burn this city! [open]

[Nessarose Allens]

Thud. Thud. Thud. The only audible sound was her heart beating in her ears, the universe was caught in hesitation, a pause before it was sent spiralling into senseless oblivion. The atmosphere was tense and daunting, she'd known what was coming from the moment she'd first felt the sickness in her stomach. He'd warned her against it and yet despite all this she had done what she wanted anyway. Her life was her own, she could do what she wanted and it would effect nobody but herself. There was something delicious, something enticing in being so vividly and completely free as it didn't take anything away from yourself. She had no commitments to anyone or anything, only herself. Her life, she could do what she wanted.

It had been easy, almost too easy to let herself go. She'd taken some of the drugs, enough to allow herself to go loose and enough to let the feeling of blurred euphoria begin in her head. The next step had been easy to, downing a shot of the detox shit that Morrison had given her. Yes, he'd warned her not to take it in huge doses, but it didn't seem to matter. After that, the final step, she'd taken more drugs. Fucking with her system in every which way. Her head was spinning, her gut was clenching and she could feel the beads of cold sweat growing on her forehead. Nes slowly raised her hands so that they were clear in the half-light cast by the streetlights. They were shaking, that was all she needed and it would not be long now. A bitter, coarse, laugh escaped her throat as she leaned against the streetlight, a chaotic grin was strung upon her lips. Her glance was vacant, yet vicious at the same time. Letting herself go, craziness was coming over her.

"Beautiful," her voice was scratchy and she giggled lightly to herself. The feeling was familiar and yet the ones that accompanied her were not. The first time she had felt fear, the adrenaline had helped kick it through her body and it had been over quickly. This time she welcomed it with nervous anticipation, she felt the euphoria as if through glass. Tonight would be one she hoped not to remember, whatever the fuck was running through her system now, would not wear off in a while.

When Nessa finally shrugged herself away from the light she had to steady herself from the sudden onset of dizziness, it was only the sickness part of the detox, trying to kick out the drugs without realising that more was following it in her system. Another wayward giggle escaped her lips. Soon the sickness would give way to the more terrifying part, the part she longed for. Perhaps she should not have been given the strange blue liquid, but such regrets or heinsight, was too late now. She heard her feet tapping along the footpath, it's rhythm combining with that of her heartbeat until noise was all that she could here. Goosebumps travelled over her skin causing shivers to cascade over her body. The same vacant look played upon her expression, she was still there, but she was losing herself.

The world passed around her in a blur? Time, Place and Moment were consequences to everybody else but her. She didn't know where she was, she didn't know when she was and she was beginning to lose track of who she was. How long had she been walking for? The wind played with her black hair, sending it flying around her face in a tangled mass, wounds from the past had healed, she was energetic, she wanted to run. Yes! Running would be fun! Nes began to stumbled forward, her pace increasing with each step she took, although these steps were haphazard and wobbly. Perhaps people she passed glanced at her, but they did then she did not see.

Run faster pet! Faster!

Startled, even in her disarray by the fear that plauged the voice. It was never afraid. She stumbled, caught off guard in a moment and fell to her knees on the pavement. If there was pain, she did not feel it, already she was struggling to get to her feet. Wanting to argue with the voice but it was not answering her. "Where are you?" Nessa called, her voice rising an octave and she giggled blindly. Did somebody chuckle? Nes pushed herself to her feet, spinning around. There was somebody there .. she knew him .. but she couldn't place his voice. "Still talking to yourself, darling?" Her eyes widened and she tilted her head, instinct forcing her to back away from the man. Her body remembered him, if her head did not. "What? Don't remember me? Perhpas i should remind you ..." It was when he stepped out from the shadow that she recognised him, even in her state she would not forget that face. Nessa could not help the scream that fell from her throat, she backed off faster, his sickening smile seemed to flash in her mind. Nessa spun and ran, faster this time, pumped by something more fierce than the desire to run. The desire to flee.

Suddenly she was falling, a weight on her back was dragging her down. She cried out, the sound was strangled as a hand came to cover her mouth. Nessa struggled, although the effort was half hearted, unable to fully control all her limbs. Kaleb's shadow passed over her, pinning her with one hand and covering her mouth with the other. "N-no," she spluttered, a squeak of sorts escaped her as he pressed his hand down harder, silencing her. Her head was spinning, the drugs having taken their full effect. Her vision was hazy on all but him. Faint, faint. But no, he was still there, real as ever. "I've been looking for you, for years actually." She shook her head, it wasn't true. She was safe, she'd been safe. As if to prove something he drew a clear bag from his pocket, tossing it to the side of her vision. Goldfish. Dead goldfish. Her dead goldfish. Oh god. A groan escaped her, he knew where she lived. He'd killed her goldfish. She struck out wildly, only to be forced back to the ground. His sneer was wild. "Look at you, pathetic. But i will still have you, you are mine afterall." His laugh was like poison, his hand carressed the side of her face with deadly precision. Slowly, painfully, he moved his face to hers and crushed his lips against her own with a harsh kiss she did not return. Fighting, finding reserves of strength.

Eyes pet, remember the eyes!

Yes! He was blind in one eye! Jason had done that, she'd been there. With her free hand she forced his head back, only after that did she throw a desperate punch toward his face. Aiming for the eye she remembered was not blind. It worked, he howled and fell backward, she pushed him off her, scrambling to her feet as she did so. "Leave me alone!" They acted as her parting words as she began to sprint towards anywhere, it just had to be away.

Legs moved, heart pounded. She must've fell about three times, yet each time she forced herself back to her feet, forced herself to keep running. It was only when she actually arrived that she saw the huge castle, she recognised it, a memory that she couldn't place. A dry sob escaped her lips as she threw open the doors and resumed her running. Doorways passed around her, hands shaking. Shadows darted on the end of her vision, making her shy to either side. Her breath was ragged and shallow, tears flowed down her cheeks, or had flowed, she didn't know if they still were. Words echoed in her head, demons had returned. Dead, she was dead.

