Never have I ever [Lexie]

[Morrison Whelan]

"Tell me again how you got beat by that girl?"

Morrison smirked softly, glancing over at Iivan's friend, Bruno, who sat at the other man's right side. Iivan had bristled at the comment, clutching his glass tight in his hand, but he ignored the irritation he felt, not having much energy these days for confrontation. Bruno took being brushed off well, only shooting Morry a slight look of amusement before downing the contents of his shot glass. "So, anyway," the man sighed, after ordering another drink of course. "the bandages come off soon, I s'pose?"

This peaked Iivan's interest and he hazarded a small smile, pushing his cup away from him. "Should be a week, at most," his eyes shifted to the man at his left then back to the other. "there shouldn't even be any serious scars; it'll look completely natural." Seeming intrigued by this, Bruno leaned in, taking a closer look at slightly visible cut still on the wolf's face. "Will you be able to change though? It's not like it's your nose."

"We're just hoping," Iivan shrugged, pulling his glass back and draining it. "if I doesn't work, I guess we'll try again." Having been rather quiet for a time, Morrison suddenly spoke up, leaning forward with his elbows placed on the bar. "Don't worry Bruno, you'll have your boss back soon enough," he said this with a half laugh in his voice, "and if not, I can step in for him. I don't think I've been doing a half bad job in his place." Bruno shrugged in response, grinning widely and emptying what had to be his 20th shot. "Well," Morrison sighed, turning to Iivan, "we should get going, Jeena'll want to see you. She won't be happy that you've been drinking, but what can you do?"

The wolf nodded in agreement, finishing off his drink, sliding a few pound notes onto the bar and then getting to his feet to follow his friend out. Back out in the cold late-evening air, Morrison was forced to zip his jacket all the way up to his neck, but he didn't mind; he enjoyed the colder weather more than anything. Besides, it wasn't as if the car was too far off, just over the bridge in a parking garage. The two of them chatted casually on their way, mostly to stave off the topic of dealing with Iivan's health, yet once they came within sight of the bridge, Iivan stopped mid-sentence, a mischievous sort of smile creeping onto his face. "You think I could test out transforming?" he asked, voice growing a bit softer.

Morrison scoffed, frowning. "That would be awfully stupid of you; you're nose isn't even healed up. What do you need to change for anyway?" The other man glanced over at his friend for a moment, shooting him a doubtful look before shrugging and looking away. "You smell that? I'm hungry..." There were a lot of scents about, plenty of people out this time of day, even in the chill, trying to get things taken care of before the fear of vampires drove them inside their homes for the night. Though one human's smell did stand, just a bit, someone younger than most, not the youngest around, but mature enough for Iivan's liking it seemed. "You can hunt without changing," Morrison sighed, smirking. "Anyways, you can't have them here, you'll have to take them somewhere else, and good luck doing that with those bandages over your nose."

Iivan laughed shortly, stuffing his hands into his pocket and a cocky, familiar expression coming over his face. "I'll just say I got in a bad fight, killed the bugger and only got a broken nose." He winked over at his friend and ran a hand through his tousled blonde hair. "You seem to forget how smooth I am with people." Morrison gave the man an exasperated look, shaking his head. "If you wanna try, be my guest, I'll stand back and watch the master at work."

"I'm glad you recognize talent," Iivan huffed, pulling at the collar of his jacket to cover up more of his broad chest. After ruffling up his hair, he made his way toward the bridge, straight to a woman that stood near it, a near sincerely sweet smile on his lips. "Hello miss," he said to the stranger, his eyes staying trained on her face, though he secretly wished to stare straight down at her shirt. He just now realized how much taller he was and so he let himself slouch a bit, resting his weight on one hip so that he would shrink a few inches. "I don't think I've seen you around here before, and I've been around a lot," he gave her a slightly confused, slightly questioning look and held out his hand for her to shake. "Iivan's the name."

[Lexine Sullivan]

Lexi had been waiting at this damn bridge for exactly one hour and twenty two minutes. This was getting very very annoying and the air was starting to chill a little now that it was getting on in the day and she suddenly wished she had thrown on a warmer jacket than the cropped leather one she was currently wearing. She was glad that she had gone without her normal heeled shoes for today...she could run and fight and everything else in them but standing around doing nothing did in fact hurt her feet something rotten so was thankful she had worn the combat boots instead. Sighing she lit up another cigarette and moved to lean against the nearest wall where a small scattering of used fag ends already littered the ground. Where the hell was he damn it? She was getting fed up with waiting and if it wasn't for the fact she needed the stuff she would have left already.

Of course Burt had to have found the last of her stash earlier that day/ The man was constantly searching her flat looking for the stuff and it was starting to get to her a little bit- if it wasn't for the fact she was rather fond of the older male she would have left months ago. But she couldn't bring herself to leave the one person she actually had in her corner. Yes he annoyed her but at the end of the day he was doing what he thought was right...and taking her stash was apparently the right thing in his mind.

Her eyes swept from side to side as she continued to take long drags of her fag, her free hand moving down her body so she could swipe some of the damp sweat off the flesh and onto the jeans that showed more skin that covered it due to the various rips in the material. She grimaced as she did so. She hated feeling so dependent on something and when she had first started taking drugs it had been to cope with the pain of losing her family and the most of her sanity. Now she took them because she believed she needed them. She shivered but this time not due to the cold and her eyes swept the street before her once again. Where was he? Her left leg twitched before it was impatiently bouncing up and down. God dammit this was getting stupid!

Her thoughts were broken when she noticed the two men walking in her direction and for a moment she thought it was the dealer she was waiting for before she realised she didn't know either of them and forced her leg to stop twitching so badly. She would have to get her hit another day, or at least wait until he bloody turned up...or another passed this way. She couldn't hear what they were saying to one another but it soon became obvious it was about her when the one came up to her. She eyed him cautiously but not obviously and debated with herself about whether he was dangerous or whether he was just incredibly drunk. As he leaned over her she could smell the booze on his breath and she resisted the urge to wrinkle her nose in distaste- not that she had a problem with booze she just didn't like people breathing all over her...it was a violation of her personal bubble!

As he spoke she shifted so that the one arm was now fixed securely behind her back, her hand resting on the sheath that had been covered by her long top (having lifted it up slightly as she had moved) It wasn't visible in this now dark light and she doubted these men would bother to look for a weapon on a seemingly 'innocent' girl. She knew that the signs of twitching and slightly wide pupils were telltale ones of drug abuse but that didn't matter- let them believe what they wanted, she could look after herself. He introduced himself but she ignored him, her eyes flicking between the two. She didn't want to get into any trouble so soon after than incident with the cop- they still thought she had been the one to pull the trigger despite the fact she had no such weapon...the witnesses had seen her in the area and that was all. Idiots.

Finally she spoke and tilted her head slightly to the side causing the pile of bright pink curls on the top of her head to fall and tumble into her eyes. "Merci." She wasn't going to give them her real name. She wasn't stupid.

