Silence is golden (Open)

[myramichel]

Silence was golden. It hung in the air like a whispering ghost and made sure not to bother you if you didn’t let it. Silence could be a man’s best friend; it would never tell a lie or turn its back on you. Silence would never betray you. Ironically enough, as Myra Michel sat beneath a scant-tree in Hyde Park, silence was the only thing she could think about. She wasn’t afraid of London’s modern-day monsters, human or other, nor was she afraid of the night and its consistency in cold, but she was terrified of the silence. Myra couldn’t stand its low hum of emptiness as it surrounded her and the dead atmosphere she sat in.

The scene was enough to give Myra an uncomfortable feeling. Her auburn eyes glanced across the horizon, studying dead, withered grass and visualizing a weight the size of a boulder as it settled into her chest. ”Float away daringly,”[/color] she whispered into a dying breeze, her eyes dropping to the ground. ”I’m just the same but brand new to you.”[/color] They were lyrics from a song Myra liked, one that seemed to be drifting through the back of her mind as she experienced this depressing scene. She wished there was something she could do to mend it. To mend Hyde Park, Myra believed, would mean to mend the world. It was the small things that counted, after all.

Sitting alone in the cold didn’t seem to bother Myra as she contemplated many things in the numbing silence. She had a composition book in her lap, perhaps a journal, and a ball-point pen hooked to its cover. They were tools for collecting her thoughts on the go, since the girl was incredibly forgetful. Another reason for the notebook was due to Myra’s aspirations in becoming a writer. Unexpected things could happen at any moment and it wouldn’t do well to forget experiences, so she’d make sure to write them all down.

Myra looked into her notebook now, flipping through a few pages until she came across another set of lyrics: “Just like an amnesiac,” [/color]she began to say aloud. “Trying to get my senses back, (Oh, where did they go?)”[/color] Myra paused and shook her head, reiterating the all-too-familiar question to herself, “Oh, where did they go? …This is stupid. A whole lot of good I’m doing just sitting here with a notebook full of rubbish. Absolute rubbish.”[/color] She stood up suddenly, her notebook falling off her lap onto the ground as her arms folded across her chest. Maybe she should just go home now.

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[kira]

Usually rather reserved, Meadhbh was feeling uncharacteristically loud that evening. She walked backward, ahead of Morrison, talking at the top of voice about anything and everything that popped into her head. She even laughed at Morrison's little jokes that would have normally earned him a snarl and a glare. It was probably the weather. Even though it forced her to wear thick clothes, the biting air invigorated her and even made her transformations easier by chilling her firey blood and calming her muscles.

Her roudiness could also be a result of her dinner; a nice, rare sirloin steak that Morrison had helped her cook. Blood in a meal always made her feel good, made her heart race as if her own blood was excited to be joined by a new blood. Now she felt the full effect of that blood, a sort of strong giddiness settling over her.

She suddenly grew calm and stopped in her tracks as a new scent drifted by her. Her eyes locked with Morrison's and they both smiled widely. There was human near by and they were anxious, that was easy to tell since it made the smell stronger. The woman lifted an eyebrow at her friend, biting her lip softly, and he nodded quickly.

Morrison then moved in front of her and walked casually toward the human while Meadhbh followed closely behind, stuffing clenched hands into her pockets and trying to force the smile from her lips. "I'll talk," he muttered softly, lips barely moving. "Of course," she agreed, "you're the smooth one, hm?" "Duh," he returned shortly. He lengthed his strides so he would reach the human faster, in case it decided to flee, but it almost caused Meadhbh to have to jog, not having nearly as long of legs as Morrison.

"Hey there," Morrison called out kindly as soon as the human was in sight. Meadhbh wasn't fooled by his friendliness, she could see the tenseness of his body, hear the tightness in his voice. She knew he wouldn't hurt the human though, he would only toy with her, he wouldn't lay a scratch on her. The woman that know stood a few feet away from them looked just as tense as the man was, except there was an air of nervousness around her, not excitement.