Finally her journey ended as she ran into a corridor that was a dead end, she slumped at the end of it. Her trail had been random, could Kaleb have followed? She shook her head, holding her hands to her face. They were hot, and sticky. She pulled them away and glanced at them in the pool of moonlight. Black. Blood? She had blood on her hands, how had that happened? Was she hurt? She didn't feel hurt. Nessa's body was shaking, fear now activating the part of the drug she hated the most, hated and loved, just like everything else. "He's here, he's here. I need Jason, he's here. Oh god, here." The words fell into mumbled mutterings, like a chant she held under her breath.

Not here, but soon pet. We must move. Run.

[Morrison Whelan]

Drinking certainly did enable you to forget everything. During the time that you were inebriated, there was little else you could focus than those around you and getting yourself another drink. And waking up the next day, you wouldn’t be able to a thing for hours, crippled by a migraine, then later, once you realized how fucked you’d been when you were drunk, you tried to mend any friendships that might have been broken, or pay up money over any stupid bets. If you were particularly unlucky, you wouldn’t even remember your night of debauchery, having drunk way too much. This was the predicament Morrison found himself in.

He had no idea where he was, well, he had a faint idea. It was definitely a forest, which though, there was no way to tell until he got out of it and that was not happening any time soon. His body was stiff and sore, unwilling to move, and was rather chilled by the night air, seeing as he was naked. Now why the fuck was that? All he could think was that he had changed to a wolf either earlier that day or even last night; he couldn’t be sure as to when he had started to seriously drink. Yet, that didn’t make any sense as he saw himself surrounded by bottles of whiskey and vodka. As a wolf there was no way he would have been drinking from bottles, and if he had they would have been broken so that he could get at the drink. However, this still left the question as to why he was nude. Perhaps he had just thought it to be a good idea to strip earlier.

Not that this was at all his biggest worry. What really irked him was the painful pounding in his head. It was dull and slow, but so persistent that it was all the man could concentrate on. Oh God, he felt like such an idiot. Mostly for the headache that drinking had given him, but also because it had solved absolutely nothing. Meadhbh was no less prominent in his mind, nor was Iivan or Nessa. The only thing drinking had accomplished was keeping him from feeling anything excepting anger and self-pity. That was rather fucked up. Groaning loudly, Morrison forced himself to sit up so that he could better look around at his surroundings. For a few seconds his head spun violently, the incredible vertigo making him so nauseous that he leaned over to throw up. Another little moan escaped him as he was disgusted by the taste of stale bile and there was no getting rid of it; no amount of teeth brushing could get that sort of taste out of one’s mouth, so he would be stuck with it for a few hours. It was just one more reminder of his idiocy.

At least now he could look around without feeling too light headed or having the urge to be sick, seeing as his stomach was all but empty. Definitely a forest, and a familiar one. It wasn’t Blackwater, that place was much darker and the trees taller, nor was it one of the tree groves by the beach, those of which were thinner and younger. It wasn’t even Hyde Park, as most of those trees were dead. That only left the woods around Windsor. To an extent, it made sense that he should go here; it was a place that he had frequented just for fun and hunted around. It might also explain why he was naked, as he used to like to wander around without clothes, until he had started encountering people here much more often and he had discontinued such escapades. Unfortunately, his drunken self hadn’t thought to keep clothes nearby, so it would leave him wandering around, as he was so comfortable with, for a while until her found something to cover up with.

For a few minutes, he just sat there, even as painful as it was to have sticks and rocks pressing into his bare behind, he couldn’t pull his head together enough to the point where he would feel alright standing up and not want to puke. Eventually, his lightheadedness faded away and he took a deep breath of the cool night air, resting his hands on the dirt ground. His head was still pounding, and didn’t seem as though it would be letting up soon, yet he was able to get to his feet with the help of a tree near by. Legs wobbling dangerous, Morrison didn’t make himself move anywhere and just let him gain his footing, which took him another couple of minutes. Finally confident on his own two legs, he started to stumble to the lighter side of the forest, where he was sure the castle was. It wasn’t a sure thing that his clothes were in Windsor, though it was the most likely. The problem was if he had left his clothes deep in the castle, since it would take a very long time to find where exactly that had been.

At the edge of the forest, the wolf stopped, leaning against a tree and staring around. The castle was as imposing and proud in its ruins as ever, and the lawn just as unkempt. Yet there was an odd lump not to far away. It looked almost like a rock, a very well worn down rock. Morrison sighed softly, hand lifting to his forehead, and walked over to the lump. Thank goodness, it was his pants. He dropped onto the ground, as he was sure he’d fall over if he tried to get dressed standing up, and pulled on the jeans very slowly, making sure he didn’t get them on backwards or forget to do up the zipper. Now he found himself in a bit of a predicament; he couldn’t find anything to help himself up. Again, he sighed and moved onto his hands and knees before carefully pushing himself up to stand. His legs were trembling yet again, but he didn’t have any trouble keeping himself steady and once he was moving again, now to the nearest castle entrance, the shaking had practically vanished.

Morrison pushed on the door and it easily flung open, revealing a dark musty hallway. The environment inside usually would have been very comforting, but the smell was unbearable and for some reason his eyes didn’t want to work as they should and he had trouble seeing in the dim lighting. Yet he needed to find at least his jacket, which he adored and which was rather expensive. It shouldn’t be too hard to find, as he had a feeling it was around one of the entrances, or near his car, wherever he had parked it. That brought up another thought. Had he driven here drunk? Surely he hadn’t, because then he would have gotten in a crash, and he was perfectly fine, only a little scratched up by lying on the stick and pebble strewn ground.

