Little House in the Woods [Kaelan]

[Kaelan Abrams]

"When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am."

Hazel eyes locked with the stormy ones that seemed to be stalking them, daring them to make a move. Kaelan knew better then to turn his back on the wolf and he wasn’t about to back down either, especially since Sonja hadn’t left yet. He watched Sonja in his peripheral vision as she fumbled with the gun, aiming it at the wolf. She was doing well, considering this probably wasn’t something she was used to. Loud thunderous pop led straight into the grueling how of the wolf, but beneath the anguished pain in its howl, Kaelan felt the rage.

“Oh no.”

Her voice brought his gaze up to hers and then back down at the werewolf, realizing he’d only been hit in the leg. As she backed up and the creature rounded around him to get to her, Kaelan racked his brain for some sort of solution. Then realization dawned on him. This was probably one of the werewolves who were responsible for all those missing people who’d turned up dead. And while, he didn’t want to kill it or anyone else, it looked like the only way to save them.

“Kaelan.”

Her plea for help was more then he could bear. He had to do something, anything to get the situation resolved. “Run!” He wanted to make sure that if his crazy Rambo plan didn't work, she had enough time to get to her bike and get the hell out of dodge. Gritting his teeth to bite back the pain he was about to feel in his already injured shoulder, he lunged at the wolf just as it lunged for Sonja. Their bodies collided violently as they rolled across the ground, his arm wrapped around the wolf’s neck. It was obvious he’d caught the creature off guard, because he quickly gained the upper hand. Hands reached out grabbing each side of the wolf’s head and twisting it around backwards only after breaking through a strong bone and muscle resistance. A loud sickening crack resonated through the forest before there was nothing but heavy breathing and silence.

With a groan of pain he rolled off of the limp creature and struggled to his feet. Nothing ever compared to the sickness he felt at having to take another’s life. Hand reached out to steady himself against a nearby tree before his hazel eyes rose to look for Sonja wanting to make sure she was alright.

ooc; =]

[Sonja Gwen Kane]

”Run!”

Gwen didn’t need telling twice. She spared a glance for Kaelan then the creature, whose teeth were bared and who was crouching lower and lower, ready to pounce, even on that injured leg. Figuring that she shouldn’t risk getting caught in that thing’s claws, she swiveled around and sprinted off, not at all concerned with where she was going, just wanting to get far, far away from the wolf.

She could hear the beast’s snarling, growling, and the man’s own grunting of pain and effort. If he couldn’t subdue the wolf, then at least he could have held it off long enough for her to get to her bike, though she wasn’t even sure that she was going the right direction. As she ran, it hit her that she could die in this forest, and that would mean that Kaelan died as well. She forced herself to go even faster because of that, hoping that she could get to the road sooner or later. It should be sooner, the trees were getting thinner.

A loud cracking, breaking noise reached Gwen, and she was sure that it wasn’t from her stepping on a stick. It meant that either the man or the wolf was dead. Unable to keep herself from looking, she came to a sharp halt, almost making her fall over as she flailed about to keep her balance. She crouched low to the ground to keep from falling on her face and looked back where she had come, breathing deeply. Through the limp cascade of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes, she could make out the shape of man, standing, with a huge heap at its feet, then she could tell where the thing’s head had been, and it was not in the right place...

Holding back the sudden urge to be sick, Sonja closed her eyes and turned away, dropping her gun then placing both hands over her mouth. She couldn’t help but keep thinking that he had killed that wolf, with his bare hands. Oh god... She hated death, couldn’t stand it even when she saw a dead deer on the side of the road, yet she knew that it had been necessary. They would have been dead otherwise. Still, it made her feel sick.

It took her a few seconds or so before she could lower her hands from her face and she slowly placed them on the leafy ground in front of her, staring at them. Her body was shaking all over, from her fear and from running that fast and hard. She didn’t trust herself to stand and so she stayed where she was, ignoring what was around her since she was pretty sure that the danger was gone. She just wanted to be home now, safe and sound in her tiny apartment, cleaning or watching tv, not out here where crazy wolves were roaming around killing people for sport.

[Kaelan Abrams]

"When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am."