[Morrison Whelan]

People today seemed to be very bad at avoiding obstacles. Now, Morrison could understand being bumped into because he was standing in the middle of the walkway, but seriously, it was as if every goddamn person that walked past him hit him with elbows, hips, or purses. He was forced to say 'Sorry' over and over again, which became increasingly annoying because it would be simple enough to just move two inches to one side, not being that many people about. Either way, he was soon nudged back against a building to keep out of people's way, but from here he couldn't see Iivan too well, just the back of his head and occasionally a hand when he gestured.

Though, by now it was apparent that the girl the wolf was talking to wasn't very interested in conversation, she barely even acknowledged there was anyone standing near her. However, Iivan was a persistent sort of man and he keep talking until she spoke back or had a fit. Morrison hoped for the latter, quite sure that it would amuse him greatly, having Iivan in such a situation where he couldn't really retaliate to a tantrum. And if he did manage to talk the girl into leaving with him, then Morry would be pretty impressed, seeing how hard the girl was trying not to be associated with this stranger.

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While Iivan did not appreciate being ignored, and with so much effort as well, he wasn't going to be put off by it. It simply meant that his charm hadn't quite sunk yet, for it just might be affected by the fact that he had a strip of gauze covering what he thought had used to have been his best feature. Hopefully, his nose would look as good as it had when the bandage finally did come off and he wouldn't have to try so hard to make a good impression on people. Not that he was trying that hard just now, he'd only introduced himself. He only had the feeling that this would be difficult.

After a few seconds, he dropped his hand with a soft sigh, going quiet for a little while as he tried to figure out what would get this girl to talk. She had reached behind her back, to hold something. He couldn't see just what it was, but he could guess that it was a weapon of some sort, since drawing a knife or something was a clever thing to do when approached by a strange man. Yet this was the least intriguing thing about her. He now noticed the twitches in her body, her dilated pupils, the nervous look in her eyes. Oh, he knew the signs of withdrawal too well; this could be fun.

"Merci,"

The belated reply to his own introduction was quick and sounded a little peeved. He was sure he could remedy her irritation though, very easily. "Mercy," Iivan pondered over the name for a moment, "it's a cute name, but I'm not sure it fits you." He reached into a pocket at this, the expression on his face growing a bit more excited, less sweet. "I mean, I wouldn't pin such an innocent sounding name on a girl who would wait out in the cold for her dealer." The man lifted an eyebrow softly, as if to ask if he was right about this, though he knew that he was. While he let this sink in, he pulled a small baggy out of his pocket, keeping it concealed in the cupped palm of his hand so that no one could see it besides Merci.

"Now, this," he held up his hand a bit more for her to see, "this is just for show, it's really crap. I keep all of my quality supplies at home." As to not give the girl any time to snatch the drugs from him, he slipped it back into his pocket. "I know you're probably a little desperate right now, just a bit, but I'd be willing to take you back to my place to see if you'd like to buy anything. That is, if you think you'd like to risk it." He shot the girl a reassuring look, one that he hoped read as "I'm a good guy (even if I do exploit peoples' addictions and I maim half of the customers I serve)." Okay, well just the first part.

Morrison, he knew, wouldn't be at all happy with taking the girl home; he absolutely despised drugs, excepting aspirin and alcohol of course. He would get over it though, because Iivan wouldn't let Merci live and the other wolf wouldn't feel an obligation to save her, as he had with that other human, Nessa. Morry would be a hard ass about it all, but the girl would be the hard part. She didn't seem like the trusting kind of person and Iivan was definitely not making himself look too trustworthy, not that dealers generally were. She at least seemed confident in her ability to defend herself and that might be enough to get her into Morry's car.

[Lexine Sullivan]

Lexi wished he would just get on with whatever the hell he was trying to pull. Honestly coming up to her in the middle of the night and smelling to high heavens of booze didn't exactly make a good impression. Besides she wasn't the kind of girl to go about with strangers or even people she knew for that matter. Her eyes made out the other male but since he was still some distance away from her she chose not to worry about him just yet although her hand never once left the hilt of her Sai. She wasn't going to let her guard down to someone who called her name cute. She guessed he didn't get around the underground fighting cages much otherwise the name might have jogged a memory in his obviously tiny little mind. Even if people had never seen her fight she had run into plenty who recognised the name once it passed her lips and she enjoyed the reputation it brought...well, sometimes anyway. There were times when she had to prove that she was who she said she was; it wasn't her fault that the person usually ended up with something broken at the end of their meeting.

"I mean, I wouldn't pin such an innocent sounding name on a girl who would wait out in the cold for her dealer."

He spoke those words and she had to give a little credit where it was due. He wasn't as stupid as he appeared. That was good to know. She would know not to under estimate him if it came to it but still, she doubted she would have much to worry about with this male, he was like all the others..usually after something that involved money or in kind. Hah. So predictable. (Of course if she knew that he was in fact a werewolf she would have thrown caution to the wind and simply attacked him). She blinked slowly at him as if trying to work out what he had said to her, making herself out to be some dumb idiot who had simply fallen in with the wrong crowd at some point in her life. She would need to play this carefully if she wanted to get through this with little trouble but alas her life was never that simple and she doubted that tonight was going to be any different. Bah, how she hated it when things got complicated! Once she got a hold of her regular dealer she was going to make sure he never forgot his appointments again!

Against her wishes her eyes were drawn to the small baggy holding the thing she wanted more than most things right now yet hated with a fiery passion since it went against most of her morals. Well, the ones she had left anyway. Her mother had brought her up to despise the stuff but as she had gotten older and things had happened her perception had slowly been bent and warped until she didn't really know right from wrong anymore. Burt tried to help her of course but she wasn't close to him and never would be if she could help it. She guessed she would need someone to sit over her and make her go through the whole withdrawal thing but then again, like hell would she just sit there and let them do such a thing. Lexi forced her eyes away from the baggy as he moved it back as if expecting her to snatch it away from him. Ok she was desperate but she had manners....occassionaly... and she was hardly going to do such a thing. She took another drag and held the smoke in her lungs for a moment before exhaling it.

Finally she tuned back into what he was saying and caught the tale end of his small speech stating that she could go with him and inspect some of the better quality stuff. Good heavens he really did think she was some stupid little girl didn't he? She almost laughed and for only a brief moment a cold smirk nearly found its way upon her lips before it was hidden as quickly as it had appeared. Well, she couldn't blame him for believing it since she guessed that most of his customers were stupid and naive and willing to do anything for a hit and whilst she was desperate she wasn't that desperate. For heavens sake she was still a virgin! She wasn't going to lose something so precious to her to someone like him no matter what the prize. It was the one thing that allowed her feel like she had some innocence left inside of her.

She took another drag and this time exhaled it nearly immediately and into his face. She would have to make sure to hit that gauzed up nose of his at some point...she didn't like being thought of as some common...some common hussy!

"I don't know what kind of person you think I am," She practically purred at him, her fingers slowly wrapping around her Sai, ready to pull it out. "But I'm not an idiot." She rose a delicate eyebrow at him as if daring him to contradict her.