Eventually, he was capable of forcing himself into the castle, which didn’t turn out to be too bad since it gave his eyes a respite from the relatively bright sunlight and helped lessen his headache the slightest bit. Through the halls and rooms, he kept his eyes peeled for any of his clothes, though he could easily miss something, as it was difficult to concentrate on anything for too long. After a good ten minutes, Morrison gave up, at least for the moment, and slid down a crumbling wall, his eyes closing. “Fuck it,” he grumbled, putting his hand against his face. In the mean time, the wolf wasn’t going to do a thing, he needed to rest his mind for a while and get that headache to go away.

A terribly familiar smell suddenly reached him and he cracked an eye open, peaking from between his fingers. What was that? No, who? In his befuddled mind, it took a few seconds before he recognized it as Nessa. It was odd that she should be hear, what would she be doing? Not sure that she would come down the hallway he currently occupied, Morrison got to his feet, leaning heavily on the wall to help him, before staggering toward the woman’s scent. Within a few moments he could hear her wild mumbling chant: "He's here, he's here. I need Jason, he's here. Oh god, here.", as well as sense the unmistakable smell of drugs.

“You’re kidding me,” the were groaned, walking a little faster to reach the human. He’d spent hours taking care of her, helping her through detox, and she was high again, and probably dangerously so. He had known this would happen, as drugs were so deeply ingrained in who she was, but he hadn’t thought that she would go to such an extreme. Turning around a corner, Nes came into view. The aroma of fresh blood now hung around her, most likely from her scratching herself and she was half-jogging away from him. “Nes,” he yelled after her, his feet starting to drag, “you bitch!”

[Nessarose Allens]

ooc: lol, i loved your post. morry running around naked, naughty boy. lol.

Pet! They're coming! Get up and run!

She shook her head wildly this time, the illusion was bad, she didn't like it because everything was far too real. Kaleb had been there, she could still feel the force he'd used when he'd pushed her down, still taste the aroma on his hand as he'd covered her mouth. The little things reminding her that he was real. And her goldfish, her poor fucking goldfish, serving to remind her that he knew where she lived. No, this wasn't fun, this wasn't how it was supposed to be. Trust him to ruin her fucking night, Nes wrapped her arms around her body, the blood was already forgotten and would perhaps remain that way until she 'woke up'.

As if in a dream she heard footsteps behind her and she let a small cry escape her. How she managed her way to her feet she didn't know, only that she then set off at a half-jog away from the noise. How had he followed her so fast? Her heart was thumping, she wondered if it was possible for someone to let their heart beat out of their rib cage. Her hands ran over her chest, as if to convince herself that everything was where it was supposed to be.

"Nes, you bitch!"

Keep running!

For she'd frozen at the words, they were not the ones she expected to hear. Nes spun haphazardly, her arm darting out to catch herself on the wall. She blinked numerous times, watching him. Morrison, not Kaleb. Where the fuck did Morrison come from? Did he live here? No .. she'd been where he lived, so where was here? There was something different about him, not the fact he wasn't wearing a shirt, more that there was something in his eyes, she couldn't see clearly from here. Nes stumbled closer by a few steps, not comprehending the words he'd spoken or the tone he'd used. "You've got to leave! He's here, we've all got to fucking leave!" The hysterical note of fear did, in fact, taint her tones, sending it rising in octave as she glanced around. The motion may have been comical had it not been so fucking terrifying.

Nes stumbled closer to him, her hands grabbed his shoulders as she stared at him with wide eyes. "He's here Morry, he killed my fish! He knows where i live! You gotta run," To emphasize her words she turned and picked up a stumbled run to the corridor, turning her head as she did so to make sure he was following. No, she didn't want Kaleb to find him. The fact that Kaleb was human did not even touch her mind, to Nes he was the epitome of fear, she didn't even acknowledge the fact that Morry would be able to crush him.

Closer now pet, he's probably in here.

A muffled cry escaped her and she spun to face Morrison. She'd missed the anger in his eyes, she'd missed the fact that the 'bitch' comment was directed at the drugs. Nes didn't know that when he got drunk he got angry, how was she supposed to? "Come on Morry!"

[Morrison Whelan]

(( He deserves to be spanked... x3 ))

Morrison continued to push himself toward Nessa. though she was stopped and her back was turned. Yet his legs were getting more and more difficult to get to work, he was tired and far too hung over to be trying any serious movement. And when the woman spun to look at him, the twist made him feel sick to the point where he turned to the side, dry heaving, though that accomplished little more than giving his headache a boost. Nor did the human's yelling help:

"You've got to leave! He's here, we've all got to fucking leave!"

The wolf's face contorted in pain and confusion. That far too high crack in her voice had sent tiny little daggers stabbing into his brain, his sensitive ears protesting at being too stimulated. And what the hell was she talking about anyway? There wasn't anyone here, the place was completely empty besides them, at least Morrison couldn't tell that anyone was near by. No, it must be the drugs. They made her see that demon, the thing in her head that adored torturing her. In normal circumstances, the man would have felt concerned for her safety and tried to get to calm down, but being as his mind was so far gone, all he could be worried with was the pain in his own head. And Nes was causing it worsen, forcing him into a dangerous frustration.

"He's here Morry, he killed my fish! He knows where i live! You gotta run,"

"What the hell?" he grumbled, body tensing up and flinching away at her touch, as if some of her crazy would rub of on him. Fish? That sounded delusional even for Nessa and he knew most of the extent of her madness. Unless she was more high than she been the last time he'd seen her so, which was possible. Or perhaps she taken some of the detox and drank too much. For all he knew, that could easily kill her. Not that this was at all registering in his mind right now, he just wanted her away from him. Preferably sane, yet he knew that that wasn't going to happen any time soon.

Now Nes ran back the way she had came, legs looking so uncooperative that he was just waiting for her to fall flat on her face. He didn't budge an inch, not trusting his feet to carry him very far, even as much as he would have liked to catch the woman and for her to shut up. He hated everything about her right now; her crazed words, unsteady body, nervous eyes, even that pathetic cry that escaped her lips.