It took a moment to find her in the dense wood. Once his gaze landed on hers he took a deep breath, glancing over at his shoulder. The bite wasn’t as deep as he’d initially thought it was, but it was enough to hurt like hell. Good thing he was already a werewolf he thought bitterly. With careful strides, he managed to walk over to her. Soft eyes fell on her shaking shoulders and he kneeled down beside her on his knees. He couldn’t help but be fearful about what she would think of him now. He’d killed someone. The fact that they were in wolf form didn’t help the battle his conscious raged in his head. They hadn’t had a choice.

But that wasn’t true. Kaelan had the choice. He had to choose between two lives and he’d chosen for Sonja to live. But even knowing that, the death didn’t sit well with him. “Sonja,” his voice was weak, nearly chocked out. He coughed, trying to clear his throat from feeling like he’d been screaming before continuing again, “Sonja, are you alright? Are you injured anywhere?” He was sure she wasn’t, but it never hurt to ask.

As he waited for her to answer, he pressed the cloth of his shirt over the wound, using it to stop the bleeding. Kaelan blamed himself for the attack. The werewolf had obviously followed them from the cabin, which was one of the reasons he’d come to the conclusion about who it was. Followed his scent right to them, he should have been smarter about it. Pulling himself back up to his feet he looked around, realizing how close they were to the road. The next time he spoke, his voice was filled with nothing but exhaustion.

“I know your scared. We’re almost there Sonja. As soon as we break the tree line, your officially safe.”

[Sonja Gwen Kane]

Gwen could hear Kaelan moving up behind her, but she didn’t want to move, she was too frightened to look back at that animal, especially with its head all twisted around the wrong way. She almost threw up at the thought and leaned forward a little as she held the urge back. When the man got on his knee beside her, she glanced away, not wanting him to see the way her face was al bunched up as she tried not to cry. She hated having to be this way when she’d been pointing a gun at his head not too long ago.

“Sonja, are you alright? Are you injured anywhere?”

The girl slowly shook her head, straightening her back a little so that she could sit instead of being hunched over. But at him saying the word ‘injured’, her hand began to hurt, as if it had been reminded of something. With slight hesitation, she turned her eyes downward again and focused on her hand. Well, that wasn’t good. There was a nice chunk missing from between her thumb and pointer finger and actually bleeding pretty well, though half of it was burnt and cauterized. It was immediately clear to her that she’d gotten that from her gun when she’d shot the werewolf, the explosion from the bullet leaving the chamber must have hit her hand that she’d been using to steady the revolver. Why hadn’t she noticed it earlier?

Not that it mattered, because she noticed it plenty now. Tears welled up in her eyes, brought on by pain and by the shock of not having felt such a wound, and she began to hyperventilate. Her body might have started to calm down a bit, but now it was trembling again. She knew she had to look away from the gash in her hand to be to get a hold of herself, but her eyes were transfixed.

“I know your scared. We’re almost there Sonja. As soon as we break the tree line, your officially safe.”

Gwen barely heard Kaelan speaking, barely keeping it together now. She hated getting hurt, hated it as much as she hated dead things, and the fact that she’d been thrust into all this fear and violence so quickly wasn’t helping her with getting her head together. She didn’t even notice that the man standing over her had huge gashes all across his shoulder and he was treating it as if he’d gotten a paper cut while she was there sitting on the ground, trying not to cry like a baby because she had a cut in her hand.

“Fuck,” she muttered weakly, lip trembling. Frustrated, she clenched the wounded hand, ignoring the increase in pain this caused, and then shuffled over to a tree so that she could get to her feet, pushing against the tree for support as she did so. She kept her eyes downcast on off of the man in case he was staring at her like she was a child who was whining over scraping their knee. She knew she was overreacting dammit, but she couldn’t help it! Today was supposed to be nice and calm, not frightening. After a second, she let her eyes drift over to the man before she immediately glanced back away. “I need my gloves,” she said, doing her best to keep her voice steady. She did need the gloves, to cover the gash on her hand up and they were expensive enough that she didn’t want to have to buy any more.

[Kaelan Abrams]

"When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am."