[Morrison Whelan]

Usually, Iivan was very good at being patient with people, it was the only way that he could ever get anyone with any sense to get into a car with him. But at the moment he was just oh so hungry, and this girl smelled oh so delicious. He couldn't actually remember the last time he had gotten to hunt or eat flesh, it had to have been at least a month, minimum, it was a wonder he hadn't ripped out the throat of someone on the street yet. It was just his self control, that he had only gained with the past ten years, that kept his hands down at his sides and his teeth to himself, for now.

Though the way Merci ignored him and played dumb made this difficult. If only she knew how easily he could squash her, then maybe she would have at least tried to walk away and force him to go after someone else. Yet, she just stood there, as if he were no threat, sucking on that cancer stick. He had noticed the way her eyes had shifted an widened at the sight of the baggy he'd pulled out, but she wasn't showing that she needed it as desperately as he thought she did. A bit more persuasion was in order.

Trying his best to keep his anger in check, the wolf straightened up a bit, hoping this would give a better impression, and tilted his head slightly when Merci's mouth started to open, thinking she was about to speak. But no, he instead received a cloud of smoke in the face. To keep from coughing, he held his breath for a while, keeping from breathing in the irritating fumes. Unfortunately the smoke still got at his nose,causing it to itch, which he would have done so had he not been afraid of ripping the bandages and damaging the stitching.

"I don't know what kind of person you think I am,"

Iivan's eyes shifted slightly to the movement of the girl's hand, waiting to see if she would try to hit him with whatever weapon she had concealed behind her back.

"But I'm not an idiot."

The wolf's brows came down a doubtful curve and he smiled softly. "Are you sure?" He reached out quickly to grab a hold of her wrist then coaxed her arm and hand around so that he could pluck the knife from her hand. "You aren't quite smart enough to conceal your little knife here from me." Okay, that insult, however small, had felt good. His temper was simmering down a bit and he could think, at least to a degree with that ache in his belly.

The next move he made might turn out to actually be rather stupid of him, but he decided that he didn't want to drag this girl to his car yet, so he needed at least a bit of trust from her. Flipping the knife around so he held the blade, he handed the weapon back, imagining that she wouldn't be able to do much damage with it anyway. Even if she did slash out at him, he had his pistol handy and could blow her hands off, not that he wanted it to come to that.

"I hope you're not still planning to use that on me," he smirked, declining his chin toward the weapon. "There are a lot of people around..." He trailed off, wondering how much of this all Morry was seeing, imaging that he could feel the other man's eye son the back of his head, before he blinked slowly, realizing he didn't care, Morrison may be the more skilled of the two of them in... everything, but he was still a pushover when it came to what his injured friend wanted. And if he wanted to bring (another) druggie home,then Morry would consent. There was just the issue of getting Merci to go willingly. He would press the question on her once more in a short while, but right now he wanted to see if she would retaliate.

[Lexine Sullivan]

Lexi had stiffened as he had reached for her and pulled her hand out from behind her back, bringing the Sai into view. As he plucked it from her hand she visibly bristled. No one touched that but her! It was the one thing she had left of her mother- although he wasn't to know that- and she was very possessive when it came to who could actually lay their hands on it. Of course the fact that he had touched her was also a subject she would rather forget since the very thought of being handled by anyone other than Burt was enough to make her sick. The fighters in the cages didn't count...they usually ended up losing whatever limbs they had touched her with but since she wanted him to believe that she really didn't know what she was doing she made no move to reveal the other Sai that she had strapped to her leg earlier that evening- since her jeans were somewhat baggy they didn't even give a telltale sign that there was something beneath them...not that it was an easy place to get to when one was standing in the middle of the street but she had never really had much of a problem with getting to it.

Her anger was replaced with confusion and suspicion when he flipped it over and held it out to her and although she knew it was probably not the best idea in the world reached out and took the proffered handle, holding it rather loosely in her hand. She still didn't want to betray just how well she could handle her weapon, no matter how much she wanted to right now. Why on earth would he give her the thing back? She had no doubts in her mind that he was most certainly not a very nice person so was confused at his reasons for it all. There was still no way in hell she was going anywhere with him and she would put up a fight to prevent it from happening but she was starting to wish she had kept herself away for the night. Damn that infuriating man! Why did he have to choose today of all days to search her rooms!

"Perhaps," Her head tilted slightly to the side again as she answered his questions although she hadn't really been paying that much attention to a word he had been saying to her, her mind on other things like Burt and what the hell she was going to do with the male before her. She really didn't want to get into any trouble tonight but it looked like her wish wasn't going to come true.

She wanted to come back with some sort of witty comeback but she was prevented from doing so when a cough seemed to rise into the back of her throat. However it wasn't one of those little coughs smokers seemed to get...this one was a full blown hacking cough and if it hadn't been for the fact it hurt like Jesus fucking hell she would have been a little embarrassed. The Sai clattered to the floor as she reached blindly behind her with the one hand before it rested against the bricks of the wall and the other covered her mouth. For a moment she saw nothing but fuzzy tinged blackness and her body wavered slightly for a moment before it all passed. She blinked and shuddered. This had been happening a lot more recently and she couldn't work out what it was. She had stopped the smoking and the drugs but it hadn't been caused by either of them...

She pulled her hand back and this time she did freeze, her eyes almost comically wide as she stared at it. The smear of red looked almost foreign on her too pale skin and for a moment she tried to place what it was. Why was there blood on her hand? She would have panicked if it wasn't for the fact he was still stood before her, instead she straightened herself out, her hand moving down as if to wipe the smear from her skin and onto her jeans.

She looked at him and for a moment briefly considered telling him to just get on with whatever he was planning so she could either die in peace or horribly- after all, she had no illusions as to what he probably wanted with her. But instead her need to survive stopped the words ever leaving her lips. She wanted to die but she was too much a coward to ever say so or even to act on her desires. In reality of course she wanted to live more than anything in the world. She was afraid to acknowledge that part of her thinking it to be a weakness...to fall in love and have a family was a foreign concept that happened to come into her mind only when she was sleeping.

She bent down and picked the fallen Sai off the ground, her hair falling over her face as she did so, effectively covering her face. She wanted this meeting over with so she could go home. She didn't like this man or what he signified and although she had no doubts of her abilities felt bloody terrible and just wanted to be left alone. If she wasn't also afraid of getting hooked on prescription drugs she probably would have gone to a hospital about this thing that kept coming and going. Ha...how stupid. She took drugs and she was afraid of that?

Another cough racked through her body and again her hand came up to her mouth once again.

[Morrison Whelan]

Iivan should just give up, this girl wasn't going anywhere. Now, Morrison couldn't see the two so well, but he could plainly tell that the human was paying the wolf little attention, even though he seemed persistent. This seemed to be a recent theme for him. It might be the nose, or the lack of confidence he now had because of it, but his social graces were not as strong as they once had been. Not that Morry was too upset by this, it would mean that he didn't have to drive some stranger home and then clean up after his friend. Though he supposed that was only a small price to pay for having his best mate back in the apartment, which was even more than it had been because he wasn't out 'working' so often.