[myramichel]

The decision to leave didn’t stick very long in Myra’s head. Before she knew it, there was a voice drifting towards her from the distance behind where she stood. At first, Myra felt confused. She wasn’t afraid of the female-sounding voice, nor her presumably male companion. Rather, she was confused about who else would come to this dead place. Myra wasn’t taking a relaxing trip to some extravagant, flourishing park, she was standing amongst a picturesque scene of death.

The notebook lay forgotten by her feet as she turned on her heel and peered off into the distance. The voices had suddenly stopped. Even with perfect twenty-twenty vision, Myra couldn’t see them through the darkness. She waited to see if they would come closer and her hands subconsciously tightened around her crossed arms. ‘It’s okay,’ she mentally encouraged herself. ‘It’s fine. You’re not scared at all, remember? You’re the one who lived and you’re going to keep-on living. It’s probably some other solitude-seeking stranger.’

“Hey there,”[/color] the male voice Myra had been right about called out as soon as he caught up to her. She immediately felt her guard drop, if it had even risen at all. There were no beasts before her; no monsters; just regular people trying to find a bit of peace and quiet. Perhaps she should plan on leaving after all, and give them her terribly depressing spot to relax in. ”Hello,” [/color] she finally called out in response to them. Her lips curled into a soft smile and she looked from Morrison to Meadhbh, her smile growing as she nodded her head in ‘hello’ to the girl. ”Cold out here, isn’t it? Have you come to see the beautiful Hyde Park?” [/color] The words were mildly sarcastic, but Myra’s loquaciousness wasn’t unusual. She normally talked more if she was nervous. Now, however, she was just excited to see people. She often spent her days cooped up in a tiny apartment with no visitors but the usual post-man.

”Well… I was just about to leave if you’d like to indulge in this spot for a bit. I suppose I’ve soaked up enough dead trees to last me awhile.” [/color] Despite creating an excuse to leave, Myra didn’t appear to be scared. She was merely cold and awkward around these unfamiliar people. Her level of sociability was obviously lacking. Due to her shy and awkward nature, Myra didn’t have any friends. She never tried dating and she certainly never had a boyfriend. Despite her entirely lonely life, however, she didn’t appear to be bothered. Instead she faced her problems with a smile just as she now faced these strangers. Her eyes peered towards the notebook that still laid on the ground as she waited for Meadhbh or Morrison to reply to her. It wouldn’t do well to leave such personal thoughts lying about...

[kira]

God, is she awkward... Meadhbh thought as they approached the woman. She didn't seem too nervous, she seemed anxious and somewhat excited. but it wasn't necessarily from their arrival though. It was as if the park and weather made her anxious. Made sense, the park used to make Meadhbh anxious, and that had been when it was still full of life and color, now these dead, dark trees just seemed like home.

"Personally, I do think it's rather beautiful out here," smiled Morrison, looking around at the black trees appreciatively, "and I think we'd enjoy it more if you'd stay and talk with us." He glanced back at Meadhbh and she couldn't help but grin; she loved it when he messed with people.

His eyes drifted down to the notebook that lay at the woman's feet and he snatched it up so fast, you would have almost missed it if you blinked. "What is this?" he asked with false interest. He didn't wait for a reply and flipped it open to a random page. "Ooh, a journal..."

He handed it over to Meadhbh, but she didn't open it. She knew Morrison didn't care much about privacy, or modesty for that matter, but she did. She would harm a person, maul them, even kill them, but she wouldn't disrespect their personal life, it also helped distance her from them emotionally, if she didn't ever do that, she would a wreck.

Morrison now moved even closer to the woman, grin spreading wider over his face. "How about we talk for a little?" he said in a low voice. "See if we can find a little about each other." He stopped only a foot away from her and motioned for Meadhbh to join him. She stood next to the woman's right side, staring at her neck and letting the journal fall from her fingers.

She could see the blood rushing through the veins in the woman's neck and it made her mouth water. Her stomach had been full before, but now it rumbled slightly and she suddenly felt as if she hadn't eaten in days. She watched Morrison now, waiting for him to let her attack, though in the back of her mind, she knew that she shouldn't, that she should leave, to hurt the woman was too tempting.