Kaelan watched her for a moment, and then let out a small curse once his eyes fell on her hand. He’d been wrong and she had gotten hurt. Reaching down at the tail end of his shirt, he ripped a piece of it off from where the wolf had started. It was the only section of his shirt not already covered in blood or dirt. He reached out and gently took her hand, carefully wrapping the cloth around the wound to stop the bleeding. Silently, he pulled his hands away once it was done, looking around for her gloves. His body ached all over and the pain in his shoulder continued to grow so he focused himself on her and her wound. Kaelan was beyond angry with himself for how everything had transpired.

“Use that for now. I’d hate for you to ruin your gloves.” Walking a little ways away, he grabbed them up from the ground and returned to her, positioning himself between her line of site and the deceased wolf. Holding them out to her, he sighed, “I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry I scared you. I’m sorry you had to see me kill-“ he choked on the words, then pushed them aside. What was done was done; there was nothing he could do to change it. He visibly winced at how upset she was, not that he could blame her. She’d had one hell of a day. Not to mention she’d probably never forgive him.

Riding her bike home wasn’t really much of an option though with her hand injury, not to mention she still hadn’t stopped shaking and probably still in shock. “My truck should be right outside the tree line somewhere on the other side of the road. If you want I’ll give you a ride home?” It was the least he could do after scaring the daylights out of her. “After all, I still need to make up for scaring you right?” He sent her a reassuring smile, unsure if she would accept his offer or not. If she didn't, he would at least follow her home to make sure she made it there safely.

ooc; Shorteh -_-

[Sonja Gwen Kane]

Gwen flinched softly when Kaelan approached her but she let him take her hand anyway, staring down his chest as he wrapped her wound in the piece of his shirt. She was honestly not totally comfortable with having a ripped off part of his shirt to protect her very open wound, not sure what could get into the cut, but it was better than nothing and her gloves would be very uncomfortable to wear over to raw skin, especially since a seem would be sitting right on that part of her hand.

“Use that for now. I’d hate for you to ruin your gloves.”

The woman nodded softly in agreement, biting her lip to keep it from trembling again, knowing it would just make her want to cry, and she loathed to let herself cry right now, it would make her feel like a damsel in distress. A damsel with a gun, but still. Relaxing a bit against the tree she was standing by, she stared off into the forest, not looking the way that the man was walking, knowing she didn’t want to see what was still over there. She had to get out of her, now, but she needed her gloves back.

“I’m sorry for everything.” Sonja took the gloves from him as he spoke, staring down at his feet.

“I’m sorry I scared you. I’m sorry you had to see me kill-” She looked up at him as he choked on his words and gave him a slight nod of acknowledgement. She wanted to say something about this not being his fault, because it really wasn’t, it was all just due to terrible circumstance, but her voice was stuck and it would probably come out all wobbly and weak.

“ If you want I’ll give you a ride home?”

Gwen forced a strained smile onto her lips, but it quickly fell, though she had meant it. She was very sure that she would crash her bike if she tried to ride it home because she wouldn’t want to use her left hand much and she probably wouldn’t even be able to drive straight. She’d be pulled over as soon as she got into the city.

“After all, I still need to make up for scaring you right?”

Looking up at the smile that Kaelan shot her and tried to give him a smile back, finding that look on his face rather comforting in a way, even if his appearance wasn’t so much. Taking her home would be really kind of him, since that could be him quite a ways from his own house, and if his truck was big enough, then he could take her bike with them as well and she wouldn’t have to call Burke to get the bike for her. They finally started walking and Gwen actually stayed rather close to the man, though she was a little freaked out by the wounds on his shoulder. He had saved her earlier, so she was going to rely on him to get her out of here safely. She may still have her gun, but she wouldn’t be a straight shot at all with her one hand busted and the other one still shaking. When they got out onto the road, Sonja let out a deep sigh, very happy to be able to see the clear sky again. “Thanks,” the woman muttered to the werewolf beside her.

[Kaelan Abrams]

"When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am."

The adrenaline was finally beginning to wear off so he could think straight, but with the wear came the pain. It was like it reached the insides of his bones. Kaelan was thankful he worked out as much as he did, or this could have ended a lot worse. For a moment, he looked down at his hands as if contemplating what he’d done before finally pushing all thoughts with the werewolf from his mind. Hazel eyes glanced to the woman beside him before they finally broke through the trees and reached the road.