There was a sudden movement at Iivan's right and the glint of light off of metal. Morrison grew tense for a moment, thinking that girl had gotten annoyed with the man and stabbed him, but then he realized that it was Iivan holding the knife and he relaxed a bit. The man wasn't at all skilled at hand-on-hand combat, so it was good that he could get control of any weapon that threatened him. And if she had slashed that blade across his face...

Morry could hear coughing now, even from a distance, and saw the human's body shaking with the spasms. Either Iivan had punched her in the gut, which he could have in the split second that Morrison's view had been blocked by someone walking past him. Or she was sick. He hoped for the latter. He waited for a few more seconds for the man to give up on the girl, yet when he showed no signs of returning, the wolf pushed his way past a few people to the edge of the bridge.

"Come on," Morrison muttered, nudging the other man on the shoulder. "you're done." Iivan didn't respond, he seemed frozen, but another one of the girl's coughing fits startled him back into motion and he turned to look at his friend, who was now the one who'd gone still. He could smell blood on the girl, fresh blood. Shaking his head quickly to keep his mind straight, he glanced over to the wolf beside him and repeated. "Come on," Iivan sighed yet he consented and started to move away, Morry follow behind.

The blood and the coughing though, it bothered him. "Go on ahead," he told the man, "I'll call when I'm on my way back to the car." His friend shook his head, giving the wolf an exasperated look. "Morry, not this..." However, the look on his face told Iivan that this wasn't the time to argue and he held up his hands before sauntering away, hands in his pockets. With the man mostly out of sight, Morrison walked back over to the girl.

"Are you alright?" he asked her, "you've got blood..." He lifted a hand to touch his lip then slowly let it drop. You would only cough up blood if maybe you had a cut in your throat or you were bleeding into your lungs. That was serious, this girl could be dieing and she was only about 16. Wow, what a way to meet someone, by bringing up that they had a potentially fatal condition. "I just mean..." He paused, thinking. What did he imagine he would do, take her to Jeena's, get her all fixed up and they 'd become best friends? He had to stop being so idealistic...

"It's just that you should probably see a doctor," he rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit awkward, "I don't know you, sure, but you're just so young..." He paused once more, dropping his hand, and reached into his pocket to pull out a crinkled up business card. "I've got a doctor friend that I'm sure would see you for free." He held out Jeena's card for her, reminding himself that he would have to get a new one because he needed it for her number, just in case someone got in trouble.

[Lexine Sullivan]

Lexi's new coughing fit only lasts a few moments but it was long enough for the other male to come towards the pair of them and send the one who had been creeping her out slightly away. She was glad of it no matter how it had come about. She wasn't at her best right now and hated to admit to herself that she would probably never have stood a chance against someone who was quite literally twice her size (and ohh didn't that just annoy her!). If she had a choice she would have been done here hours ago and would never have been in the situation...honestly, to show any sort of weakness before anyone was just wrong and it was even worse in front of some idiotic pervert who had nothing better to do with his time than pray on those who were too weak to do anything about it. She wasn't weak but she was sick and that was bad enough. So she was grateful towards the other stranger...but only just and would never in a million years admit the truth.

She blinked as he asked the question before she slowly rose to her feet, catching him raise his hand to his lips as he mentioned the blood and for a moment wondered what he was on about before she came back to her reality and raised her own hand to her mouth scrubbing slightly at the pink lipstick tinged lips. Pulling her hand away she eyed the red of the blood mixed with a little of the makeup and frowned at it slightly. She didn't understand why she was bleeding but since she was in no way a medical expert simply put it down to a really really bad cold or something..or maybe that punch from the other day had finally decided to kick in? Either way she would not accept it was anything serious. She lifted her fingers to her mouth once again, running the tips over the soft flesh that parted slightly as she did so before pulling away. She inspected them before she was satisfied that there was nothing left upon her face and then wiped it on her jeans. They would need to be washed now and she only hoped Burt wasn't about when she got back or she would have to think of some lie or other to get him off her back. Hell this entire night was his fault anyway! Bloody irritating old man!

With a start she remembered she was still holding her Sai in the other hand and as if she were conscious that someone could see her holding it and having blood on her hands could indeed and probably quite rightly jump to the wrong conclusions. Flipping it in her hand a little more expertly that she had intended reach back around and slipped it back into its holster, pulling her top down over it to hide it from the world once again. She didn't need anymore trouble tonight if she could help it.

She nearly snorted in amusement as he told her that she was young. She was twenty sure but she wasn't young. Young was someone who had the ability to enjoy themselves. Had the luxury of enjoying a childhood that hadn't gone sour. She had never really had those things once her brother had changed...she stopped her thoughts right there. She couldn't think about that...she just couldn't! The very thought about that man made her want to shudder and just run away until she couldn't see anything anymore. How she hated him with every fiber of her being yet at the same time loved him for what little she could remember of his once so kind nature. Stupid girl she mentally chided herself. She couldn't afford to remember all of that. She was broken enough.

She eyed the card he was holding out to her with a little wariness. How was she to know that this wasn't some kind of trick? Hell his mate had been here not even five minutes ago trying to get her to go with him to god knows where to do god knows what to her! She wasn't born yesterday and she most certainly did not believe anything he said. Men. They thought they could just do what the hell they wanted! And even if he were telling the truth...what kind of moron would go about giving free medical care in this day and age? Hell it was expensive just going for a checkup! Another of the many reasons why she didn't want to see any doctor. Bloody rubbing bastards! She was briefly tempted to knock the offered card away from her but refrained from it.

"I don't need a doctor," She calmly spat out although she kept her tone very neutral. "Or pity."

[Morrison Whelan]

Morrison started to wonder why he ever bothered to try to help people anymore. It was definitely a habit of his, not to want to have to see people hurt or struggling (unless they were dinner) and he did like to feel needed. Most of the time, his 'projects' got sick of his convoluted way of solving problems and went off on him, leaving him bitter and bruised. Or, more often, they wouldn't even let him get close enough to start helping. Meadhbh had been the only one who'd fully appreciated what he'd done for her, but now, well, she was gone. So, yeah, he'd done great with her. Perhaps he was just trying to redeem himself in his own eyes, for letting his friend have her life taken away before she had even turned 150. That wasn't why he'd taken Nes under his wing though, it was just... instinct, he supposed.

Somehow, despite being slightly peeved by Iivan and not enjoying that look on the girl's face, the wolf stayed fairly calm, at least more so than he usually was. When the human looked to the card in his hand with an expression that would have stuck if she hadn't relaxed her features immediately, he simply curled the cardstock up in his fingers and than placed it back in his pocket. He guessed this was alright, it meant he didn't have to get a new card, though it would always be easier to save the number on his cell phone.