[myramichel]

Myra could barely feel the cold anymore. It passed over her like a lifeless wave and settled numbly into her limbs. She was hugging her arms to her chest much tighter than before, perhaps in part to the hungry way those two strangers were looking at her. She wasn’t necessarily scared. She was just taken aback. Myra believed she had been acting nice enough, but perhaps she did something wrong.

"Personally, I do think it's rather beautiful out here,”[/color] the man said to her, smiling. She was shaken from her thoughts to look at him. "…And we'd enjoy it more if you'd stay and talk with us."[/color] With her attention finally torn from the abandoned notebook strewn against the ground, Myra offered Morrison a small shrug. She smiled faintly, her cheeks flushing over in embarrassment – or was it anxiety? “You want me to stay and talk? Here, of all places? I’m unclear as to what it is you wish to talk about…”[/color]

Before Morrison could reply to her he was snatching up her notebook from the ground; his movement was so swift she might have blinked and missed it. She held out her hand as if to stop him, but halfway into the movement Morrison was already flipping through the notebook’s pages. A soft gasp rolled off Myra’s lips as she watched his intrusive action and her skin flushed a deeper red. “That’s… that’s awfully rude,”[/color] she mumbled. “It’s not just a journal. It’s my journal. You’d do well to give it here and allow me passage. I refuse to talk to someone who is so bereft of respect.”[/color] She watched as Morrison handed the journal to Meadhbh, but the girl didn’t seem interested in looking through Myra’s personal thoughts. Even so, Myra didn’t feel like talking to either of them after Morrison’s display.

Instead of heeding her words, Morrison stepped closer. She could practically feel his warm breath upon her face, but the warmth unnerved her. When he spoke again, she took a step away from him, "How about we talk for a little? See if we can find a little about each other?"[/color] His voice seemed darker than before. Myra shook her head and glanced to the side, planning a mode of passage in her head. It wouldn’t do well to run, she knew, but if she could just walk around them and be on her way that was all she needed. “No,”[/color] she said flatly, her head turning to Meadhbh when the journal slipped out of the girl’s fingers. Meadhbh was staring at her oddly; hungrily. It was different from before - more intense. Myra actually felt like an item on the menu this time. But how could that be? These strangers were human, weren’t they? They didn’t have red eyes or fangs or even beast-like bodies. The situation didn’t make sense.

“I’m… leaving. It was great to meet you both, really great. I hope we meet again. Maybe in a spot that’s not so melodramatic, you know?”[/color] Myra paused to crouch down and retrieve her notebook. When she stood back up she stepped to the side and began to move around the strangers. “Well, goodnight then. Sweet dreams to you both.”[/color] With a chill running down her spine Myra turned on her heel and began to walk away, her notebook clasped tightly against her chest. She took a couple of deep breaths and tried not to rush her footsteps.

[kira]

Meadhbh waited until the woman was a good 20 paces away before following after in a half-crouch, but Morrison swung an arm across her chest to stop her. "Wait," he whispered, "the chase is part of the fun." The woman growled quietly, yet she listened and stood again, shifting her feet anxiously back and forth as her legs itched to run. The human's form grew fainter as she moved further away into the darkness, making the were want to go after her, but she stayed still; Morrison would tell her when to move.

The night had almost completely swallowed the woman now and her scent was growing fainter since the wind was not carrying it toward them. Meadhbh looked up her mentor, who stood casually, leaning on one leg, and snorted softly. He turned a raised eyebrow down at her and grinned. "Few more seconds," he chuckled, obviously amused that she was so excited. He had taken his own victim earlier that week and had been very satisfied, so it seemed that he was now just having fun with teasing Meadhbh with her own prey.

Another minute passed, Meadhbh growing more restless with every second, before Morrison spoke again. "Don't hurt her," he said softly, "yet... Now go." Meadhbh grinned at him, showing slightly pointed teeth, then bolted after the woman. She wouldn't change yet, that was for later, now she was chase the human around and let her try to figure out what was going on.