He was glad to see they hadn’t gone to far from where they’d apparently both entered. His cobalt F350 was situated on the other side of the road in front of a small farmhouse, easily mistaken as belonging to them. Of course, that had been his plan so if someone in these woods saw it they wouldn’t know he was here. He spotted what he assumed to be her bike a little further down, but not enough for it to make a big deal. Reaching into his pockets, he held the keys for his truck out to her.

“Go ahead and get in. There should be a first aid kit behind the passenger seat. Don’t worry about blood or anything, leather seats.”

That truck meant almost as much as Buck did to him. He’d worked a lot of weekends and saved up a long time to afford it and remembered asking for leather seats for that exact reason.

“I’m going to go grab your bike and load it up.” Turning away from her, he made his way over to her bike. Pushing it to the truck was the easy part, loading it however proved to be a different story entirely. After a few minutes of maneuvering and careful placement, he finally managed to get it into the bed of the truck. Once he’d pushed the tailgate closed he took a moment to catch his breath. Today had been hell on him. Hazel eyes glanced up from the back of the truck to look through the rear window as he thought about how much worse it had probably been for Sonja. Once rounded the side of the truck and slid into the driver seat, he turned to receive his keys and ask her about her hand, which had been bleeding pretty badly before.

“Do you need to go to the hospital for your hand? How bad is it?”

[Sonja Gwen Kane]

It was an understatement to say the Sonja was relieved at seeing that they hadn’t come out of the woods too far away from her own bike, not wanting to have to walk for a mile or so before she found her ride. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to stay standing for that long. Even though she wasn’t an incredible amount of blood, the fact that she knew such a bad wound was there was making her feel unstable and queasy and would have had to take a break eventually so that she didn’t fall over as she walked.

Apparently, Kaelan had parked out here too as he moved across the road to a red truck. When she’d seen the car, she thought that it had belonged to whoever was at the farm there, but he must have wanted people to think that way so no one knew he was there, with him being a PI and all. It was a clever plan, and it had at least worked on her. However, she ignored the truck and turned to go toward her bike, but then the man held out his keys for her, saying: “Go ahead and get in. There should be a first aid kit behind the passenger seat. Don’t worry about blood or anything, leather seats.”

She was glad to hear about the first aid kit, but she would try not to get any blood in his car, finding that thought sort of gross. As she started toward the vehicle, clutching the keys loosely in her hand, she heard the wolf tell her that he was going to get her bike for her. She had the thought to tell him that she would help him, but she wasn’t much use with one hand, though if she’d thought of it, he wouldn’t be much use with one good shoulder either. He just must be used to the pain.

Gwen opened the car up slowly, not wanting to try the key more than once in case it got her frustrated. It happened that she got the door open easily enough and then she clambered into the passenger seat, using only her right hand so that she wouldn’t get blood anywhere. After a moment, she realized that something hard was poking into her hip and when she looked down she saw that it was the first-aid kit that he’d told her about. She pushed it over so she wasn’t half-sitting on it and then opened it up, giving up on not getting anything bloody and using both hands to get the clasp open. From inside, she pulled out these little antibacterial wipes, gauze and tape. At first, she tried to clean her wound off with the wipes, but she only ended up spreading blood all over her fingers and whenever she touched the open wound, it stung, bringing tears to her eyes. By the end of this useless endeavor, her chin was dripping with hot tears. Giving up with cleaning the cut without water, she decided to just wrap it up, doing her best to pull the gauze tightly around her hand and stop the bleeding before she kept it all in place with tape.

By the time she was finished with all of this, Kaelan was dropping into the driver’s seat beside her, looking sort of tired. Sonja handed the man’s keys back to him, wiping her wet chin off after they’d left her hand.

“Do you need to go to the hospital for your hand? How bad is it?”

The girl looked down at her injured hand, slightly worried that there was already a dark patch on the gauze, but she reasoned it would be okay in a day or two. “I’m alright,” she sniffed softly, not sure if she was lying or not, “what about you? That shoulder looks like it hurts pretty bad.” Now that her hand was wrapped up, even though it still hurt, she was more worried about his maimed shoulder. He might be a wolf, but he could still get infections and that all looked very open to bacteria and the like.

[Kaelan Abrams]

"When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am."