"I don't need a doctor,"

The tone in her voice, along with the intensity in her eyes was enough to finally get Morrison's temper to start to rise. Fucking humans! Not just humans, human women! What was their deal? Did they feel that they all looked so vulnerable that every man that came up to them on the street was looking to do them harm? And it wasn't as if he'd walked up to her saying something obscene to her, he was offering her a free check up, a thing that, honestly, most people would sell a kidney for. There was no logic in the situation. Unless, of course, she was high and out of her right mind. Though, this didn't make any sense: 1, she was obviously waiting for someone here, probably her dealer, and 2, she looked and smelled very sober.

"Or pity."

What a time to be in the middle of a crowd. He would have punched her right in the face if there hadn't been anyone around and she didn't seem so ill to him. But he really didn't pity her, not at all; she seemed plenty capable of handling herself, especially for being such a young human. It had only been concern that he'd felt for her, yet now it had become quite a bit of anger that she didn't have the decency to just shrug him off, that she had to get all defensive. Well, now he'd have a reason to vent at her for while and perhaps he would get her so pissed that she'd throw a fist at his face, giving him an excuse to restrain her and carry her off. For some reason, he thoroughly enjoyed picking up people smaller than him and transporting them against their will; it was a bit of game for him.

"You do know that dying people generally require the attention of a doctor?" he asked to her in a mocking tone, stuffing his hands into his pockets and shifting his shoulders back. "So, you know, they don't die." The wolf leaned in a bit, making it obvious that he was taking in her scent. She smelled strange, definitely unhealthy, but in a very subtle way, and there were drugs mixed in. "You will die soon," he said slowly, "naturally, or from being maimed because you smell sick. You're an easy target. You won't be eaten though, don't worry about that, I'm sure you taste terrible." A soft grin pulled his lips apart, revealing canines that had become slightly pointed as they always did when he thought of eating. Even when he was dining on normal food those small fangs were present, which confused a lot of people until they realized that he was out during the day; there weren't super-vampires who could withstand the UV rays, at least not yet. Would this all be enough, though, to get the girl to take a hit at him? Maybe she would try a low shot to the crotch and he actually wouldn't mind that, because than she might run and he'd have to chase after her. Iivan might just get his wish after all, if he stayed away that is.

OOC: Don't feel like it's a great post, but here it finally is! ^_^

[Lexine Sullivan]

Lexi watched as her words seemed to hit home somewhere in the stranger. Well, she had hit a nerve hadn't she? She wondered how many other women (or men) he had offered his services to and been refused? She didn't really like thinking the worse of people since it was rather against her nature but she had learnt early on in life that you couldn't trust anyone but yourself. Afterall, she had trusted her family and look what had happened there! Her brother had ruined her life and had been the cause of the destruction of her parents and beloved little sister. No. She wouldn't trust another soul as long as she lived...she had too much to lose....

She almost laughed as he told her that generally people went to see doctors. Yes, normal people saw doctors but she wasn't ill. Not really. It was just a passing thing and she would get over it like every other cold and flu she had! She couldn't afford to be ill and the kids at the home couldn't afford it either. She depended on the money she brought home from both of her jobs and if she had even a day off she would lose everything. Not to mention Burt would put it down to her doing something she shouldn't and since she hadn't had a day off because of her little habits she wasn't about to start because she was a little ill. She wasn't ill. She wasn't.

Since she was busy trying to convince herself that she wasn't in the least bit ill she had almost missed what he had been saying. She did not however miss the flash of canines as he grinned at her. Any thought of even contemplating being polite to him was thrown out of the window. A goddam werewolf! (She doubted he was a vampire so this was her logical conclusion) No bloody wonder she had been so irked with his companion whom she had no doubt was the same loathsome breed as this male. For a moment a flash of pure unadulterated hatred flashed into her eyes before she squashed it down. She might hate the creatures with every inch of her being but she wasn't going to get into anything tonight. She had to get home since her dealer wasn't going to show up and it was starting to get rather early...Burt was going to kill her. And the sooner she got away from this thing, the better!

Of course the way she viewed the supernatural was very much determined by her past. If things had been different then perhaps she wouldn't have been bothered by them but as it was...she had yet to meet one that had only honest intentions towards humans. In her experience they all wanted one thing and that was a good meal. The very thought made her want to shudder in disgust and her mind lept to the conclusion that the only reason he had tried to 'help' and accused her of dieing was the fact he wanted to get her away from here....her mind blocked out the thoughts that wanted to lead further down that trail. She couldn't bear to think of anything worse than just being taken away somewhere.

She took a step forward, but didn't do anything but look at him. "Thank you for your concern but I'm expected home." Well, it wasn't a total lie...she really was expected at home. Besides she was in no condition to try anything with something she now knew was a wolf... her every survival instinct was telling her to run and run away right this second but her more idiotic and quite suicidal side was telling her that she ought to show she wasn't absolutely terrified of the person before her. She couldn't afford to show fear. They liked that didn't they? It never occurred to her that she really didn't know much about his race except her own experiences. One day something was going to surprise her...not that she knew that of course since no one knew their own future. But it could happen.

((My god,....what a lousy post!))

[Morrison Whelan]

Morrison's grin evoked such a look of hatred from the girl that his expression immediately, slightly confused and peeved by her reaction. Most people he met that found out his race were frightened of him and sometimes even curious, but they were rarely ever so angry with him, and most of those people were vampires. Sure, this human may have had a bad experience with a werewolf in the past, but that look that had flashed in her eyes was surprisingly strong for her being so young.

However, he was going to try his best to keep his calm. It wasn't worth getting upset over some stranger that didn't like him. Not tonight at least; he should really being trying to relax that night so that he could go back to work all refreshed tomorrow. He didn't need to be taking home another problem; Iivan was already enough to deal with.

"Thank you for your concern but I'm expected home."

Sure, if that were true, she wouldn't still be out here waiting for her dealer (he could smell the slight scent of drugs on her and why else would Iivan have been so interested in her?). Not that he cared, if she needed an excuse to get away from him besides just wanting to walk away, then so be it. He waved a hand softly, allowing her to go, because he knew that she wouldn’t get in his way or ‘out of line’ and risk having him lash out at her. Moving off to the side, to give her room to get past him, he looked off to the side, pressing his hands into his pockets as he wondered where his friend might be at this time.

After a minute of standing in place, controlling his temper, holding it in, Morrison finally turned to find that the girl was gone now, had completely disappeared from sight. Time to get back to the car then. The other wolf wouldn’t be there, he was probably out trying to sell to someone so it might be a bit difficult to get him to go home; he sometimes rented a hotel for a few days so that he could be closer to his customer base. That wasn’t an option for him at the moment though, because he had to tend to his injured nose. Plus, if someone didn’t keep a close eye on him and let him run amuck, he might get himself into a fight and have his face all messed up again, giving Jeena even more to work on than there already was.