Within seconds, the were had caught up with her prey and dashed around in front of her to face her. She moved forward until she could feel the human's breath on her face. "Hello, again," she said, voice low and rough, reflecting her wolfish side.

Morrison sauntered after Meadhbh as soon as she was out of sight, his hands in his pockets. He thought it would be fun to watch his friend and student in action for once, since she usually went after humans late at night and alone. He just hoped she wouldn't kill the girl, that she could show some self restraint, but if she did then at least she would have a good meal.

[myramichel]

Laughing with a mouth of blood
From a little spill I took
Oh, what are you laughing at?

Myra refused to look over her shoulder when she made her proud retreat. Walking away had been the easy part, the hard part was trying not to run once she made clearance. She clasped her notebook against her chest and kept her chin held high, as if nothing in the world would break her nerves. Confidence was everything. If Morrison and Meadhbh believed that Myra was fearless, they would probably be more willing to leave her be. She hadn’t offended them in any way – they were the ones that had offended her – and she certainly didn’t say something that would anger them. At least she didn’t think so.

The farther she walked from her previous position, the more Myra began to believe that Meadhbh’s predatory expression had been nothing but a hallucination. The strangers didn’t appear to be following her, which meant that she had gotten all worked-up over nothing. ‘Silly girl,’ she mused inwardly. ‘You’re always so fearless…but at the first sign of danger you want to run until your legs give out.’ She shook her head disapprovingly. Trust in others was important. If she couldn’t learn to trust, she’d never be able to escape her loneliness. There was no reason for her to think those strangers were up to no good…but perhaps it was just the scene of Hyde Park itself that was putting her on edge.

After a few minutes had passed, Myra finally risked a glance over her shoulder. Dark, gnarled trees immediately usurped her vision, but no strangers were found among them. Even if they were there, the evening had become too dark for her human eyes to see them. Upon peering into the darkness, Myra stopped walking and began to catch her breath. She thought she was safe, but such safety did nothing to control the wild beating of her heart. It slammed against her chest so roughly that she could hear it echoing within her ears.

Now that Myra had time to collect her thoughts, she realized she had another problem on her hands. Hyde Park was much bigger than she remembered; and it was different in the dark. She couldn’t tell if she was going in the right direction anymore. Due to her fear, the cold was finally starting to take its toll on her. Each breath she exhaled sent a wisp of warmth into the air and left her feeling a little bit number. She had to get home right now, but an unexpected female voice suddenly appeared behind her.

"Hello, again,"[/color] the voice said. Myra spun around and gasped upon seeing Meadhbh. She felt her pale cheeks flush with color and she began to shake her head. “Why are you following me?”[/color] she asked in a pathetic tone, refusing to run away. Running was weak, even for a human. “And how could you catch up to me so fast?”[/color] Myra hadn’t even heard the woman approach her, which is odd considering Meadhbh had been running. Perhaps there was more to these strangers, after all. But Myra couldn't be positive…

“It’s freezing out here…"[/color] she began to say, "I really need to get home and you’re starting to concern me. Is it my money you want? I haven’t much on me, but you can have it…”[/color] She started fishing around in her pockets, hoping beyond all hope that this wouldn’t be the last conversation she ever had.

[kira]

At the human's words, Meadhbh knew this was going to be fun. It was going to be hard to make her afraid, she knew fear and she could control it, but the were knew that she would eventually be able to make sure this woman would always know fear. The thought made her grin, revealing her very pointed teeth that glinted softly in the pale moonlight. "I don't want your money," Meadhbh said softly, stepping forward, "you know that. I would have taken it ages ago."

She took another step forward, driving the woman backward a little and lifted a clawed hand toward her neck. She wanted to drive the human up a tree and have her begging to be let go. That would satisfy her so much, to be in complete control, the wolf side of her needed that badly. "You're not very scared are you?" her voice was growing deeper as she spoke, "Why is that? If I were you, I'd be very scared."

