly, waiting for his reaction. "You don't even have reinforcements to help you to achieve your goal. Whether you want to or not, you're not going anywhere tonight. I won't let yah." If said in a different tone, one might have thought she was joking. But even though she was weaker than him, smaller than him, injured, and had no control, she would stop him. "It's senseless to go anywhere tonight, Rufiel." Her hands dropped from his shoulders, eyes analyzing him, making sure that he wouldn't try anything, not just yet.

"There isn't such a thing as weak, not really. There is the strong, those that keep control. And then there's those that have simply lost their way, have no more resolve left, no reason to continue, never moving forward."

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A growl erupted from his throat, one that was both low and menacing. How dare she come in and witness him like this... but at the same time it was just what the young lycan needed. His hands slowly morphed from that of a beast's hands to that of a human's. He was turned to face her, and her sweet words filled his ears. By the time she was done speaking, the scratch on his face had already begun to close up nicely. He looked at her with soft and caring eyes... she had a warmth to her that he hadn't felt in a long time. He took hold of her hand, a smile returning to his face. It was a genuine one, not one of cockiness... it reflected the warmth that he had been shown.

"Don't worry about it... I ain't goin anywhere" Rufiel said weakly as he withdrew himself from her. It was a bit embarrassing for him to be that close to her, but he did open up to her to the extent that he no longer minded her company. In fact... he looked forward to it a little. "Just need to sit for a little bit... not every day that I sink into a pit of self helplessness..." He walked slowly past her, going to his room and grabbing a shirt. He put it on sullenly and came back out to the living room.

"Hey, thanks for the words earlier" Rufiel said quietly. "I can't imagine how hard it is knowing you were responsible for your mother's death... I guess I should consider myself lucky. You have my gratitude for showing me that."
As he sat in silence afterwards, thoughts ran through his head about what she had said earlier. Finding something worth fighting for other than revenge... the thought of it sounded nice, but he was at odds ends as to what he should fight for. It had been so long since his parents died... that he knew nothing more than revenge. It was hard to think of any other reason for fighting and he was at odds ends as to what he should do.

"What can I fight for?... I don't understand... dammit this is so frustrating!" He snarled. Who could think having a guest could give rise to so many questions?

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His growl reached her ears, but still, Felix wouldn't back down. And, when she had calmed him down, that soft smile was on his face, nothing that held any broken promises, not a cold one, but nice and warm, showing Felix that she had at least done something for the Lycan, in repayment for letting her stay here. "It's hard," she admitted, looking down. "Everyday, it seems that there's something to remind me of her, and then I feel a little bit better." Slowly, Felix was opening up to him. It had seemed that now, the two were slightly alike, for now, in the case that both of their parents were dead. "I lost my father to a human disease, something that wouldn't have killed him if he was turned."

She let him go, and ended up back on the couch, in the position she had already been in, neck out in the open. Rufiel wouldn't kill her, Felic knew that. "You're welcome. You're not in my debt, I would like to consider mine to you paid off," she said, grinning, looking to him. "You'll need to fight for you," Felix looked over to the phone that was placed on the table. "You're parents fought for themselves, didn't they? Fight for the right to live, use that survival instinct, and don't give up."

She stood up quite abruptly, and asked over her shoulder, "Can I use your phone?" even though she was already dialing her home phone, calling up for Lucian. "I'm not gonna be home for a bit," she said, not caring if Rufiel heard or not, continuing the conversation, assuring her slave that she was fine, and that she would see him soon, finishing it off with an "I love you," before getting comfortable on the couch once more.

"I fought for me and my father, before he died," she muttered slowly, closing her eyes after getting a nice view of the ceiling again. "But then, I was alone, until I found refuge with Lucian. I fight for him, as he fights for me." She was again sharing, something more personal than before, slowly letting him in on her personal life, to a degree.
"Fighting for a person is nice, knowing that they have your back, and you theirs. A cause is worthwhile as well, though I'm not getting involved with the Lycans or vampires. I don't care for petty fights such as that. As for, if, the slaves rebel, I'll be stuck between my job, and what I know is right. So pick something easy to defend, Ru."

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"That sounds pleasant, you seem to have a good head on your shoulders, considering your burden..." Rufiel said calmly. "Well feel free to use anything you can while you're here, just make sure you clean up after yourself eh?" He said in response to her request to use his phone. He reclined in his chair as he thought silently to himself. He had no ties with this city, or it's people... and he sure as hell didn't give a damn about the war between other lycans in this city and the vampires. Until now, his only goal was to exact his revenge on the vampires that had killed his parents. Only problem was that now, he wasn't sure if that was the right path anymore.... hell, he didn't know if the path he was following could even be called the right path anymore. The thought of fighting for another was nice, kinda reminded him of the superheroes he used to watch on TV. Rufiel had a protective side to him... he just didn't know who was worth protecting, and after all these years he no longer cared to do so.

Well along with the gifts of superhuman strength, speed and senses came the gift of longevity. He had all the time in the world to figure out what path he would take.

"I'll definitely consider your words... but it'll take a while for the rage towards the vamps to cool off. I guess that's the best I can do for now."

He looked out the window from his seat, noticing that the sun was setting. He began to become restless again... he enjoyed the night, but living so close to cyanide offered plenty of trouble if he was out alone. It had been a while since he'd sunk his teeth into the throat of an attacking vampire, and the type of fun he sought would probably lead him to the footsteps of Cyanide... no, he had to take the girl's words to heart and still his bloodlust. Instead, he diverted the conversation.

"So this lucian guy... he's your lover, huh?"

Not too much could be hidden from the nose of a lycan. They possessed senses far greater than that of man and wolf combined, and the sense of smell was far from exception. From the moment she walked into his apartment, he could smell the scent of her body along with the scent of silver in her wound. Faint traces of another individual could be smelled as well mixed into her own scent. He shrugged it off, knowing that it would be best not to probe into another individual's personal life. However, she had presented the opportunity for him to ask, and he took it seeing as there was a sense of familiarity among the two of them. Besides, it made for pleasant conversation.

He also wanted to be sure he wasn't overstepping boundaries by how much he trusted her.

"Must be nice having someone you love... it's something worth fighting for at least. Who knows... maybe there's hope for me someday..."