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    Summer growled cuz she knew beka was watching leave. she head into the woods. she took her gun out of pocket and started shooting like she was a cop. then she started to go wild with a big grin spread across her face.

    OOC Too much has happened without me.


    IC Azenor sighed and stood up straight, stretching her arms in front of her. "I think I'm going home as well. Trying to cooperate with you all is like trying to herd cats," she declared. "And, I still have a fire in my fireplace, and I need to make sure it doesn't burn the place down. Wolf," she said, facing him. You're still welcome at my place, if you ever need a place to stay." She started to walk out, heading for the back porch so she could find her way home.

    Azenor glanced over at Wolf, and continued walking. "I'm sorry," she said, her temper easing. "I want him gone as much as you do, but if we can't get along now, we'll never work together efficiently enough to succeed." She kept on walking, following the path they'd made on their way to Summer's house.

    OOC I think we should bump up the romance a little. ;)


    IC: Azenor sighed. Wolf might have an idea, but then again, maybe not. "We could try," she she said tiredly. "But we still know so little about him, it will be difficult." She continued on in silence, thinking. Not about the headhunter, but about her and Wolf. They were matches, and they'd only just met each other. She glanced over at him briefly, then looked away quickly, her pale cheeks turning pink.

    Wolf glanced over at Azenor. He was also thinking about the match between him and her. Due to him being part vampire, his pale brownish skin couldn't blush. His skin was tanned, but it was pale that most people couldn't tell it was tanned because of the vampirism.

    Azenor kept her eyes in front of her, trying not to look at Wolf. She was trying to decide if she was going to trust him or push him, or keep her distance from him. Could she trust him? He'd given her no reason to believe otherwise, but she didn't think she was ready to trust anyone yet. She hadn't trusted anyone other than her parents, ever. It was so ingrained in her habits that she would have to fight to get close to him. If she chose to do so.

    Wolf was staring down at the ground as he walked. He allowed himself to play the worst moment of his life in his head, branding the ragged appearance of his uncle into his head. He did the same with his mother and father. He hated the fact that while he looked a little like his mother, he looked more like his uncle than his father. He glanced over at Azenor, while he felt grateful that she had helped him, he wasn't sure how to feel about her directly. He knew that they had been matched, but he tried to ignore that. He didn't want the headhunter to dictate what feelings he should have for her.

    With a sigh Beka went into the bathroom and began to talk with him. They began to shout obviously fighting with one another. Neither of them was in a good mood. Angry about each others moods. Beka angry and Summer and Aiden angry because his two friends were fighting.

    "How did they even know about us?" Azenor asked aloud. "It's not as though I'm a part of normal society, and you weren't even born here, so how did they know our names, and how did they know that . . . " Her voice trailed off, deep in thought, and she shook her head, her curls bouncing in her ponytail. Then the house came into view, and she felt relieved that they were finally home. She walked over to the tree where she'd thrown her knife. It was stuck into the wood past the handle, and it was clear that it wouldn't be easy to extract. "You go on inside, I just need to get this knife out, then I'll be in." She wrapped her hands around the handle and gave it a sharp tug. It didn't budge. She pulled even harder, desperate to get her knife out of the tree.

    Wolf listened to her question how they knew about the two of them. He thought about it as well, wondering. He glanced up at the house when it came into view then looked over at the knife as she tried to pull it out. He formed his fingers into claws and dug them into the tree around the knife, ripping open the bark so it was easier for her to pull out her knife.

    Summer came back to the house smelling like guns and gunpowder. she stopped in the doorway." IF THERE'S ANY ONE IN THE BATHROOM, GET OUT IREALLY NEED ASHOWER!!!!!!" she yelled.

    Azenor smiled and pulled the knife out smoothly. "Thanks. Sometimes I forget what I am," she said queitly, as if in apology. Not having anything else to say, she turned and walked back to the house. Assuming that he had followed her, she went back to the living room and knelt by the fire, poking the the logs further into the fireplace. "If you're still tired, you could go sleep now. I'll be here, I'm not going any where."

    Wolf followed her in. He turned his claws back into fingers. When Azenor mentioned sleeping, he realized how tired he was. He nodded to her and walked upstairs, going to the room she had said he could stay in.

    Azenor listened to his footsteps retreat all the way to his room, then heard the click as the door closed on slightly rusted hinges. Then she rose and left the fire, retreating to the couch, shere she curled up on her side, thinking. They made a good team, her and Wolf, and so far, he was the only supernatural who hadn't p***ed her off. And she could never be with a normal human, because she would hate keeping her form a secret. She sighed, watching the flames dance in the old brick hearth. These things were becoming too complicated to figure out on her own.