--Rσттιηg Ƒαηgѕ, Ɲιмвℓє Ƥяσмιѕєѕ--(Vampire Guy Needed, simply jump in. PAFP)

My fingertips immediately gather the fine chain as I release a heavy sigh in relief and clutch it tightly. My touch caressing each familiar crevice as though a welcomed lover. I lift my gaze quietly to him, taking in the truth that seeped through his gaze in replacement of his pain. "I shall not let you down." I murmur gently yet I could not offer him a smile, a serious lilt blessing my tone as I drop my hands carefully.

I capture his gaze momentarily and softly bristle at the sad look he currently sported. My small hand lifting as if to comfort him yet I hesitated before dropping it at my sides once more.

"I shall do all that I can to make sure nothing goes wrong. Hopefully the werewolves shall remain contained for tonight, just until we leave." I hated to admit it but I was warming up to his presence, beseeching comfort in it despite my vast years of solitude.

"Perhaps it would be best if I went in alone." I offer softly.

That familiar flutter of my heart and tingle upon my lips returns at the brief kiss. Gazing up quietly to his face as a silent question falls upon deaf ears.

"Do not fret. I shall return safely, or at least attempt to. "My sultry tone graces the accumulating silence as I lower my gaze to my hand, nestled over the position of his heart. There was no doubt that I was slightly fearful at the prospect of a multitude of vampires, all hovering over a balanced ring of savage lycanthropes.

A soft sigh escapes my lips as I resist the urge to pull him back to me, just barely. My pulse humming in my ears before gingerly offering a careful smile. "If I don't return well.... Good riddance, hm?" I muse, my tone calm despite the unsettling topic.

I allow Emma to tend to me, sitting patiently and complying as she wished. Once finished and suitably dressed, she begins leading me to the door. Her weathered hands folded before her as she smiles warmly and dips her head. I didn't enjoy the fact it felt like a solemn goodbye. Not at all.

My necklace is quickly tucked away as I grab my purse of weapons great fully as well as a generous fee to simply get inside.

My gaze drifts to the staircase for a split second as if contemplating whether to go up and tell him I was leaving. No use, he had too much on his hands as it is.

With that, I set off out the door and towards one of the cars, easing the keys out of my pocket as I climb inside the vehicle with ease. The engine purring under me ominously in a gradual assent of power. I commended his confidence in letting me leave by myself this time. With little more than a glance back, I ease from the confines of his grand driveway and into the ebony night bathing the earth in a blanket of gleaming stars.

Off I go to grandma's house to meet the big bad wolf. Hm.... "Fun."

(Hm... Guess so. XP)

I arrive at the establishment and frown at the abandoned hotel glaring down upon me. My plush lips pursed in mute contemplation before I disperse inside, carefully picking my way through debris until I stumbled upon a curt little opening, the one I was given directions to. My smile fading at the muffled roars that resounded from within the ebony depths of the tiny basement area.

Immediate chills ran up my spine as a broadly built vampire blocked my path, gaze dragging down my silhouette before I quickly exchanged money and brushed past. I was not sure why but simply standing here made me feel contaminated, morally dirty.

The tiny room actually branched into a rugged little arena, complete with a pitiful little stadium and just behind that was a gaping entrance, towards the howls and growling. So that is where they hold them... Might as well plan this out, I think silently to myself before lingering at the mouth to gaze inside.

I almost wish I hadn't. Almost.

Multiple crude enclosures pressed into each wall. The grotesquely powerful lycanthropes restrained by thick silver collar and chain. My beat little hand glided to my purse in silence as I crawled through the right spaces wearily. My gaze never drifting from the creatures as I passed.

I take notice of a meak little thing, his warm gaze holding life. A bitter hope that the others seem to have replaced with aggression. I linger at his cage in silence, offering a weak smile before pausing at the muffled sound of footsteps drawing near.

A young man, no, vampire, entered. Fair haired with a light shadow upon his square jawline, cold gaze flickering to the cage I stood before in visible distaste. "What are you doing back here alone? One of them could have gotten out and killed you! Better yet, infected you, disease-ridden mutts." He hisses and carries to my side. His powerful grip resting painfully upon my shoulders as he tears me away from the cage I stood before. Low snarls and guttural cries ripping through the air as I shrug off his touch with a slight smirk.