"Come on Morry!"

His face felt hot, flushed as it was in his incredible annoyance. How he wouldn't like to strangle that girl and put her out her misery. He slowly took a few steps toward her and his legs started to get a little steadier so that he could walk without leaning against the wall. Her mouth opened slightly, as if in anticipation to speak, but he yelled before she got a word out: "Shut the fuck up!" His voice was surprisingly level and commanding, though it lacked the usual accent he had when angered. "Just shut up!" Morrison repeated, closing the gap between them with a few more steps. Before he knew it, he had brought up his hand, clenched in a fist, and smashed it into Nessa's cheek. There was no crunch or any sound that indicated the breakage of bone, but the solid thump that it created was just as satisfying.

[Nessarose Allens]

ooc: o.O its an amusing image, morry being spanked.

He wasn't moving, why wasn't he moving? Did he not realise the severity of the situation? Nes was all but shifting from one foot to another, running her shaking hands through her hair so as to keep herself moving. Maybe she should just leave him here, it wasn't as if Kaleb could attack Morry, or would. But .. he might, if he knew that Morry had helped her, he might get angry and attack him. Nes shivered at the thought. No! He needed to run, they all needed to run. What if she just ran up and grabbed him? Forced him to come along, he wouldn't be impressed but in her agitation she barely considered that.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity he started walking towards her with a determined step. She wanted to cry out in relief, but her body would not allow her. She'd wait until Morrison got closer and then she'd make him walk faster, the sooner they got out of here the better. Nes opened her mouth to tell him to get a move on, only to be shut down again.

"Shut the fuck up!"

It was not a request, it was a command and instinct - even in her current state - forced her mouth shut. Her shaking was more pronounced now as she watched him carefully, but more than that she watched over his shoulder, unable to keep her eyes from the gap for long periods of time. Her head was already imagining Kaleb appearing, his form was the shadow that he took in her head, a small cry seeped from her lips at this thought and she shook her head. Raising it to look at Morrison. Just in time to see his hand rushing towards her face, this time she felt the impact and a cry escaped her. The force of it, and the sheer unexpectedness of it caused her to fall to the ground, she didn't catch herself and landed with her elbows firmly hitting the marble.

Pet! On your feet! The bastard!

Her head spun for a few moments before she scrambled to her feet. She did not feel the pain, perhaps she would later. Her head was putting things together, finding similarities that did not exist. Her eyes widened. "You're with him aren't you!" The hysterical note in her voice was ladden with accusation, fear and anger. Nes was somewhat animalistic in her rage. Though she couldn't feel the pain in her head, she knew it would be there, she knew he was trying to slow her down so that Kaleb could get her. Suddenly Nes threw a punch back, it was nowhere near as powerful as his, but it connected with his chin with a nice thud, she grinned maliciously and darted backwards. Finding herself against a wall so that nobody could sneak up on her. "Leave me alone! You're all the same, fucking wolves."

You've got to run pet.

[Morrison Whelan]

(( Haha, it is indeed... I must draw that now. : D ))

Morrison growled softly as Nessa fell back, crying out with surprise. The sound was pleasing to him, even though it made him temples throb. It was the panic and pain that he heard in that noise that was so attractive, something that he hadn't heard from others in a long time, having not hunted himself for weeks. Such emotions had plagued him since having Meadhbh pulled away, so it was comforting in a way to know that someone else knew what he was going through, even if as only physical for them. It was at least there temporarily.

As the woman now stumbled to her feet, the wolf backed up a few paces, watching her closely to see if she would try to retaliate before she got fully upright. Though once she was fully on her feet, she was shaking badly and looked terrified; he was almost waiting for her to fall down again. "You're with him aren't you!" The accusation was so sudden and out of place that Morrison could only stare at her in response. Who the hell was this that she was talking about? Goddammit, there was no one around!

"What the fuck-" he started to whisper when the girl's fist came into contact with his jaw. The hit stunned him for a moment, as it had been a very solid punch, especially for a human. He blinked a few times, lifting a hand and rubbing his chin, before focusing his eyes on Nes' face, brows creasing in anger. The wolf moved toward the human as she stepped back and pressed herself into the wall.

"Leave me alone! You're all the same, fucking wolves."

Morrison stepped a bit closer, stretching his arms out and pressing his hands on either side of Nessa's head. His gaze stayed on her for a few moments, before he looked down at the floor, his headache starting to get a little worse. It seemed that it had gotten a little better when he had been punched. Perhaps it had been that the pain in his chin had momentarily distracted him from the hangover ache in his skull. Right now, he'd even prefer a broken nose over the throbbing in his head.

"Then hit me," he growled, turning his eyes back up quickly to look at the human. Morrison was breathing heavily now in Nes' face, trying to control the pain in his eyes and mind. There was no doubt in him that she wanted to beat him up and smack him around, the look in her eyes clearly showed that. What he wasn't sure about was how hard she could hit or if she had any tact in her attacking. The only way to find out was to let her at him. If she got too out of hand, he could just smack her down, as they were both almost as handicapped as one another.

[Nessarose Allens]

ooc: i MUST see that haha. poor crazy Nessa, thinks Morry's in cahoots with Kaleb. o.O

She saw him moving slowly closer through a veiled gaze. If she could have moved back into the wall any further, she would have. The anger in his eyes was further enhanced by her delirium and the unsteadiness of his gait merely told her that he was up to something. Nes didn't consider he was suffering pain, she knew - even in this state - that he was feeling Meadhbh's pain but she dismissed this under her current findings. He wouldn't force her to stay if he wasn't working with Kaleb. Maybe he was just keeping her here until Kaleb worked out where she'd run to. Hopefully he wouldn't find out, she hadn't known where she was running, she didn't know how she'd gotten here so how would he be able to know?