On his way back to the car, Morry pulled out his phone and dialed Iivan’s number, but he wouldn’t pick up, even after the man called back two more times. So much for having a relaxing evening; he might end up spending it looking for his friend. As it turned out, that wasn’t the case, thankfully. Morrison had been waiting in the car for no more than ten minutes when his phone rang. The wolf was on the other end, asking him to pick him up at the back of some small bar before he abruptly hung up. It was an understatement to say that this confused Morrison, especially with the way the man’s had sounded, so excited and almost winded. But as long as he could get Iivan home, it didn’t matter what he was up to.

Though now that Morry could see what the man had been so entertained with, he sort of wished that he’d made him walk. Someone was slumped over in his arms, obviously unconscious, and they were much smaller than he, probably female. Upon the car stopping, Iivan carried his new ‘friend’ over, trying his best not to let her feet drag on the ground and now it was clear who this person was, even though their face was obscured by long curls of pink hair. The man shot his mate a disgusted look as he placed the girl in the back and kept the same look on his face when he had seated himself in the passenger’s side. “Seriously?” Morrison sighed, glancing into the back seat to make sure that the girl was alright. “You couldn’t just leave her be?” Iivan grinned slightly, stretching a brand new cut that had been pulled across his cheek. “You wanted to get her somewhere as bad as I did.”

“Clearly I didn’t,” the wolf groaned, running a hand across his face. “how’d you knock her out anyway? I didn’t know she’d be that easy to put down.”

“Oh, I found some wonderful sedatives in your room, been using them to sleep?” Morrison shot him a look that told him not to ask and he shrugged. “She wasn’t that hard to sneak up on though, she only got my cheek before she was out. But I have to admit, those knives of hers are sharp.”

“Right then,” Morrison grumbled, starting up the car, “we’re taking her to the clinic, I don’t know how those drugs you gave her are going to affect her; their meant for wolves, not humans.” Iivan looked as though he wanted to retaliate, but he knew he wouldn’t win this and so his mouth remained shut.

The two were silent the entire way to Jeena’s because Iivan was pouting about not being able to have his way and the other wolf being so concentrated on listening to the girl’s breathing, making sure she wasn’t having any adverse reactions to the drugs. He was rather glad when they arrived at the clinic so that he could drop the human off and not have to worry about her, though he was sure that he would check up on her because he felt partially responsible for her predicament. Iivan was definitely the most at fault and so he was forced to pick up the girl and carry her inside. One of the nurses that worked there greeted them, with quite a confused look, but seeing as the two men were so familiar to the clinic, she didn’t question them and found the girl a bed immediately. Jeena joined the three within a few minutes, shaking her head as she sighted the unfamiliar girl.

“Him?” the woman asked Morrison, gesturing toward Iivan. At a soft nod, she sighed and began to check the girl’s vitals, saying. “I’m not sure why you brought her in, she seems alright so far…” “She’s had some sedatives that I’m afraid might be too strong, and,” Morry sighed, “she was coughing up blood earlier.” Jeena looked up at the man before turning back to her new patient as she began hooking her up to a few machines. “I don’t think the sedatives are harming her, but it might be best if she stayed for a while.” Standing back from the gurney, the human glanced over at Iivan who was away from them. “But neither of you know her well do you?” Both men shook their heads almost in unison. “One of you will have to be here when she wakes up then, it’s not my responsibility to explain to her what happened.” Morrison nodded in understanding, he would have wanted to stay anyway, but now he could force Iivan to be there as well. He was the main cause of all this.

((I hope this is all alright! Probably lots of typos…))

[Lexine Sullivan]

Lexi didn't like the way the man waved her off as if she were some insignificant thing and although she knew that compared to a being like him she really was nothing but another meal on the food chain it still irked her enough to get away from him as quickly as she could. Watching him turn his back to her she was soon walking quickly down the road and slipping down one of the many side streets that were in the area before breaking out into a run that could put as much distance between them as possible. She didn't want to be anywhere near him or his creepy friend ever again if she could help it and this made her feel a little better about being so terrified before. The running helped calm her as she used the adrenaline from before.

It wasn't long before she came to a slow stop and breathing a little heavier than was normal for her was turning her head to a small sound behind her but was glad to discover it was only a rat. She could deal with vermin. Vermin were easy to step on... Leaning against the wall with her back flat against the cold and wet bricks she ran a hand down the side of her face, brushing her curls back from her face as she did so. God she was so stupid! She should never have allowed herself to get so comfortable with the two men thinking herself capable of taking them on when all along they could have broken her apart with little trouble. She shuddered and her eyes darted around her as if expecting them to suddenly come out of nowhere- she also knew how much they enjoyed the chase when it came to their victims. Finally she calmed herself down enough to move on.

She was sick and she really did need to rest. She had no idea what time it was but it had to be the early hours of the morning or very nearly so since she had been at the waiting place for quite some time. She brushed her hair back once again as she continued on her way, this time not jumping as the noise came from behind her once again simply putting it down to the rat once again. Of course when the strong arm came down on her shoulder she almost gave a cry of alarm. Almost. She stumbled and turned in time to miss the first blow, which in turn gave her enough time to pull the Sai from behind her and slashed towards his face with it. She didn't know if she had caught him or not and wasn't going to find out. If it had been a simple mugger she would have stayed but she recognised the face as that of the man...who wouldn't know it with that bad nose? Turning to run for it she was stopped once again, this time with a sharp pain to the right of her neck.

Whatever it was it worked quickly and as she turned to look at her attacker again her body seemed to collapse on itself and her Sai clattered to the floor. The last thing she saw before her vision left her was the glittering and triumphant eyes of the wolf before her. Then nothing.

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When Lexi started to come to the first thing she noted was the clean smell of what she always said came with hospitals- even the dingy and back alley ones had that funny smell to them which she really didn't like at the best of times. Slowly she began to open her eyes and snapped them shut against almost immediately as the bright light assaulted her poor senses. Groaning she tried to raise an arm to shield herself but found her limbs heavy and cumbersome. What the hell had happened? She couldn't really remember and for a moment or two lay in silence since her room was obviously devoid of any other people.

She tried to open her eyes again and winced at the light but managed to keep them open and blinking quickly allowed the distorted shapes and colours to blend together into solid shapes. God her head was killing her! Had she drunk to much or something? She dismissed the thought as soon as it had come. she had gotten all sorts in her life but had never felt like this before and had certainly never ended up in a hospital because of it. Hell, she couldn't even afford the bloody charges they slapped on you! Well she could...but they didn't know that. Turning said head she noticed the crisp crinkle of the pillow beneath her hair as she did so and looked towards the door of the room before turning the other way and viewing a window could determine that it was sometime in the morning thanks to the sunlight that was filtering through the blinds causing dust particles to show up as they danced around the room.

Having made sure that she could in fact see she moved onto the next thing on her mental list of things to do when rousing from unconsciousness (she even did this when waking up some mornings). First she made a note of what she was wearing. Briefly she remembered wearing jeans and a jacket among other things and started there. Flexing her arms ever so slightly she noted that the jacket was no longer on her body and neither were whatever shoes she had been wearing that night. Wait. No jacket? She was instantly a little more aware and with another wince moved her head to stare at the arms that lay uncovered on the top of the white sheets. She knew what she was going to see of course, she saw the evidence every damn day but she hated the very thought that other people could see...