Meadhbh tilted her head to the side, hearing Morrison's footsteps now growing near, and grinned a little wider. She knew he would only start attacking once the human ran, that was his instinct; he didn't feel the need to harass prey unless it was going to get away. Meaedhbh on the other hand liked to initiate that chase.

The cold air was starting to feel warm as Meadhbh's blood grew hot, anticipating more blood. She pulled off her jacket and sighed; the night started to feel comfortable and welcoming. It was home, now that she was so immersed in animal instinct.

"If I were you," she growled quietly to the woman, leaning just a little closer and dropping the jacket, "I would run." She lifted her other hand up and held it near her throat, sharp nails threatening to find their way into her flesh. She wanted the woman to run; if she didn't, her claws would come down on that throat and she would make her scream.

[myramichel]

Myra knew exactly what fear was and as she stared into the eyes of Meadhbh’s predatory gaze, she knew that wasn’t it. Fear was seeing the entrails of her parents scattered about her kitchen so many years ago. Fear was looking into the face of death and knowing she would die. But worst of all, fear was losing everything she ever held dear. Meadhbh presented none of these fears to her; clearly she was too headstrong for her own good. She stepped back as Meadhbh came forwards and glanced at the stranger’s toothy smiley. ‘Her teeth look sharp,’ Myra thought to herself. ‘Sharp enough to be a vampire’s? No... She must be something else..."

"I don't want your money,"[/color] the strange woman proceeded to say; “you know that. I would have taken it ages ago."[/color] Myra smiled faintly and shook her head. “No, I wouldn’t have known that…”[/color] she replied quietly. “I have no idea what you want from me, actually. I’m not scared because—”[/color] she paused to take a step back as the woman continued to stalk her, “—because I’m not a coward. I refuse to let a situation control me, regardless of how hopeless it seems. I’ve cheated death once and I don’t expect to do so again…”[/color] The image of Myra’s parents flashed within her mind and caused her smile to falter. If her life weren’t currently being threatened, she would have probably cried.

Every second that passed made the distance between Myra and her predator grow smaller. It wouldn’t be long now before she was backed into a tree or some other obstacle; and when that happened, she’d be done for. Fortunately, Myra wasn’t afraid of death. She had cheated it before, like she said, and if fate would have it she would cheat it again. As she glanced at Meadhbh’s claws, they didn’t seem nearly as intimidating as they should have. Myra had accepted death, after all, and beyond that nothing else could frighten her.

She watched as Meadhbh began to shed her topmost layer of clothing, perhaps in preparation for a certain change; since upon seeing the pointed teeth and inhuman claws, Myra finally put two-and-two together. The strangers were Werewolves.

"If I were you,"[/color] Meadhbh growled, "I would run."[/color] But Myra would do no such thing. Instead, she would stand very still and cease her retreat. She knew that they wanted her to run; that they wanted her to fear them; but they didn’t know that the only thing Myra feared was her perpetual loneliness. “Whatever you’re going to do, just do it,”[/color] she said to Meadhbh while bracing her arms. “I’m not afraid and I’m not going to run. Not from you, not from the vampires, and most certainly not from my own kind.”[/color]

[kira]

Meadhbh's grin faded slightly and her eyes lost their glee, replaced by discontent. This woman was too fool hardy for her own good, she was surprised she was still alive. What ever had happened to her to make her so unafraid of death should have taught her to survive, not cause her to loose her own sense of self-preservation. The were's claws pressed into the woman's neck for a moment, leaving small, bloodied holes, then she ripped her hand away.

"We've all cheated death," she said in a low voice, growling deep in her throat, "and with that attitude, you do every day." Meadhbh's lip lifted in a slight snarl and she pressed the woman back toward the trees. "I was going to let you go without a scratch," she grumbled, frustratedly, "but now I don't think I'll be able to. It's too tempting to wipe that brave look off your face."

Morrison had stopped now, meters away, and when Meadhbh glanced back at him, he was just staring at the sky. She looked back at the human then shoved her quickly into a tree, pinning her shirt to the dry bark with her claws. "Want to join me here?" she called to the other were over her shoulder. He looked up, grinning softly and stepped next to them.