Her eyes flicked right, towards the open corridor she could see, her feet edged to run when suddenly his arm appeared next to her. Startling her eyes back to his face. As his eyes fell from her own, Nes drew in a shaky breath, crossing her arms momentarily over her stomach, holding herself. Her eyes darted behind him, expecting at any moment to see Kaleb appear with words of praise for Morrison. What had he been offered to hold her? Maybe when she was at his house he'd been supposed to keep her there but Meadhbh's death had overshadowed everything?

"Then hit me,"

When his eyes finally reached hers again, she struggled to hold his gaze. Her eyes almost twitching away from his, being drawn by the lure of what might be around the corner. Her shaking was wore, but so was the pain she saw on his face. Any decent, normal person would say no, they would say they didn't want to hurt him and just wanted to be gone from this place. The thing was; Nes wasn't a normal, decent person, she was high, insane and she was irrational. Nes did the only thing she could think of. She closed her eyes briefly, another shaking breath was inhaled, and suddenly she opened her eyes and threw a punch at his face. Due to his close proximity, the punch was somewhat miscalculated but she didn't care, at the same time she ducked under his arm and moved in a stumbling sprint toward the corridor.

Perhaps she would have gotten far, perhaps not. As it was however, Nes got no further than the window in that second corridor. Her eyes were windened in horror and a half-scream escaped her throat before it was suffocated. For she could see clearly onto the ground, see clearly the man who walked around them. "No, no no ..." She spun, a look of perfected horror on her face. As suspected, Morrison had followed her. "I knew it! You're with him, you're going to hurt me, get away!" Delusion forced her voice into a troubled whisper. Suddenly her tact changed and she walked forward, grabbing his shoulders with a strength only given to her by desperation. "Just let me go! Just tell him you haven't seen me, i swear .. i swear i won't ever bother you again, i'll leave you alone. Please."

To those that knew her, when Nes begged it was obvious something was wrong. Her voice shook, the hands clutching him shook, but her gaze was defiant, pleading. Morrison had to let her go, she'd helped him! She wouldn't bother him ever again, she'd run away ... leave London. He just had to pretend he hadn't seen her.

[Morrison Whelan]

(( You will see, and your eyes will bleed from the beauty of it. :3 And, well, maybe Nes should stop being so high! You know, might help her not be crazy. ))

Morrison bent his elbows to press himself closer to Nessa, seeing and feeling her shake more and more; almost violently. Yet it hadn't really occurred to him that this was as poor decision because when the woman finally threw a punch to his face, it was badly aimed and weak, merely grazing the side of his cheek. This, of course, didn't do a thing for the pain in his skull, but it distracted him long enough so that the human could duck from under his arm and run away. Growling softly, the wolf put a hand to his forehead, pressing sharp nails into his skin, and turned to watch Nes sprint off down the hall.

He knew that she wasn't going to get far, so he didn't immediately follow. She was too high and delusional, meaning that it was highly likely that she was trip and fall, cracking her head open. It was especially plausible in the castle, seeing as much of the tiled ground was ripped up and strewn with rubble. Usually, this would have been a point of concern for Morrison, but he almost wished that she would take the wrong step and fall flat on her face, breaking her skull and bleeding to death. He'd be rid of her and her insanity.

Dropping the hand from his head, the man forced himself after Nes, more to watch her in case she should harm herself than for any other reason. When she suddenly stopped, yelling quietly, he paused, afraid that she had seen something absolutely horrifying that he wouldn't want to see himself. But there was nothing. The darkness of the hallway beyond was concealing, yet Morrison could see far enough to know that the space was empty.

"No, no no ..."

He had started moving forward again when the look on Nes' face stopped him. He'd seen terror on her face before, but this horror seemed to be more extreme, more real. It was as if she had seen an honest to goodness ghost... Then again, perhaps she really had.

"I knew it! You're with him, you're going to hurt me, get away!"

The charge was such that Morrison was nearly offended, even though he had no idea who the woman was speaking of. She sounded like a child, as she always did when she was under the influence of drugs. It was as though she was his child, afraid that he was going to hit her to punish her. He felt a little twinge in his chest, remembering his own son. For a moment, Morrison was scared that she would break down and sob, not sure how he would handle her as he just wanted to bash her head in. But then she dashed at him, grabbing onto his shoulders with surprising force.

"Just let me go! Just tell him you haven't seen me, I swear .. I swear I won't ever bother you again, I'll leave you alone. Please."

The wolf opened his mouth for a moment, utterly bewildered as to how to respond. This wasn't how he'd known Nessa before. She wasn't a beggar, she was more strong and determined than that. Obviously whoever it was that was... Stalking her? Or was he just in her head? There was no way to know really, but he surely wasn't here at this moment, so for now it was certainly all in her head.

"Nes..." He paused, staring at her, temper slowly rising, sick of her blaming him for conspiring with who the hell knew. "Nes, there's no one here." His teeth clenched softly and he grabbed a hold of the woman's arms, holding her too tight. "There's no one fucking here." he repeated, shaking her then shoving her forcefully backwards, away from him. "But you're too goddamn high to realize that aren't you? I fucking told to be careful! Didn't I?! You're killing yourself and you don't even fucking care!" Seething, Morrison took a few steps toward the human, his head throbbing in protest to the strong set snarl on his lips. How he wouldn't have liked to knock her out again, and yet he didn't, couldn't, though he had no idea what was stopping him, It was so simple...

[ansy2]

(I have okayed this with Nes, hope you don't mind I just thoguht I'd throw Lew in somewhere)

The news had come to Peter, the leader of AV who had then passed it on to Lew. Been the head of security of became his job to deal where their own people are in danger of been injured, killed or worse turned. All the intel told was that there was something going on at Windsor Castle that involved an AV member and a werewolf. How they knew it was a werewolf Lew didn't know but he trusts the intel given to him so a werewolf is what he gers his men up to fight against. Llewllyn himself would not be leading the assault on the old castle, not with his busted up leg. He'd be somewhere in the middle of the assault team, surrounded by men in armour and weilding large guns. Not until they got close to where Ness and Morrison are would Lew come out of the protection. A row of three black cars move down the streets, no lights on and the window blacked out. Lew could be in one of those cars, then again he could be in another car taking a different route all together and those three are just decoys incase someone launches an attack. He has no delusions that he is more of a target than Peter but been head of security can earn you some enemies. People don't know who he works for, all they know is his face and that Lew fucked them up in one way or another.

