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Cleo's actions did indeed shock Warren. Maybe - MAYBE - he could have stopped her had he been in perfect health, but even he had to admit that it wasn't so much her speed but her actions themselves that were the deciding factor in Warren's ability to stop her. He'd not expected in the least what she'd done and therefore could only watch as his Cleo, his little human, took down one of the most feared mythical creatures in the world.
So what if he couldn't help the grin that came to his face? She was amazing!
The werewolf watched as the vampire died, the rapid drying of blood in its veins turning the body gray and the blood vessels dark. A tiny pencil was the cause of death and gray eyes looked to Cleo's, Warren's hand finding her chin, fingers gently turning her face away. "Hey, look at me, Cleo. Look at me. You didn't do anything wrong. They would have killed you, hurt you first. You did nothing wrong."
He held her eyes for a moment, but knew they didn't have time for him to truly comfort her. Not yet. Instead, the werewolf took Cleo's hand and pulled her after him through the mansion's grounds. They managed to get to within seeing distance of the stone walls he'd leaped just a few hours previously before Warren sensed the first vampire too close for comfort. The werewolf felt the body connect with his raw back moments before he started to turn and couldn't keep the sharp cry of pain in as he was forced to release Cleo, falling forward under the weight of the vampire. The contact with his whip-shredded skin made his vision flare red with agony, but instinct was just as strong and Warren landed his hands and knees. Just as quickly, hardly able to breathe past the way his sight was darkening, he got his toes to bend, to curl into the earth, claws helping him to grip as he surged his lower body upward, sending the vampire on his back tumbling forward over his head with a hissing, spiteful sound.
Warren answered it with a growl, his fangs bared and wolf-like ears pressed back nearly flat to his head. His hair had grown longer, gained a darker shade of gold and while he didn't have fur....Warren did have a tail now, a tail that was straight and stiff with threat as he faced down the vampire...scratch that, multiple vampires, nearly eight or ten of them as they slowly appeared from around the trees and from within the upper branches of the trees.
Cleo and Warren were thoroughly surrounded and the werewolf slowly stood, blue-gray eyes glowing with a feral light, but not entirely lost to the wild nature within him as he stayed in a relatively human form for Cleo's sake. Besides, turning into a wolf wouldn't help them escape this. There was no escaping this, for either of them and Warren felt fear growing within him as he stayed before Cleo, refusing to back down even as he knew he was too near collapse. He was weaving on his feet even as he snarled, his back bleeding again, a throbbing, constant pain shooting up his spine and into his temples with relentless fury.
But he couldn't let them have Cleo.
Nick was the first vampire to speak, sounding nothing more than amused by this escape attempt. "You're caught, mutt. Might as well hand over your toy like a good dog."
A snarl answered him and a female vampire rolled her eyes. "Control your pet, Nick. The Lady wants to deal with the human personally." Nick sighed at having his fun spoiled and started toward the werewolf and human, an electric rod in his hand....but he never made his destination as fire suddenly seemed to fall from the sky, making the vampires leap back with cries of fear and anger. Their eyes immediately snapped to the group of people that crouched and stood atop the wall.
They were all red, orange or yellow of hair, swirling tattoos of the same color marking their skin and their eyes blazed with the same fire they wielded, the flames dancing over their hands suggestively, giving proof to where the initial blast had come from. The leader, in the middle of the group of seven, raised a brow, her dark orange hair a halo of wrath about her head. "I'm sorry, what was that about a pet? I must have heard wrong because from what I remember of the 1834 Treaty between the Human and Mythical Witness Protection Agency and the Petrova Coven, werewolves were to be neither baited, hunted, captured, sold or kept as pets under penalty of death. And I do seem to recall that humans, while they can be fed on, must give willing, written consent and pass a drug test before a vampire can keep them as a blood-slave."
By this point, the female had jumped the wall and approached Nick, coming face to face with the vampire, her fire-filled eyes blazing warningly. "This isn't a break in the Treaty, is it? You were just helping these two to a doctor, right? Because WPA would be most displeased if anything else was going on here."
The vampires seemed to seethe, but Nick finally conjured up a strained smile and nodded. "Of course there is no problem. It is as you say; we were simply trying to convince these two to accept help, but you know how stubborn werewolves are. I do think this one is out of his mind with pain."
"Hmm, I can imagine so. Your effort to help is admirable, but my people will take it from here." No further words were said and the vampires were forced to let the fire-people - Elementals - surround Cleo and Warren and take them through the grounds and to the gate. The werewolf had stopped growling, was back to his complete human form and all the tension seemed to have drained out of him, the adrenaline with it, forcing his body to finally collapse. It wasn't a problem as the Elementals helped him walk and while Warren didn't take his hazy gray eyes from Cleo, he let them support him.