The white thin lines of puckered skin had been a problem in her life. She had never caused them but she knew that anyone looking at them would assume she had done the damage herself. Even back when she was younger and she had been taken to places like this the doctors instantly assumed the same thing as everyone else. But she had never betrayed where they had come from. she couldn't, no, wouldn't do it. She still had her white vest top on but even that betrayed everything she often tried to cover up with long sleeves. Apart from the scars on her wrists there were multiples up the rest of her arms, shoulders and collarbone. These were a little more haphazard, the ones she had gained fighting but again who was to know that?

As she was taking stock of all of this her mind was also trying to piece together what had happened last night until she managed to work out that she had been waiting for her dealer and that she had met someone...or was it two someones? Things had gone wrong and she had left...and then the pain in her neck...

Slowly she raised her arm and was glad to note that the stiffness was starting to disappear. She traced the slightly raised skin on her neck and frowned. She wished she could remember! Hold on....where were her Sai? Not caring in the least that could barely move she had forced her body up into a sitting position so she could look around her. Where were they?

The door opened and her head swung sharply to face it and immediately the world tilted and she had to raise her hand to her forhead as if it would help calm her body down. Apart from the violent movement making her feel really very sick it had almost seemed to know her memories back into place. She remembered....she remembered. Now the world needed to stop moving so she could kill those sons of bitches who had done this to her!

Just as soon as the room stopped spinning....

[Morrison Whelan]

When the girl didn't wake up within the hour, Morrison was forced to go home so that he could get a decent amount of sleep that night. Jeena assured him that she would call him once the human, still unnamed, started to show signs of waking up, she would call him before she gained any real coherent thought. The only thing that worried him was that the girl would get violent before he arrived and that a nurse would be forced to knock her out again, completely wasting his time. At least Iivan had to stay at the clinic for the night, partly so that Jeena could keep his injuries clean and so that he wouldn't run off in the middle of the night for a snack. It was a shame that he wasn't really the compassionate or patient type.

Thankfully though, none of this kept Morrison up late that night, as it shouldn't have, and he woke up normally, not by a nightmare or by his phone ringing. In the morning, he even had time to get ready as normal and finish breakfast before he finally got a call from Jeena. She said that the girl, whose name turned out to be Lexine, would be awake in the next hour or so. He supposed he could be late for work, as he still had a few days left that he was allowed to be absent, so he told her he'd be there.

Within 20 minutes, because of the traffic that morning, he was back at the clinic for the fifth time that week. Inside the door, one of the nurses greeted him with an almost sarcastic 'Good morning'. They were getting rather sick of the pair of werewolves around here, a fight always managed to break out around them. Good thing Jeena was such a good friend or they'd have been kicked out of the clinic a long time ago and Iivan's nose might not have been fixed up so nicely. He actually had the bandage off when Morrison found him in the bathroom, as he'd left the door open. However, it seemed that he was only in the process of having his bandages changed because the skin on his nose was still very raw and he winced as he ran water over it to clean it off.

"Damn," Morry grinned, leaning in the doorway, "you sure look handsome now." The other man glanced over, frowning softly before picking up a towel to gently blot his skin dry. "Jeena's in that girl's room if you want to talk to her." Iivan informed his friend, pulling out a roll of gauze to rip off a piece and place it to his face. The wolf thanked him shortly and moved off to find that room again; he couldn't exactly remember where it was.

The second door he opened was the correct, good thing too, because he didn't want this to start getting awkward. Jeena was standing next to the bed, messing with something and it looked as if the girl were awake; he couldn't see if her eyes were open, but she was moving around a little, perhaps still too disoriented to really navigate her surroundings. "How is she?" Morrison asked, carefully approaching the woman. Jeena turned to look at him, smiling softly, apparently happy to see him. "She's alright," the woman sighed, taking a few steps away from the bed and more toward him. "she was unconscious longer than I would have liked, but..." She shrugged.

"Hmm..." Morrison spared a glance over at the human, saw her eyes open and looked away, lowering his voice a bit. "Nothing else seemed to be wrong?" Jeena looked at him, a bit unsure. "Well, without some more tests I wouldn't know, but I don't know if she'd be willing to pay for that, much less for her stay tonight." The man sighed and yanked his wallet out of his pocket to hand over his credit card. "Whatever it costs." The woman accepted the card, pocketing it with a small smile and a shake of her head. "If you say so," she muttered, glancing behind her. "We should probably stop talking as though my patient isn't here."

Morrison nodded in agreement, but when he stepped over to the bed, he had no idea what to say. Apologizing for what his friend had done was always so awkward and it just made whoever he was speaking too so angry and defensive. It was best just to be quiet and listen to what Lexine would have to say. Although... "Go get Iivan if he's done with... whatever he's doing." He told Jeena who was still behind him before turning back to the girl as the other human walked off. Please don't get violent, he thought, not wanting to have to punch her in the face or something.

[Lexine Sullivan]

Lexi had been surprised to see a lady walk into the room and she watched warily from between her fingers as she moved towards her. As soon as she was close enough to see the stranger Lexi forced herself not to attack- she looked human enough but she didn't want to risk it..either way she would probably get into trouble for it. She didn't attack her own kind unless it was for the money and if she was a supernatural being she didn't dare risk getting into a fight the way the room kept moving around like it was. What the bloody hell had they used on her her anyway? It didn't feel like any sort of knock outs she had used in her time and it wasn't any drug she had tried either...did they have some special crap they used for themselves? Whatever it was it made her feel like hell, even more so than before! She swallowed down the bile that seemed to rise in her throat. She hoped it would pass soon.

As she was thinking she missed the woman look over her but as that was all it was she wasn't too concerned with it. Lexi's now somewhat more alert eyes watched as the woman moved away from the side of the bed to the machines and she slowly lowered herself back down onto the bed, eyes on her at all times. For a moment or two she wondered just exactly where she was and if they knew her name. She had been carrying no ID last night so unless they had her on file somewhere which she rather doubted they were bloody good at finding things out, which in turn made her feel rather queasy. She hated the thought that they could find such things out...it took away what privacy she had left.

Her musings were broken as the door opened again though the doctor woman was in the way for her to see who it was. Then they spoke and her hackles rose. It was that man from last night! She would recognise that voice anywhere! And she wouldn't forget those glittering eyes for as long as she lived. God those eyes...she fought the shudder of revulsion as it threatened to flow through her. She wasn't used to being afraid of anything but it was like her body just couldn't help but shudder and shake at the thought. But maybe it was just her past sneaking up on her...those memories were constantly in her mind. Yes, she could blame those for these unnatural urges in herself.

