Oliver Burton

With his inhuman strength he snaps the neck of the vampire, its head facing entirely the wrong way as he fell like a sack of potatoes at his feet. They needed to go, even if the creature was hardly human, he still didn't want to attract that kind of attention. Hunter's would kill him on sight and he was about to lose all control with a blood saturated human. It didn't look good. He took the vampire's body with ease, rough hands digging into his wrist with no respect for it before dragging it on the ground to the closest bush. It would be taken care of as that sun rose from its peaceful slumber. That much he did know. Or he hoped was true.

His beast wages a war within himself, that encounter and blood causing his body such turmoil. He thought he was going to be ripped from the inside out. He prowls closer to that woman, beaten and covered in blood. He reaches for her to help her up, even as he struggles with his own war she had no idea he was fighting. He wanted to make sure she wasn't going to die on him, after all, he felt guilty not letting her have his goddamn phone. Oliver would make sure he could win this internal, the beaten woman's life depended on it. She was only human, she was so fragile in comparison to him and the unleashed version of himself would obliterate her from this earth faster than she could realize possible.

Panic and blood flooded the night air, crickets still chirped and cars could still be heard by the busier road nearby. That tangy coppery scent was distinctively human, it was all hers. It was too much.

She swoons and not in the way he would have preferred. No, the blood loss had made her woozy, she grasped at him and he gripped her tighter to steady her dainty form. He locked his strong arms around her so that she didn't have to waste the last reserves of her energy. He is ridged, the man was here but not entirely in control. She was precariously close to meeting another monster. It was debatable if she was better off with the vampire or the very savage he could be when he lost control.

The petite woman spoke of her injuries, he knew she was in bad shape. Maybe not enough to bleed out on him right away. His ears were unhearing, as all he heard was roaring white noise in his head, on the cusp of shifting. But he couldn't look at her, his face was that of a drowning man in that very moment, struggling desperately for the sake of this human. He just needed something to bring him back, he searched desperately within his head for a reason, but it was a muddled blood riddled mess.

She made a movement, reaching up to touch his face with that cool, dainty hand. That touch was so gentle. Everything that he was not. The blood danced to his nose, dancing, taunting him. The beast within him rattled his cage violently. Food. All he could think of was her as food. He knew she smelled very much like prey, wounded and ripe for the taking, he clenched his jaw tightly with enough pressure he thought his teeth could shatter into thousands of tiny shards. It was a good thing he just came from a dinner meeting or else she would be as good as dead. What would have been scarier, being sucked dry quickly by a hungry vampire or mauled by a massive, powerful bear, having your body ripped apart and devoured piece by piece? His body shuddered, the strain evident upon his face. It betrayed that trembling struggle.

Despite the blood loss, she was intuitive enough to notice that something wasn't quite right. It was that delicate touch and concern, within her voice that tethered him into reality, aided him in regaining that much-needed control. He drew in a sobering breath, willing that wild beast inside of him to calm. This human was not food, this human must be protected. That very shift within him helped him more than she could even comprehend.

"I will be fine, worry about staying amongst the land of the living." She had lost a lot of blood, too much blood. "Don't fret about me. I am fine." He murmured his voice a grating growl he hadn't meant to. He focused on her fragileness, on that hand against his face. That mere touch was all he could think about.

Touch to a were was everything.

She claimed she was a doctor, a woman who committed her life to helping others so much so that she pushed down her own self-preservation to worry about him. She hadn't seemed like a doctor, she seemed a little bit of a mess when he had first met her. He shook his head and yet there is amusement there, it all helped to regain control. His words were starting to sound like himself again, that velvety baritone voice. "You are in no condition to help me. Save your energy to focus on you. We need to take YOU to the hospital. Doctor or not." For all he knew those fangs were riddled with bacteria, filthy creatures that they were. He could only assume. He didn't really know much about the beings.

Then she suddenly snaps at him and the bite behind those words, it would have been cute if she didn't look like a victim from a horror movie. Someone was feisty. Good, she was going to need that fire when she healed and to keep her from passing out. Something like guilt flashed behind his eyes, yes, he may have thought of that already. "Maybe. But it is safe to assume most people aren't what they seem." The Englishman stated with a hint of an ominous tone, there was a flash of hunger behind his dark stare. He should know. He was one of those beings he talked about. That was why he would at the very least, make sure she would survive tonight.

She might think she had bite.. but he was quite sure she could not handle a real bite.. His bite, his teeth against her fragile flesh.

"Can you walk? I am going to take you somewhere to get looked over." He firmly held her up with one arm, using his body to prop her up before pulling out that cursed phone. He called his driver. He would drive them to the hospital, but he would carry her if he had to.

He thumb pressed the speaker button after a few rings and a man's voice came through in greeting as if surprised by his bosses call. He rarely called him as it was, he knew he preferred to walk when it wasn't business related. "Can you come collect me? I need a lift to the hospital.." His words were smooth even though there was a hint of worry laced within them. The man on the phone was puzzled and asked him if he was okay. He was another brit like him, maybe that was why he hired it. It reminded him of his family.

"Yes, I'm fine. But get here as quickly as you can.. I've turned the gps on so you can find me." He pressed end before the man on the line could respond. He peered down at her, actually looking at her gentle features, studying her cautiously, as if ready for her to protest. He decided she had made enough of her own decisions for one day and well now that he could keep the beast at bay, for now, she was in no position to deny him.