He leaned in and sniffed the woman's face. "Well, she's no fun..." he said softly, "hardly afraid." He shrugged and turned his gaze to Meadhbh. "Just kill her, she's better as food." Meadhbh shook her head, "No, I need to get something out of her, there's always at least one way to bring out fear..." She glanced down at the journal the human was still clutching to and pryed it away from her before handing it to Morrison. "Probably something in there," she muttered, studying the woman's face.

[Angel Malcon]

[OOC: Meadhbh, I do hope it's all right if I join. Alex invited me.]

The night was silent. The only movement came from the gentle breeze whispering through the park, and the ash that it carried with it swirling and rising and falling again. The trees barely moved; they'd long since died and become brittle from the fires that once raged here, in the dark days that weren't even a memory to the young-looking vampire that now walked among them.

Angel Malcon did not know why he loved Hyde Park so much. The place was ugly and desolate, and not many dared even venture into it for fear of hearing the ghostly screams of the humans that died here all those years ago. But Angel, slightly superstitious though he was, did not believe in ghosts -- and even if such things existed, he didn't imagine that they'd hang around the place they died, wallowing in their old memories.

The dried, cracked grass crunched and collapsed under his feet, the only sound that would indicate he was there. His breathing was steady. He didn't fear this place. He didn't fear the dead. But he certainly didn't like to ponder what was lying in the grass. The politicians, the government, did litte by way of moving the bodies from Hyde Park when it was practically razed to the ground. Who knows whose bones remained, long since disinigrated to join the ashes which swirled with the wind? And who knows exactly how many people were burned with the trees, never to see the future hell their city would endure?

He didn't like to think about it, yet he came here time and again. Yes, he loved Hyde Park -- loved it and hated it, as he loved and hated himself sometimes. Perhaps he came here to remind himself who he was fighting for, and why. The wolves did this, he knew. They pushed, the vampires pushed back, and the bodies that were now nothing but bones and ash were the result of the crossfire. It didn't mean anything. They were innocent, their deaths were meaningless, and Angel found himself hating them and the park and the wolves who no doubt started it.

Yes, the night was silent. Almost.

Their voices started softly on the wind, the sort of thing he expected to hear, perhaps from mourners or curious groups here at night to look at all the desolation. That was quite all right. Being here was not a crime. Then he caught something; a brief scent on the air. A vampire's sense of smell wasn't much compared to a werewolf's, but that certain smell worried him. Unconciously, he turned a little and started walking in that direction. Then, he heard rapid footsteps; someone was running after something. They stopped. He had started to see the figures now. The smell hit him again, and hit him hard.

Wolves.

There were two of them, and they had their prey cornered. One was male, the other female, and they had a pretty little girl, no more than twenty with what looked like mousy brown hair, under their control. And they were playing with her.

Angel felt a sudden rush of anger sweep through him. Couldn't they have just killed her and been done with it? Was it necessary to play with their food before they ate it? Hadn't enough human blood been shed here?

No, he decided as he got slowly, silently closer. They would not kill the little girl. Not here. Not tonight.

Suddenly, the female shoved the girl into a twisted, burned tree, pinning her there. But Angel didn't smell her blood yet; she must have had her there by her clothes. They were talking about how annoying her bravery was.

"I should think," Angel said, announcing his presence, "that enough human bodies are lying here for anyone's good. You wouldn't want to desecrate a graveyard that your kind made so...elegantly, all those years ago?"

When he spoke, his voice had a quality similar to that of razorblades. If he could scare them off, he would. If not...well, he could kill the female sure enough, but the male may present a challenge.

