Oliver Burton

The panic-stricken woman hurriedly spun around on her heels and took off. Not a word, not a second glance, not an acknowledgment, she just simply left. As she left him there, he was left with only his thoughts. What a peculiar girl. She was walking bait, meandering the city, clearly distraught and dazed. She had already caught the attention of a hunting vampire and her sense of direction was decidedly poor. The woman had gone the complete opposite way he told her to go! Did she have a death wish?

The petite Asian woman may have left but her fear, it lingered in the air like a perfume, delicate and sweet in the air. His inner beast wanted to follow that scent, perhaps even curious of it in some primal way he could not rationalize. Oliver convinced himself he was entirely content to let the situation stand, to move on and go home. It was what he sincerely craved more than anything. He wanted peace and quiet to wash over him like a cool veil, to turn off his head and let the beast sleep. But something made him halt mid-step in the middle of the road. He simply couldn't just let the woman obliviously go out there with a vampire on the loose, with that ambrosial scent lingering in the air like freshly baked cookies. Foolish girl.. she was going to get herself killed. Yet it wasn't really his concern was it?

Regardless, by whatever the hell possessed him in that very moment he went to at least look down that road she went down. Growling at the person who honked at him, ignoring him completely. Everything in his body told him to just leave, it was none of his concern, but it was already too late now, it didn't make a difference if he simply looked. He allowed those longs powerful limbs to carry him swiftly down the same worn, dimmed path that she had followed.

Low and behold, she was ensnared within the vampire's trap. He released a sigh, but he didn't linger long, moving quickly as though he knew if he waited for a second longer she could have been as good as dead. Determination sets in, he wouldn't allow it.

He gripped that vampire so rapidly at the back of his neck, his fingertips digging in, in a blind rage, he could already smell the trickle of blood infusing the warm summer in the air. It was human blood, she had clearly gotten hurt. He couldn't really tell where the blood had come from at first appearances, he saw her still moving, still alive. Had he hesitated any longer, he knew she wouldn't be alive. That blood tickling his nose was distracting, so very distracting. He elevated the vampire off the ground and it released such a hellish scream his nose wrinkled in distaste. He was going to garner the attention of dark hunters or other vampires and that was a complication he couldn't have. There is a moment where he strains, his muscles taut, the tension in his neck so prominent you could see every groove and tendon. The vampire was still strong, and Oliver wasn't quite all there as the beast within him drifts to the surface focusing on that sweet smell of terror and blood. The smell of sweet prey. It drove his primal instincts mad, like a madman running and slamming against the walls of his cage he nearly spasms. He had already neglected the bear within him for too long. One would think he would have learned his lesson the first time or the times after that where he lost control. He swallowed hard as if to gain control.

If the infuriating woman only listened to him, then they wouldn't be here. Then again, if he just let her have her damn phone. He hissed, his eyes narrowing with strain, his eyes were hardly human as the bear wanted to rattle free from this human shell. Why was it being so uncontrollable lately? He was not a freshly turned were, he was born into it, he had control. Or so he thought. Perhaps he was the only fool here, the one who thought he could ignore his animal side and let the human rise supreme without consequence. Who was the one in charge?

He told her he had given her directions and he had. His directions to the bus were sound, solid advice. Then she had the nerve to say he didn't! He nearly bristled at that, not many people dared to question him like that. It didn't do anything to help his fading control, did this human have a death wish? He growls, the only audible sound he could form at this very moment. He peered at her, she seemed so small, so frail. He didn't think she had the energy to get up but somehow, she impressively summoned it. That was when she lifted her hand to touch where he assumed she had been injured. She pulled back her hand that was now dripping in blood. She was in bad shape, he didn't need to be a doctor to diagnose that. She would be of no use if she just passed out here.

She most likely needed a hospital, pronto. But first, he needed to dispose of this vampire.

Her straining to get up, the very movement made the smell of blood more prominent. Of course, if he could tell, the vampire definitely could. Without a moments notice, without a second of regaining his clarity the vampire sensed his weakened grip and in a frenzy for blood he thrashed free. The surge of anger had him almost toppling over on all fours, the shift threatening to take hold. He was just a breath away of losing all control. He heard that familiar crack of his spine, his dark eyes unseeing. A strained groan escapes him, but it hardly sounded human. Another stomach-turning crack and that brought him to his knees. Shit, if it wasn't the vampire that was going to kill her, surely, he would. You cannot contain or control a wild animal, not fully, not ever. Especially not one in a frenzy.

He didn't hear the woman squeak as the vampire launched for her to devour her as he was trying with every ounce of control just to breathe, to stop the shift in its tracks. It was her voice, a sound that resonated within him like a sharp kick in his ribs. She cried out to the vampire to let her go.

Oliver didn't even notice that his fingers were already turning into sharpened points, his bones threatening to bend, break, to forge itself into that massive polar bear. It took every ounce of inner strength to rise to his feet when he wanted nothing more than to claw the clothes from his skin. It all itched, it was all too constricting. He focused on the poor human, helpless in that vampire's grip. That was when he lashed out at the vampire, with a mighty blow to the side of his of his head. "No." He raged, his voice nothing more than a grating sound, hardly human. The vampire was latched on like a dog with lockjaw. He wouldn't let go, clinging to the woman so desperately. He was running out of options.. Without thinking, he punched into the back of the vampire with a force that even surprised him. It made a satisfying cracking sound as his bones shattered beneath that force, it weakened the structure. Perhaps, it was just long enough to cause the vampire to release his hold. But unfortunately, the fanged beast of a man just toppled over the woman. That was when the dark-haired man lunged, grabbing his head between two hands and twisting violently. A sickening crack sliced through the air as he rolled him onto his back. He hovered over him, even as fresh still warm blood stained his lips. Pathetic.

Was he truly dead? He couldn't quite tell, he didn't exactly have much experience when it came to vampires. If he severed his spine, then maybe? He left the undead thing on the ground, moving toward the woman on the ground. He fought the undeniable urge to beat him into a bloody pulp, to rip his throat out with his teeth. But he clung to that small fragment that was human and didn't let go. He couldn't allow himself to lose control, not with the bleeding human present.

"Are you alright?" He asked her, his voice strained, ragged and out of breath as he still fought the change. He reached out a hand, to help her up. He would carry her to the hospital if he had to. Part of him wondered if she would be too frightened of him now. It would probably be for the better. "I should have just given you my damn phone." He muttered, drawing in a calming breath, battling that beast that dwelled inside of him.