The cars pull up around the back of Windsor Castle. The men move silently through the gardens and lawns, no torches, no nightvision goggles. Lews men are the best of the best, he would accept nothing less. If you looked carefully you'd see that one of the men is limping slightly from metla plates and pins in his leg. There is no avoiding it, noise has to be made to get into the building. Using a battering ram a few men bust open one of the bottom floor doors. The splinters and cracks then is kicked in the rest of the way. The sound of the splintered door hitting the floor echoes down the halls. Before entering each man readies his gun to be fired just incase the wolf inside the building isn't alone like the intel said.

Carefully they sweep the halls, guns always raised and fingers hovering over the trigger. Over the coms Lew talks to his team.If you see her surround her and protect her, but do not shoot. I repeat do not shoot". He didn't want this turning into a bloodbath or any of his men getting bitten by this wolf. For all he knew the creature could be in his animal form and threatening to bite Nes and turn her. Then what? Would they have to kill her to protect AV? He didnt' like the thought of having to kill a member of the organisation but if it had to be done then it had to be done no question about it. Taking off his helmet Lew calls out to Nes. "Nessarose Allens. This is Brand of the Security Team we have been sent to get you out of here, from what we have been told there is a werewolf near you. If you can hear this please come to us". As soon as he is finished Lew puts his helmet back on and the team advances further into the building.

It doesn't that them long to find her and the wolf. The sight of the girl makes Lew frown, he knew of her drug habit but how could she let it get this bad. She looked a wreck. "Nessarose we're here to take you back". The men have their guns trained on Morrison, just waiting for Lew to give them the order.

[Nessarose Allens]

Throwing two people into an empty castle together was never a good idea, especially when those two people both had normal anger issues, even more so when those anger issues were enhanced by drugs and alcohol. It was a timebomb waiting to happen and his rising temper was matched by hers, force mirrored by irrationality. There was no way she would best him in a physical fight, that had been tried twice already and she'd lost both times, but what she lacked in strength she made up for in endurance and imagination. Sparks were flying, and neither would back down.

"Nes, there's no one here."

His hands grabbed too tightly on her arms but she merely stood still, his grip halted the shaking for a few minutes, for which she was grateful. But his fingers pressed in her skin, she could see the temper rising in his eyes and it fuelled the temper in her own body. Adrenaline pumped, her head span, her heart thumped in her chest. Would she remember this? Who gave a shit. When he shoved her backwards she stumbled, hitting the window before catching herself so she didn't fall to the ground again. Her fucking limbs wouldn't obey her now, they just shook. The euphoric feeling was being erased by a feeling of pure dread and horror. If she died right now she wouldn't care, why did this always happen?

"But you're too goddamn high to realize that aren't you? I fucking told to be careful! Didn't I?! You're killing yourself and you don't even fucking care!"

Eyes that had been trained to the ground now snapped up to meet his own as he advanced forward. He'd hit the bullseye, the arrow-on-the-mark. Anger fuelled her and she straightened herself, ignoring the dried blood on her hands, she ran one through her hair. "Better i kill myself than somebody else, better i die of this than ripped to shreads by a fucking dog!" Her voice which started off low rose to something of a scream. Like i said, irrational. Briefly her eyes flicked back out the window, Kaleb was gone ... was he in the castle? Her shaking was more pronounced now, bouncing, gaining energy from Morrison's anger, from his snarl. Her mind flashed with involuntary images of Jason and her mother, yes it was far better this way. "Don't talk about things you don't know Morry."

"Nessarose Allens. This is Brand of the Security Team we have been sent to get you out of here, from what we have been told there is a werewolf near you. If you can hear this please come to us."

In an instant her anger froze and recoiled at the recognition of her own name. Her eyes followed the noise, it was a voice she recognised but did not place. Rather than follow the directions, confused in her own head, she took half a step backwards. What the fuck was going on? Suddenly, as if appearing from shadow, the corridor they'd come down was filled with men with guns. Her eyes widened and an incoherent noise escaped her throat. The guns were trained on Morrison, but she still backed up. Her vision was blurred, this was a manifestation of fear that once again set her heart racing. Guns, men calling her name, Kaleb, Morrison, Guns, Drugs. It was too much for her to handle. So she did the only thing she could think of. "Fuck," she breathed. Then she bolted, forcing her wobly legs to obey as she stumbled down the corridor away from them all.

Run my pet, get out. They're coming, they will hurt you.

[Morrison Whelan]

A soft, yet pained grin spread over Morrison's lips. There was the Nessa he knew, the defensive, angry, little bitch. He'd know how the words he'd said where going to affect her the moment they'd left his mouth, and he didn't regret it all. She had reason to attack him now, to throw herself at him and try to tear out his tongue. He would welcomed that, but she stayed where she was, even though it was obvious to see that the rage inside her was steadily rising.

"Better I kill myself than somebody else, better i die of this than ripped to shreds by a fucking dog!"

The wolf has lifted a hand to his head once more, as her voice had crescendo-ed into a manic scream by the end of the sentence. He didn't react at all, instead he simply stared down the hallway at her, brows creased in a scowl, watching her tremble with ever growing anger. They were both being pathetic asses, Morrison realized this, but when you put two people with emotional damage that were too far from sober to be safe, the situation was bound to exploded. The man should have just let Nes go off on her own when he found him, yet he was inclined to look after her in his own sick way, so he had to confront her. If only he'd stayed away from his whiskey, all of this could have been avoided.

"Don't talk about things you don't know Morry."