His energy was leaving him quickly, but he pulled himself together as best he could and focused on the task at hand, which was of course getting Sonja home safely. Her reddened eyes and cheeks told him she'd probably cried while he was getting her bike and the quite sniffing confirmed that theory. Hazel eyes glanced at her hand, unable to keep the worried features from spreading across his face. At her words regarding his shoulder, he turned to investigate the source of pain.

The crimson soaked shoulder of his shirt probably made it appear worse then it was, but damn if it didn't hurt. He could tell the wolves teeth hadn't gone as deep as he had originally thought, but instead the wound seemed longer as if it had dragged its teeth several inches before turning its attention to his neck, which thankfully it hadn't got. Kaelan started to shrug but the sudden jolt of pain in his shoulder caused him to wince and think twice about the movement.

"It hurts like hell. I'll soak it in some peroxide or something and wrap it up when I get home. It should be fine til then." Or so he hoped. He'd heard the stories about how something like the common cold or an infection could kill a werewolf, often assuming that was the main reason he never got sick anymore. "Lucky for me I'm already cursed." The last part had been more in jest to lighten the mood, but he was worried all he had done was make the situation more uncomfortable. Kaelan shifted in the seat before pulling the seat belt across his chest, thankful it was his right shoulder and not the left and that he owned an American vehicle. Leaning forward a little, he swung his left arm over the steering wheel to start the truck. Carefully turning the wheel with his left hand, his right arm just resting beside him.

Once the truck was finally back on the road and heading back towards the main city, Kaelan chanced a glance over at Sonja. "So where is your apartment?" He wanted to make sure he knew kinda where he was going, after all he hadn't been in London long enough to know where everything was.

--; OOC; Its crap. Its late. And its short. =3 But there you go. Sorry for the lateness.

[Sonja Gwen Kane]

Sonja watched Kaelan out of the corner of her eye, only half-listening to him explaining that he could take care of his shoulder just fine. She wasn’t sure why, but she highly doubted that he could. It looked to her as if he would need more than peroxide and bandages to make sure all that healed properly, he’d need a few stitches at least to close up the deeper gashes. She would keep her mouth shut on the subject however, she was just a human, what did she know? Especially since this was the first time she’d been injured more than just a scratch. She thought that that was a bit of a miracle, but she was immensely glad for it, even if the wound was now making her seem like a baby, crying over a cut in her hand.

"Lucky for me I'm already cursed."

The girl turned her eyes away at this, instead looking out the side window as the car was started up. She didn’t like to be reminded that she was stuck in a car with a werewolf, thank you very much. If it hadn’t been for his ‘curse’ then she wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place, so no, it wasn’t lucky at all! If he wasn’t cursed she’d already be on her way back home… Wouldn’t she? Or perhaps she would have stayed in the forest longer and that other wolf would have found her first and ripped her to shreds since she was definitely not a good enough shot to have killed it by herself. Yet, even with that in mind, she couldn’t help but hate the man for scaring her so badly earlier, despite him having saved her life.

Keeping her gaze on her side of the car, not willing to look up at the wolf and see those huge cuts on his shoulder, Gwen buckled her seatbelt as they started to drive. "So where is your apartment?" The girl was silent for a few seconds, debating whether to tell him truthfully or to just have him drop her off at the garage where her friend Burke worked. With a sigh, she resigned with telling him where her own home was, not wanting Burke to freak out. “Near Broadgate,” she muttered, letting her head fall back to lie on the seat’s headrest, “I can give you directions one we get closer.”

Shifting slightly in her seat to get more comfortable, Sonja looked down at her hand, rather fascinated and disturbed by the wound. She should have been more careful with the gun; she knew very well what could happen if she held it the wrong way. But she’d been too panicked to consider a proper shooting stance since she’d just wanted that damn wolf dead or at least unable to chase her, and she hadn’t even accomplished that. And, thinking of her gun, she couldn’t exactly remember picking it up. Trying to keep herself from panicking that she’d left it back in the woods, she checked her jacket pockets, but it wasn’t there, though…

Gwen unbuckled her belt so that she could easily pull her jacket off and drop it into her lap. She checked in its inner pocket on the right and then the left. With a quiet, relieved sigh, she pulled the gun out of her jacket and immediately went to take out its bullets. As she flipped open the revolver’s cylinder, she ignored that there was something red gleaming on the metal surface and instead focused her attention on dropping all four bullets into her pants’ pocket and then tucking the gun itself back into her front jacket pocket, just so that she would absolutely know where it was.