[myramichel]

Myra felt a moment of victory as she watched Meadhbh's expression falter. Her fearlessness had been successful by some degree. Myra had proven that she wasn't the normal, panic-stricken human; an oddity given her petite size and innocent appearance; and it was driving the werewolf woman wild. As if to further antagonize, Myra smiled and tilted her head to the side when Meadhbh pressed her claws into her neck. The contact was brief, but sharp enough to draw a small amount of blood. Myra didn't seem to be phased. She continued to smile as blood gathered from two small holes in her neck and broke into a stream down her collar. "Is that the best you can do?"[/color]

"We've all cheated death,"[/color] the werewolf said to her, ignoring her comment, "and with that attitude, you do every day."[/color] Before Myra had a chance to make some witty response, Meadhbh grabbed her and roughly shoved her back into a tree. The bark slammed into her spine with a sickening crack and forced a soft gasp from her lips - she wouldn't give them the pleasure of crying out loud - and the notebook she was holding slipped from her fingers.

"I was going to let you go without a scratch, but now I don't think I'll be able to. It's too tempting to wipe that brave look off your face."[/color] The werewolves' words were doubtful. Myra knew that they never really planned on letting her go... As she parted her lips to speak again the werewolf pinned her, cutting her words short by the sounds of ripping fabric and claws carving through wood.

The werewolf called out to her partner, "Want to join me here?"[/color] But Myra, for the moment, remained silent. She remained fearless. Morrison grinned and joined them at Meadhbh's request, abandoning his previous silence to lean towards Myra's face and smell her skin. "Well, she's no fun..."[/color] he said softly, "hardly afraid. Just kill her, she's better as food." [/color]

Myra felt her shoulders go numb beneath the werewolf's grip. The blood on her neck was coagulating due to the cold and she wondered if the woman would hurt her again just to see it reopen. Whether that was the case or not she'd hang her head, preferring not to watch. "There's nothing in there that will benefit you,"[/color] she mumbled towards the ground. "How should my own words scare me? And even if they did, how would they make me any more scared of you? No, I wouldn't be frightened... You're just a murderer and I refuse be frightened by such a pathetic being..."[/color] Myra knew these words would probably hit home. She squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the blow, but fate decided to intervene instead.

"I should think that enough human bodies are lying here for anyone's good. You wouldn't want to desecrate a graveyard that your kind made so...elegantly, all those years ago?"[/color] The voice was unfamiliar and icy; a man's voice. He must have been ludicrous to think that helping her was worth it in the face of these beasts. "Go away,"[/color] she mumbled; wondering if the man could even hear her. There wasn't any reason for him to die too. "You're going to get hurt..."[/color]

For some reason her head felt heavy. Her lips were beginning to turn the faintest shade of blue. If Meadhbh was going to kill her she might as well just get it over with. Myra was never going to submit to the werewolf's intimidation.

[kira]

The night wind was starting to feel warmer and warmer against Meadhbh's skin as rage flared in her chest. She just wanted to rip out the woman's throat and shut her up, but she must wait for Morrison to let her, she didn't need the food after all. "There's nothing in there that will benefit you," She'd suddenly given up, there was no fight left in her. "How should my own words scare me? And even if they did, how would they make me any more scared of you? No, I wouldn't be frightened... You're just a murderer and I refuse be frightened by such a pathetic being..."

Perhaps she didn't see it herself, but she was the one who was pathetic. At least Meadhbh had the drive to live. In the same situation, she would be struggling, at least begging for her life. Not just giving up and backing down. "Go ahead," shrugged Morrison, tossing the journal aside.

Meadhbh growled softly and put her claws against the woman's forehead, pushing her head back and cutting the skin so that a soft trickle of blood ran down her face. She pressed her mouth to her throat, teeth ready to bite, but she stopped and snapped her head up to sniff the air. "Fucking vampire," she hissed, looking to Morrison.

The man's brow furrowed and glared into the darkness, that almost ever present smile slowly fading from his face. "Keep her here," he said quietly, moving off toward the scent. He hadn't moved very far when the vampire was in sight.

Meadhbh was unsettled by his silence, how they could move so quite was too eerie. Morrison was equally discontented and his smile fell completely away from his lips, giving him a gaunt, very serious look. "I should think that enough human bodies are lying here for anyone's good. You wouldn't want to desecrate a graveyard that your kind made so...elegantly, all those years ago?"