The quietest growl left Morrison's throat at the name. He hadn't minded her using it before, he hadn't really even noticed that she had, but now that she was addressing him directly, it irked him. They did not have that sort of relationship where familiarities could be used in such serious context. Not even Iivan called him Morry when he was upset with him, and they'd known each other for 130 years or so. "Don't call me that," he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment then dropping his hand from his forehead. His mouth opened again to tell her to just fuck off, or something with the same sentiment, when a man's voice echoed through the halls.

"Nessarose Allens. This is Brand of the Security Team we have been sent to get you out of here, from what we have been told there is a werewolf near you. If you can hear this please come to us."

Morrion's eyes flew wide with dismay and he swung around, taking in a very deep breath through his nose. At least a dozen men, humans, were rushing toward them, and by the heavy sound that their feet made, he had to guess that they were fully clothed out to take on a riot. He heard Nes, Nessarose Allens, suddenly dart back down the hall, away from the oncoming team. Then, before he could run after her, that group of humans had surrounded him, all of them carrying guns that where trained on him.

"What the hell?" he whispered, even as one of the men, probably their commander, spoke. "Nessarose we're here to take you back."

Morrison glanced momentarily behind him, to see if Nes, Nessarose, had stopped in her tracks as she had been doing earlier. No, she had vanished around a corner. These men had spooked her more than the wolf himself had been able to do. But she worked with them, obviously, otherwise they wouldn't have come to get her. And why were there so goddamn many of them? You could just send one man with a gun and some silver bullets and you'd be set. It made no sense to send out a convoy to pick up one doped up employee who might be in danger.

"Are you all serious?" the wolf nearly yelled, staring around at all men who's gun barrels were pointed at him. "You're gonna get her fucking killed with this display!"

He should have been more concerned with his own safety, especially when you considered that he was only wearing pants; he didn't even have shoes on, so he couldn't very well run too far. And his jacket had his pistol, which would have been very comforting in his hand right now. He was just too worried about Nessa, Ms. Allens, even as much as he wanted to strangle her. She was a good person when she wasn't high, and he had to admit that she was his friend, but this team of bastards wasn't helping one bit. It was no wonder as to why humans weren't more powerful.

[ansy2]

It was true that the number of people Lew had chosen to bring with him wasn't needed but with the injuries Lew had sustained in the past he felt better having them around him. It may only be a busted up leg that makes him limp but sometimes the smallest of things can make a difference in a fight. Not that it mattered if he was in good shape or not, he would have stood no chance against the wolf on his own anyway. He stays concealed within the small group of men standing around him. He is dressed exactly like them, there is nothing on his uniform that would set him apart from everyone eles. The men communicate through radio mouth pieces on the inside of their helmets so that they can talk to eachother without anyone else hearing what they're saying. His only distinguishing feature are his burn scars and the metal in his leg that makes him limp.

His voice comes from somewhere within his little group. "She won't get killed. The boys have orders to only fire at you. They also have orders to not harm her in any way, we don't want her getting more hurt than she already is. Besides been ex-military I like to think I have a bit of control of my guns. I only allow the bets to be part of my team". Nessa may not be part of his security team but she is part of AV and therefor part of the team. It does however go againt his ideals that a broken part of a team should be removed and replaced but that coudl wait until they got her back to the AV head-quarters. When she makes the move to bolt Lew speaks into his mouthpiece and one of the AV security personal move after her to secure her.

He switches his little helmet speaker onto loud-speaker. "Alright werewolf we just want to take Nessarose back and we'll leave you to be on your way". Anyone who knew him would know that coming from him that would be an outright lie, but in a situation like this he'd not above breaking his own little personal hates to get the job done.

[Nessarose Allens]

Her pace was chaotic, her legs seemed to move fluidly beneath her and yet she found herself ricocheting off walls in her urgency. Her breathing was frantic as she finally came to a halt somewhere, she held herself against a wall, the dry sobs echoing from her throat did not allow tears to come to her eyes. Her emotions were held insuspension, dulled and yet enhanced at the same time. The drugs blurred her pain, making it seem like a dream, making her unsure as to what it was she was truely running from. The daunting reality however, was soon very much alive in her and she raised her head quickly. Something in her made her aware that she had just run from the one person who could - perhaps the one person who would - offer her any protection. But her mind spun, she could not enjoy that thought for more than a second before she was doubled over on the cold floor. The detox was quickly working its way out of her system. How long had it been now? Almost twelve hours since she'd taken it, surely that meant that she would almost be clean? Though her head spun she could almost think clearly, the thoughts simply disappeared. No more hallucinations. So it was ending.

It hadn't been long; arms secured tightly around her shoulders. Her reaction was abrupt and violent, she thrashed out, her hand colliding with the thick plastic of the man's helmet, perhaps there was pain there, she certainly heard a distinct crack. The pain was still obscured thankfully and she thrashed out again, the movement still useless. Nes kicked and struggled, her state of mind made any calculated hit difficult and slowly - yet steadily, the man brought her back the way she had come.

Though her head screamed differently, the man was strangely tender with her, as if afraid he would injure her. There was a vague recognition, a recognition that stopped her fighting, though he did not release his hold. Who were they? And, why were they here?

"Alright werewolf we just want to take Nessarose back and we'll leave you to be on your way".

Her head snapped up as she recognised her name, her eyes glued to the speaker easily, despite the fact that they all looked the same. The way they situated themselves around him in a casual, yet protective stance, practically screamed that he was the leader. Slowly, her voice recognition seemed to kick in and she narrowed her eyes. Nessa stood still, the man still held her shoulders in a tight grip, both her hands (the bruised one and the normal one) hung limply by her side. "It's ok, you don't have to hurt him. It wasn't him."' Her voice was scratchy and disjointed, as if she was trying to say two things at once. However, she did manage to pull together some coherency and her eyes flicked to Morrison.