“So,” Gwen said a bit hoarsely, pulling her seatbelt back into place and looking out the window. “I guess you haven’t been in London long, huh?” She really wasn’t that interested in the fact that the man was so clearly American, but it was something to distract her and his mind from the pain of both their wounds and it would pass the time, since they were still a good half-hours drive from her house.

[Kaelan Abrams]

"When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am."

“Near Broadgate.”

Kaelan nodded but said nothing in return. Her sudden movements caused him to glance over at her, realizing what she was looking for just as she found it. The sight of the gun caused all of the memories from the woods to come rushing back into his thoughts. She handled the weapon well outside of combat, he was sure with some practice she could be pretty good with a gun. Fear and adrenaline were good motivators, but they were also one of the world’s worst causes of paralysis.

“So. I guess you haven’t been in London long, huh?” The sound of her voice pulled him from his thoughts long enough for him to glance at her and then back at the road.

He didn’t answer her immediately, but instead used reached out to grab the bottom of the wheel just long enough to rub his eyes with his good arm. Kaelan blinked forcefully for a few seconds, trying to refocus his self on the conversation and road. Exhaustion and pain were finally taken their toll on his normally high pain tolerance.

“A few months.” He started to say that he’d been here just long enough to realize the unnecessary death count here was astronomical compared to the States, but decided that was more exhaustion and pain talking them him. She was shaken up enough and comments like that wouldn’t help the situation. Sometimes he missed the States, but there wasn’t anything left for him there. After Rhiannon was killed and spending so many years as a cop and never making it difference, it had just been easier to run from the familiarity of America. Silently he wondered if he’d ever stop running. Annoyed with himself he shifted slightly to try to make his shoulder more comfortable, but all it did was cause the pain to ricochet down his chest. Kaelan tied to mask the pain in his face but wasn’t sure of how good a job he was doing.

“How about you Sonja? Have you always lived here in London?” His voice, while strained, still held a note of courtesy. If she didn’t want to talk to him, he’d understand. He’d grown used to being hated for what he was, and he hadn’t exactly made it easy on her today between scaring her and outright killing the werewolf in front of her.

--; OOC; We need something interesting to happen. xD

[Sonja Gwen Kane]

OOC: Yah, we really do

Sonja didn’t shift her eyes from watching the road outside when she noticed Kaelan glance over at her though she did look at him sideways when he moved around in his seat. When he rubbed his eyes, she feared for a moment that he might run them off the road, being unable to see. That fear turned out to be a bit silly as he kept the car moving straight, though the movement had made her eyes itch because her contacts were starting to dry out. She turned her head to the side, rubbing at her eyes, not that this did anything to help.

“A few months.”

She’d supposed that it hadn’t been long, but only a few months was shorter than she’d expected. Why in the world would he decide that the situation in London would be any better than wherever he’d come from? There were probably more werewolves here, but that was just the problem! The wolves were determined to keep their control over the government while the vampires and most humans would rather have them all dead. It was a mess and Sonja would rather not live with it, she’d gladly move anywhere else if she had the chance.

“How about you Sonja? Have you always lived here in London?”

Blinking softly, Gwen turned her head completely to look at the man. “Yah,” she muttered, “I’ve moved from house to house, but I’ve never been able to leave.” And dammit if she wouldn’t love to do just that. Perhaps once she made enough money to actually travel somewhere and afford to rent a place, she’d move to Canada or something, somewhere that was less ‘fucked up’ than anywhere else.

“You don’t look like you’re doing so well,” the woman said after a few seconds of silence. “Are you sure you’re okay to drive?” While Sonja was mostly concerned about his ability to keep the truck on the road, she couldn’t help but worry for his health as well. She couldn’t imagine how anyone could ignore that large of wound, though he had been managing pretty decently until now. The pain had to be getting to him and he might pass out if it got too much for him to bear. She wasn’t sure how stubborn he was, so he might not want to give up the wheel, but if he did, she supposed that she could handle the car just fine, although she’d never been in one where the wheel was on the wrong side.