So what if he couldn't help the grin that came to his face? She was amazing!
The werewolf watched as the vampire died, the rapid drying of blood in its veins turning the body gray and the blood vessels dark. A tiny pencil was the cause of death and gray eyes looked to Cleo's, Warren's hand finding her chin, fingers gently turning her face away. "Hey, look at me, Cleo. Look at me. You didn't do anything wrong. They would have killed you, hurt you first. You did nothing wrong."
He held her eyes for a moment, but knew they didn't have time for him to truly comfort her. Not yet. Instead, the werewolf took Cleo's hand and pulled her after him through the mansion's grounds. They managed to get to within seeing distance of the stone walls he'd leaped just a few hours previously before Warren sensed the first vampire too close for comfort. The werewolf felt the body connect with his raw back moments before he started to turn and couldn't keep the sharp cry of pain in as he was forced to release Cleo, falling forward under the weight of the vampire. The contact with his whip-shredded skin made his vision flare red with agony, but instinct was just as strong and Warren landed his hands and knees. Just as quickly, hardly able to breathe past the way his sight was darkening, he got his toes to bend, to curl into the earth, claws helping him to grip as he surged his lower body upward, sending the vampire on his back tumbling forward over his head with a hissing, spiteful sound.
Warren answered it with a growl, his fangs bared and wolf-like ears pressed back nearly flat to his head. His hair had grown longer, gained a darker shade of gold and while he didn't have fur....Warren did have a tail now, a tail that was straight and stiff with threat as he faced down the vampire...scratch that, multiple vampires, nearly eight or ten of them as they slowly appeared from around the trees and from within the upper branches of the trees.
Cleo and Warren were thoroughly surrounded and the werewolf slowly stood, blue-gray eyes glowing with a feral light, but not entirely lost to the wild nature within him as he stayed in a relatively human form for Cleo's sake. Besides, turning into a wolf wouldn't help them escape this. There was no escaping this, for either of them and Warren felt fear growing within him as he stayed before Cleo, refusing to back down even as he knew he was too near collapse. He was weaving on his feet even as he snarled, his back bleeding again, a throbbing, constant pain shooting up his spine and into his temples with relentless fury.
But he couldn't let them have Cleo.
Nick was the first vampire to speak, sounding nothing more than amused by this escape attempt. "You're caught, mutt. Might as well hand over your toy like a good dog."
A snarl answered him and a female vampire rolled her eyes. "Control your pet, Nick. The Lady wants to deal with the human personally." Nick sighed at having his fun spoiled and started toward the werewolf and human, an electric rod in his hand....but he never made his destination as fire suddenly seemed to fall from the sky, making the vampires leap back with cries of fear and anger. Their eyes immediately snapped to the group of people that crouched and stood atop the wall.
They were all red, orange or yellow of hair, swirling tattoos of the same color marking their skin and their eyes blazed with the same fire they wielded, the flames dancing over their hands suggestively, giving proof to where the initial blast had come from. The leader, in the middle of the group of seven, raised a brow, her dark orange hair a halo of wrath about her head. "I'm sorry, what was that about a pet? I must have heard wrong because from what I remember of the 1834 Treaty between the Human and Mythical Witness Protection Agency and the Petrova Coven, werewolves were to be neither baited, hunted, captured, sold or kept as pets under penalty of death. And I do seem to recall that humans, while they can be fed on, must give willing, written consent and pass a drug test before a vampire can keep them as a blood-slave."
By this point, the female had jumped the wall and approached Nick, coming face to face with the vampire, her fire-filled eyes blazing warningly. "This isn't a break in the Treaty, is it? You were just helping these two to a doctor, right? Because WPA would be most displeased if anything else was going on here."
The vampires seemed to seethe, but Nick finally conjured up a strained smile and nodded. "Of course there is no problem. It is as you say; we were simply trying to convince these two to accept help, but you know how stubborn werewolves are. I do think this one is out of his mind with pain."
"Hmm, I can imagine so. Your effort to help is admirable, but my people will take it from here." No further words were said and the vampires were forced to let the fire-people - Elementals - surround Cleo and Warren and take them through the grounds and to the gate. The werewolf had stopped growling, was back to his complete human form and all the tension seemed to have drained out of him, the adrenaline with it, forcing his body to finally collapse. It wasn't a problem as the Elementals helped him walk and while Warren didn't take his hazy gray eyes from Cleo, he let them support him.
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