Despite the fact that the pair of them were talking too low for her to really hear what was being said her eyes were now focused on the wallet that came into his hands. She watched sharply as a piece of plastic past hands and her eyes narrowed. Oh hell no. She was not some charity case! And the fact she was here wasn't even her fault! She wasn't going to pay the damn bill but she wasn't about to let anyone else do it either...especially not some wolf! It went against everything she stood for! The problem was how was she going to get out of this? She still felt stiff and sluggish, especially in her legs so walking out wasn't exactly an option but she couldn't stay here. She just couldn't! Doctors did all kinds of tests and things and she just couldn't bear to sit through an examination...she was lucky that for the most part her clothes seemed untouched. She really didn't want to explain the scars on her body...she already had a feeling she would get accused of being suicidal thanks to the marks on her arms!

"We should probably stop talking as though my patient isn't here."

Well...finally. The lady remembered she was actually awake! It was about bloody time! As they both turned to look at her she stared back and then the woman left at the directions of the male. Great, now she would have to see the man with the dodgy nose and terrible eyes but no matter. Hopefully the feeling would return to her legs as quickly as it had to her arms...she wanted out. She tested herself by wriggling her toes and was satisfied at the tingling sensation it caused. Not long now and maybe she could get up and walk out of this damn place with its white walls and horrible clean smell.

She sat up again and faced the man before her with a calm and steady gaze. For a few minutes she said nothing, not knowing what to really say. What did one say to a freak of nature like him? She didn't think she could say anything completely polite but at the same time she felt the need to since she had a niggling suspicion that he was the reason she had woken up here and not somewhere else...if she had woken up at all.

And with that thought her face seemed to soften, as if allowing him to see the girl she was always meant to be had circumstances been different, although it didn't seem to last nearly long enough. She had been told on many an occasion that she was truly a beauty if only she allowed herself to smile more often but she couldn't do it these days. Too many painful memories. Before the look had vanished completely off her face she pulled her hair back from her face and tucked it over the left shoulder before speaking.

"I saw you give her that card..." The soft look vanished and a hard look took over, "I'm not some charity case...I can pay my own way." She just hoped he didn't question where the money came from...or be astute enough to realise the only money she had had was the few hundred that had been tucked into her pocket (afterall, she wasn't likely to carry anything else with her).

"Why am I here...what did you do to me?" Despite her efforts she couldn't stop the distrust out of her voice. She might have been glad that he had obviously seemed to help her (though god forbid she admit that, the very thought of a being like him helping a human was just..unthinkable) but she wasn't going to just put any blind faith in him. Hell no. "And where are my Sai?" She had to have them back..they were all she had of her mother...

[Morrison Whelan]

\Any silence between two strangers was expected to be awkward, especially when one of them felt wronged by the other. But as they stared at one another, nothing sparked between, no pent up rage exuded from the girl. That could easily be the drugs still clogging her system and dulling her emotions and reactions, yet this seemed less likely once she had sat up on the bed, looking the wolf in front of her straight in the face. Her gaze remained surprisingly steady and calm, even as Morrison watched her just as intently, barely blinking in the few minutes that neither of them moved.

Suddenly it seemed he was startled into motion, seeing the expression in the human’s face shift. Slowly, he dropped his hand that had risen into the inside of his jacket to reach for his gun, though this quickly reminded him that he wasn’t carrying it anymore. Yet anger wasn’t what had changed Lexine’s face, it was almost a smile, some sweet, thankful?, look. It betrayed her youth, at least as it was comparable to his age, and that the front she put up really wasn’t the strongest (if she could be touched by Morrison’s sick way of helping people, then it really didn’t take that much). He surveyed her now, pushing her pink curls back from her face, with curiosity in his eyes, feeling that she might not be as much of a bitch as he had thought.

Unfortunately, the girl’s softness was sullied as she started speaking; it was as if she’d just pulled a frowning mask up over her face. "I saw you give her that card..." A soft sigh fell from the wolf’s lips and he resisted the urge to cross his arms and shake his head. Being calm would be best, he thought, if you could just not piss her off again, that would be great, let Iivan handle that for you. "I'm not some charity case...I can pay my own way." The man raised a hand, shrugging, as if to say ‘I’m sure you could’, the only thing was… “I just don’t think you want to,” he lifted an eyebrow to ask if he might be wrong, “And if it turns out you do, be my guest. I’m only concerned in making sure this clinic doesn’t loose any money.” Even if he had already donated quite a bit to them, so much that it was actually starting to make their accountants suspicious, he didn’t want to become the cool guy that paid for everyone’s bills; he wasn’t that rich, not yet.

This topic didn’t seem to be of great interest however. "Why am I here...what did you do to me?"

Morrison scratched at his stubbly chin absently, thinking this might be best for Iivan to explain, since he was the cause of all this, but it didn’t seem polite to keep her waiting for answers because she had practically been kidnapped. “My friend’s a little off in the head and he thought it would be a great idea to pump you full of sedatives. They’re not really for humans, so that’s why you were out for so long.” This would leave the apologies up to the other wolf, who may not be the most eloquent of speakers, but he could get out what he wanted to say and usually what he meant by it. He just had to hope that Lexine wasn’t terribly angry with him now.

"And where are my Sai?" Now, that was a good question. The wolf glanced around, as if the knives would be lying out on a chair in the open, in the middle of a clinic. No such luck. “I have no idea.” He shrugged slightly, turning back to the girl and catching a look of worry cross her features and it wasn’t that usual look of ‘Oh shit, I need my weapons.’, it was a look that suggested she had quite the sentimental attachment to her blades. This he could understand, it was the same feeling he had toward his mother’s pendant and Meadhbh’s dog tags, both of which currently hung around his neck yet remained concealed under his t-shirt. “They have to be somewhere though, I’m sure they’re safe.” His voice had grown softer with this, tinged with sympathy and understanding, quite unlike his usual tone.

Just then a soft tap echoed off the door, announcing Jeena and Iivan’s arrival. The two walked in carefully, as if afraid they were interrupting something important because there hadn’t been any loud crashing noises or screaming. Both even seemed to be mildly astonished by how calm everything was as the woman moved to stand beside Morrison, smiling softly up at him. The wolf smiled back and shot a glance at the other man, nodding his head toward the girl and inviting him to get a bit closer. “She’d like her blades back,” he told the woman beside him, looking briefly back to Lexine. Jeena also turned to the girl, smiling softly. “Once you’re ready to leave, we can get them back to you.” This might not be exactly what the human had been looking for, she probably would have liked to have to have the weapons back now, but it would be for the best especially with Iivan in the room.

Silence fell again, and this time it was quite tense, as if they were waiting for a bomb to go off. Someone needed to speak already! Morrison shot a look over at his friend then to the girl and back again. Iivan caught onto what he meant immediately, sighing deeply and rolling his eyes, but he knew it would come eventually and so he opened his mouth. “I’m sorry,” the words tumbled lamely from his mouth, doing nothing to alleviate the built up tension in the room. It was clear that he had no idea what he was supposed to be saying, just as Morrison hadn’t known earlier, yet this could turn out to be a bit ugly. Jeena seemed to recognize this and she backed away toward the door a few paces, though she didn’t leave them alone, in case some needed her attention or needed to be subdued.