[Kaelan Abrams]

"When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am."

Kaelan glanced at Sonja as she answered his question, a meek nod showing he’d heard her answer. Never been able to leave? Did that mean she wanted to leave London? He sighed quietly to himself. The rest of the world was just as bad as London really. Werewolves and vampires everywhere were running the world into a shit storm. But Kaelan said nothing, not wanting to upset or assume anything at the moment. All he really wanted to do was get home, clean his wound, and take a nap.

“You don’t look like you’re doing so well, are you sure you’re okay to drive?”

Hazel eyed gaze shifted to look at the girl once more before turning back to the road. They still had a little ways to go before they were back in town and Kaelan honestly didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to drive with this pain but at the same time didn’t want to burden Sonja with driving. Her hand was injured and he wasn’t sure if she’d even be able to drive his truck with it being from the states. He guessed she was worried he’d drive them off the road. Between raw determination and sheer stubbornness, he’d get her home.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you home safe.” The pain in his shoulder radiated loudly, interrupting his thoughts. “If it gets to bad, I’ll pull over for a moment.” Pulling over wouldn’t do much, but at least then he could bandage this up enough to get home. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that and he could just worry about it after Sonja was safe at home. He forced out a weak laugh, genuinely trying to lift the mood.

“Sorry I’m not real good company right now.”

--; OOC; any ideas? >_> I don't think they could handle any attacks. lol

[Sonja Gwen Kane]

Sonja could tell that Kaelan was doubting his ability to keep going as much as she was. If it really came down it, they could stop or she could try to drive the truck, though she would prefer the latter because she didn't want to be stuck with this man too much longer and being home would make her feel so much better! It she even got home that was. Oh, she wished that he hadn't gotten injured like that.

"Don't worry, I'll get you home safe."

Well, she actually did believe him when he said that. It was just a matter of wondering how he was going to accomplish that. Perhaps if there was no way he himself could get her home, she could ask him to let her call Burke to come get her, that was, if the other man wasn't working as he always seemed to be. Actually, she should have done that before agreeing to have him drive her. Idiot, it would have been better for the both of them then. Kaelan wouldn't worry about anything but getting home and she wouldn't worry about not getting home in one piece.

Gwen looked down at her lap as he mentioned pulling over as an option for helping him get her home, nodding softly. She didn't want him to do that, but if he needed to… She looked up at him when he let out a quiet laugh, wondering what he was thinking about. What could be so funny about this situation? As far as she was concerned, it was miserable.

"Sorry I'm not real good company right now."

Smiling a bit despite herself, Sonja turned her eyes to stare out the windshield. "That's alright," she sighed quietly, "neither am I. It's hard to talk when you're missing a chunk of skin." She glanced at her hand at this before quickly turning onto her side and looking out of the side window. She was done speaking now, and whatever the wolf might have said to her didn't register; she was just waiting to get home. And so for the remainder of the trip it was pretty much silent in the car. There was no point in carrying on a conversation when she didn't want to do so and when it would distract Kaelan from driving.

Eventually, Gwen had to speak up so that she could give the man directions to her apartment, but they got there within a few minutes. After they had parked, Kaelan helped her unload her bike from the truck. She would have told him that he didn't have to, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to get it out without pushing the machine onto the road from the bed of the truck and if she did that, she'd break the thing. Hopefully, this extra exertion on the wolf's part wouldn't make it difficult for him to get back to his own house, or to a hospital if he were really desperate.

Sonja then thanked them and told him that he had made it up to her just by being able to get her home. And, he really had. In fact, he'd made up for scaring her just by saving her life from that crazed werewolf, which would have found her sooner or later, with or without Kaelan being there to scare her half to death. She actually would have been fully dead if he hadn't come around. After the man got back into his truck, she watched him drive off, making sure that he was swerving because of the distraction his wound caused him. But she was satisfied that he would be alright and let him go on his own. Now she could worry about her own issues. She'd have to call up Burke and maybe he'd take her to a clinic or patch her up on his own, since she wasn't sure she could actually afford real medical care. Hopefully, the wound wouldn’t become infected.

OOC: Done! x)