Neither of the were's responded as neither cared at all what he had said, the human spoke up though. Morrison's lip twitched slightly at her words, warning the man to leave. "He's a vampire honey," he said with the slightest smile, "I think he can handle himself." Morrison himself wasn't too worried about the creature, he'd dealt with too many to count, it was Meadhbh he was worried about, he was far too protective of her and she had little experience with these leeches.

[Angel Malcon]

"Go away...You're going to get hurt..."

The male gave a sadistic little smile, as though she'd just said something absolutely nonsensical. "He's a vampire honey," he said. "I think he can handle himself."

"Well spotted," Angel said. The relationship between the two wolves was becoming very clear very quickly. She wouldn't attack until he gave her the go-ahead. This could mean only two things: either she was working for him, and the little human girl was his target, or she absolutely worshipped him, and the little girl was his chosen plaything for tonight.

He had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn't working for him. The anger that had started to build rose again. The female wolf dragged her claw across the forehead of the girl. The scent of her blood was now strong on the air; it was enticing to him, yes. But he had an objective, and nothing short of life-threatening wounds could deter Angel Malcon once he had an objective.

"No one needs to die here tonight," he said, walking closer to them. "You can find your prey in an alley somewhere. Leave this one here. No use killing someone who won't even give you the joy of it."

He found his words even as he was addressing the situation. He knew that as long as he had them focused on him, he was buying the girl time. Wolves lost interest in things so easily -- but would he buy enough time?

[myramichel]

Myra was unusually calm for someone so close to death. She had accepted her fate many years ago; when by some miraculous circumstance she was given a second chance. Ever since then, Myra lived each day as if it might be her last. She was reckless and stubborn, irrational and headstrong, and uncaring as to whether tomorrow ever came. The truth was, Myra had nothing to lose. She had no living relatives and her heart was too broken to experience love. Solitude was the only thing she had left.

"Go ahead,"[/color] the werewolf said to his female companion while Myra squeezed her eyes shut. She knew it was coming soon; the blow that would end everything. As if the bang of her journal hitting the ground had been Meadhbh's cue, the werewolf jerked forwards and growled in Myra's face. Pain shot through her body like a thousand, tiny pinpricks when Meadhbh proceeded to claw her. She no longer felt cold - but warm - from the heat that flared beneath her skin and the lines of blood that dribbled down her nose and cheeks. This was it. This was the end and the pain felt like nothing. Barely a gasp would escape her lips as she tilted her head to the side and waited for Meadhbh's teeth to finish the job. It wouldn't be long now before she was reunited with her family at last...

But something happened. The werewolf stopped, hissed a couple words against Myra's neck, and snapped her attention towards Morrison. It seemed like death would be prolonged, if only for a moment. Myra's head lulled forwards as the werewolf pulled away. Blood was dripping down her face more steadily now and it laced the ground with red ribbons of color. She heard Morrison say "keep her here" in a voice that was faint to her conscious and although Meadhbh remained silent, Myra was sure that the werewolf had no choice but to listen. When she pleaded for the newcomer to leave, Morrison gave a snarky reply. 'Vampire?' Myra thought, 'As if my problems couldn't get much worse...' She had been through seven years without coming into contact with a supernatural. But now, all of a sudden, she met both in one night. 'I'm such a lucky girl,' she thought chidingly.

Whenever the vampire spoke, Myra thought she might be sick. Was he really so determined to help her? And even if he was, how would she ever be able to repay him? Surely he was just going to kill her anyways. Perhaps it was time for her to stop being so selfless and take a moment to defend herself, if only she wasn't so weak... With a single, solitary, and deep breath Myra edged her elbow away from her body and swelled her hand into a fist. She could do this. She wouldn't let a vampire die on her behalf, nor would she die on his. The distraction was all she needed. While Meadhbh was busy looking in Morrison's direction, Myra smiled from beneath the blood on her face and quickly let one fly. Her fist hit Meadhbh square in the cheek with a force that came out of nowhere, causing Myra to stumble sideways as soon as she made impact. She took the next few moments to create some distance from the wolves, since upon cheating death a second time it obviously meant she was supposed to live... At least for now. But boy, had she done it...