Thread: A Bloody Cause ( Ava & Valanaer)

The raven haired female held onto the lycan's hands as he stood up to the best of his ability without having fallen back down. She only held onto his hand just in case he were fall back. An action not good for his wounds. When the werewolf seemed able to stand on his own, he did, although unknowingly, released a sigh of relief with a lax smile. There was no doubt pain, and he had to be smart enough not to over do himself this first time. To hear his name come from his lips was such an alien thing. Of course none of the servant refereed to her by her first name. Only her brothers did and a select few back at her brother's home. A place she had not been in a long time. To hear her name uttered in such a casual and seemingly familiar manner was disturbingly.... refreshing. The urge to tell him that the world they both occupied had pitted them against one another, but he spoke before she could utter another word. For a few crucial moments, she forgot how to breath. He was right on all accounts. Immediately her mind fought to refute, but the denial could no longer exist. And the smile. Why the hell did he have to smile? Gabriella went silent once more as he released her hand and made a few successful steps. Gabriella suddenly found herself scared. Very scared. She liked him and that was, in no way, good. Gabriella had no time to get to know anyone outside of her family, let alone a Lycan and here she had done so in less than a few nights. A DeLune, no less!! She wanted to hug him and yet, she thought against it. Not only for the wounds, but for the thought that her brothers could take her away again and she would never see him again. Or even worse, in this case. Eliminate him from the picture all together. She could not endure the simple notion that she could be the reason the boy she once knew may die. The dreams were harmless and served for a bit of hope, but those dreams were now reality. His voice snapped her from her deep and heavy thoughts. The gap was closed between the two and she took his hand before he could put himself any further. It is nice to see you again. She sighed softly with a lax smile. Funny.... I still do not know your name. He had not told her when they were younger either. Then again she had never bothered asking. She had been so excited with the fact that he was a werewolf. Gabriella gestured to a seat, no less than a foot away. A high back chair that completed the set before her fireplace. The sooner we can get you into that room, the better. The idea that he would have to stay in her bedchambers while her brother was visiting suddenly had, what little blood that remained in her system, rushing to the fair skin of her cheeks. She suddenly remembered how he had pounced on her in the woods. Looming over her with at same handsome smile. She could not help but roll her eyes at the cockiness of his small victory. We can continue getting you to walk even when my brother is here, as long as it is in my bed chambers and you do not make a sound. She could not have stressed it enough. Gabriel is the youngest of my brothers and his hate for your kind is unlike any other. It was almost to a sickening degree. Something she dare not tell him. Either way, no one is laying a finger on you while I am here. My anger is a rare occurrence and a dangerous one at that. My brother Jacob can attest to that. A bit of pride sounded in her voice. Gabriella was never deemed a damsel in distress by anyone other than her brothers, who seemed to look down upon her as a female and the youngest of them.