Thread: The Beast Within - Reborn and Frogger

Vampires and werewolves were at war and inside of poor Damien, it was no different. He was an abomination and as such lived like one, alone, only leaving his home occasionally. He lived in a small shack, hunted for his own meat and made a trip to the river for a bath and water. He didn't live too lavishly, working on a lumber mill not too far from his home for some money for the occasional beer or piece of meat. He made it okay though. It didn't take him long to adjust since he had done it since he was a small child. He woke on a particular morning and went out for a stroll through his woods and he heard a scream. He looked up, the sun had not come up yet but he could still see perfectly well. It was a female screaming and that alerted him to his sorroundings as he shifted to his wolf form to go off and find the source of this scream. He rounded a opening in the trees where she lay, ripped open by her own blade it seemed. He could already smell her blood as well as the blood that had previously been on that knife. She was hunting. The blood on that knife was hers, and deadmans blood. He swallowed his fear and moved up to her slowly, she seemed on alert and likely would attack him if he got too close so he stayed his distance ever so slightly. His eyes trained on her as he moved a bit closer and lowered his muzzel to the ground to pick up the knife she was reaching for with his mouth. He picked it up in his teeth by the handle to attempt to show her he was friendly, and he put the knife next to her. He tasted some of her blood and the vampire within him awoke but he kept it under collar. He couldn't let it out right now, not here. He looked at her wound on her stomach, she had been almost slashed in half, there was plenty of blood to concrete that finding into fact. He leaned down and licked at the wounds as soon as she passed out from blood loss. He healed the deep gashes and then shifted to his human from to lift her into his arms. He didn't say anything as he started to carry her away towards the nearest town. He left her in front of a tavern, the same one he planned on going to that night but, he was thinking of canceling his plans. Dropping her off he took off, leaving only a couple witnesses who had seen a flash of his face. A man ran up to the girl on the ground picking her up, calling her name. This man was related to her, but Damien didn't know how. And he didn't want to know, he was gone after that. Damien returned back home and went to the lake to get the blood off ot him, the sun started to come up and warmed his skin as he bathed in the clear water. It was a couple hours later that he returned home and got curious about the girl.. He could heal wounds but if he didn't heal enough she wouldn't be okay. He didn't know why he cared but he did, returning to the place he saw she was no longer there and put it out of his mind, heading back home. Months down the road he decided to visit the tavern in town just before sunset, and to his surprise that girl was there. He was relieved that she had lived, he had helped her and because of that she was safe...to hun him. That thought crossed his mind, would she? She was a hunter, that is exactly what they did. If she knew he was here and what he was... she would kill him without questions, he assumed. But maybe that's why he did what he did next. He walked up to her table and smiled. Can I get you anything? He asked. This was likely to be the first mistake of many, in this fucked up situation he was dragging himself into.