Ah, she was an idiot, he was an idiot too but at least he had a reason. Kaleb wouldn't hurt him, not now that there were guns here. He could escape quite easily, and she would keep her promise, she would stay out of his life and not fuck it up anymore. He'd already lost Meadhbh, he didn't deserve to lose his sanity too. "Be careful, you don't believe me. Why would you? I'm fucking crazy. But he isn't, oh no, he definately isn't." It was obvious that they had no fucking clue what she was talking about and the deadpan voice with which she spoke obviously owed to that, however her gaze held his, conviction in them. He had to believe her, if Kaleb was here, which she knew he was, she wasn't crazy enough to imagine that, then he would find her soon. He'd already found her house, something nobody else had managed to do.

[Morrison Whelan]

Eyes narrowed, and focused, boring into the man who was speaking, Morrison stood still, though his whole body was rigid with suppressed anger. This wasn't merely a display of protecting a member of their own organization, it was fucking racial profiling. Sure, wolves were known to go off on an occasional human or two, but they had more self control than it even seemed most humans had and certainly they were far better at containing themselves than vampires. There was the wild younger wolf that attacked mortals just for sport, but Morrison was far too old for that and he had quite a steady head on himself, well, when he was sober he did. Right now, he wasn't exactly completely clean, but he could think clear enough. And it was Nessa that he was dealing with, and no matter how much he'd want to kill her, he knew that he'd never be able to, he'd not even be able to find the heart to bite her. Something caused him to value her life more than most, yet he wasn't sure what that was.

... Besides, being ex-military I like to think I have a bit of control of my guns. I only allow the best to be part of my team."

A soft, threatening growl slipped from the man's lips and his hands curled into tight fists by his sides. "I'm not worried about you shooting her," he rumbled, the slightest bit of an accent coming through, "I'm worried that you'll chase her out of a window; she's tried it before." Twice before, actually, but he wasn't going to say so. If they believed that he was more of threat than just at this moment, then he had no doubt that he would land himself a bullet through the head, and he wasn't quite ready for that yet.

"Alright werewolf we just want to take Nessarose back and we'll leave you to be on your way."

"I'm not keeping her..." he began to snarl, but he soon trailed off, the woman's scent moving into their vicinity. Morrison spun around, a bit too quick perhaps as he heard shuffling and clicking as the men readjusted their guns on him, aiming to shoot in case he launched himself at anyone. He didn't though, he just stood there, staring at Nessarose and the man that held her. She was strangely still in the man's grip, though he supposed it was because she knew who was speaking or the one that had their grasp on her.

"It's ok, you don't have to hurt him. It wasn't him."

The wolf's eyes shot up at the stranger that held Nes, trying to decipher some expression from him, but his face was shrouded in the shadow of the helmet he wore. His concern was that one or two of them would stick around while the rest took Nessa away, and that they would then shoot him, just to take out a possible threat. Hopefully, they trusted Nes enough to let him off with or a warning or a smack in the face. Though the woman sounded incredibly... insane, so why should they listen to her? At least that crazy lifted a little when her eyes moved to his and focused there.

"Be careful, you don't believe me. Why would you? I'm fucking crazy. But he isn't, oh no, he definitely isn't."

"Nes..." Morrison sighed, stepping forward a couple of paces. There was a shuffling as the men moved in, re-aiming their weapons at his back, but he ignored their paranoia, the woman was all he focused on. He took another step forward and held out a hand, causing the man with Nes in his arms to move back the same amount. Another sigh left his lips, but the wolf stood his ground. "Do you have anything still on you?" He asked the woman softly as he could, face relaxing out of a slight snarl and his hand making a beckoning gesture, asking her to hand over whatever sort of drugs she still had with her.

[Nessarose Allens]

Although it seemed that the world slowed down, that everything moved with infinite precision, taking eons to perform the simplest of actions. Part of her, a reasonable part that she tended to ignore, told her that this was false, that everything was in constant motion, she was wrong. It was hard to believe that however, when in her current state she saw everything move past in the slowest of motions. Though her body was tense against the arms of her 'captor' her mental state was slowly slipping, the manic episode had been interrupted and now she could not remember what had pushed her over the limit. It was catastrophic, something that she knew she had to remember, or else. Yet, try as she may, she could not wrap her head around it and so it remained forgotten.

Words were spoken around her, although she could not decide whether they were real or simply part of her imagination. She caught scraps of conversation, such things that seemed irrelevant to her, that confused her. Nes was caught within her own mind, the lethargy sweeping over her, soon as she hit the 'come-down' stage her actions would return violent and crazed once more. She did not think of that now, nor would any other consider it until it was too late.

Because it is never too late is it pet? You'll remember and then, what?

In denial, she shook her head, the voice was wrong. She would not remember, remember what? It was simply being dangerous, controlling as always, it knew nothing, despite the inside of her mind, but what was there to know? It was wrong, so very wrong.

"Do you have anything still on you?"

Blinking she looked up at Morrison, she didn't feel herself being yanked backwards, she didn't see the men with guns taking steps towards them. For a moment or more she simply blinked, registering his words and then glancing at his outstretched hand. What did he want? It took her a while to catch the meaning in his words and when she did she frowned slightly to herself. Hand her stuff over ... to him? He wouldn't give it back to her, he'd probably give it to Ivian .. so why would she? Again, the point of reason in her mind stood out, telling her to do as she was told. In a moment of odd compliance her hand went into her jacket pocket. What she should have noticed - inevitably, what she failed to notice - was the absence of knives, they should have been there. Instead she pulled out two pags of pills, handing them over to him.

Under his gaze she shifted a little and after a slight hesitation she pulled out the vial of blue liquid he had given her. It was mostly empty, as soon as he saw it he would know what she did. Intentionally taken the detox with the pills, the combination had been euphoric and then declined into the terrifying hallucinations that made her feel somewhat psychotic. She dropped her eyes now, her body still shaking. There was something she had to remember.