"They sound quite fond of you." I murmur cruelly as an ebony wolf strains against it's chains with a rabid howl.

I only earn a bitter smile in return, making sure to allow me to see his fangs though his face falls at my reaction, or lack there of. "You ought to be afra....." He is silenced by the jovial bellows of conversation from an oncoming audience. Sighing heavily before trudging back out for the arena. I allow my gaze to rest upon the submissive little scrap once more, my thin fingertips skimming the sharp wires of his cage as I frown softly and cast a glance over my shoulder. "D@mn. It's almost time..... You guys mind having a little fun tonight?" I whisper and test the locks in order for later before securing it once more and heading out into the seating arrangements. Now to find the vampire behind all of this...

My path only leads me to the arena, observing the 'cleanup crew' tidy up the ring as my gaze drifts to the rumbling cacophony of noise rising amidst the crowd and there, in the midst of the chaos, stood Christian, gathering money. I could only stand back in distaste, leaning silently upon a wall as the new of people arriving dies down. The surprisingly well sized crowd churning in corrupt excitement at the prospect of what they may see. Or not, depending on how quickly I manage to get this over with.

My petite hand draws to the few remaining bills I had, considering greeting him in that manner yet was it truly worth it? I could simply catch him later. Perhaps when the fights start and everyone else was busy... Then I could end his life somewhere secluded and end the night with releasing the lycanthropes. I could only hope that they would not turn on me. I wasn't fond of going furry every month.

I hear the drone of a loud speaker resounding overhead, the voice rivaling the loud conversation of the people. They introduce the fights as well as werewolves, requesting that everyone settle down and let the show begin.

I drape my lithe silhouette at the mouth of the door leading to the werewolves. As far away from the rest as possible. Simply contemplating as a silence draws over the crowd. I guess it has begun.

I wince visibly at the resounding pop of bones, making no efforts to glance into the arena. No need to gather more images for my nightmares tonight. Instead I draw through the crowded seats and towards Christian, his hungry gaze resting upon the battle below as I feign innocence and gingerly tap his shoulder, easing into a seat at his side.

My hand gingerly glides down his arm as I lean my slight frame towards him, simply to be heard and get his attention. "I don't mean to be a bother yet I think one of the werewolf's cages are open.. I can show you where it is, if you'd like." I whisper, a lingering whisp of promise blessing my tone as I recline in the seat with a light smile. "We wouldn't want such a thriving business being shut down because of one feeble mutt, hm?" I purr before casting a glance to the ring. Horrified at the display before me as I shudder and rub at my arm in silence.

I cast a glance over my shoulder to him and grin softly. "It's not every day that I get to see a werewolf. I just had to sate my curiosity. Hopefully you don't mind..." I murmur and ease open the door for him. Hostile gazes of men and wolves alike resting upon the vampire as we entered. Perhaps it was simply a mutual hatred.

I begin to lead him to the cages at the back, the more dangerous creatures residing there I presumed for the chains grew noticeably thicker and cages were much more compact and secured.

"It was somewhere around here..." I purr as I lean over and test a cage before pausing to glance up at him. Surely if I pulled the gun now, he would be much too quick and possibly snap my wrist.. Or worse. I just needed to convince him to come closer..

"So how did you come across such a business?" I ask blatantly.

As his attention drifted to the snarling ebony mass, I gradually drew to my feet. My hands gliding into the tidy little purse with ease as I sucked in a sharp breathe and retrieved the pistol undetected. I hold it steadily in my teacup grasp before glancing once more to the werewolf in silence.

"Oh! It is this one I believe. See? The latch seems to have rusted over." I state from behind him. Only taking a moment to wearily look to the caged man in silence before returning my efforts to the vampire with new fervor. I had never been fond of any of these monsters yet I despised this torture. The disease itself was already painful yet most,upon contracting it through contaminated contact in animal form, lost their families, jobs, opportunities.

I wait patiently for him to turn as I gingerly press the barrel of the pistol to his chest. Other hand drifting to the stake. "I'm sure your sister would take pleasure in this." I purr as my delicate finger applies pressure to the trigger, rewarded with a sickening bang that bounced off the walls yet did not reach the others from the audience. Well... Hopefully not.