For weeks, Chizue had too terrified at the world at large to leave the comfort of her small, lonely townhome. In her silence and solitude, there was safety, at least, as far as the demure Asian girl believed. She had been hesitant to rejoin the world and all of its cruelties, tonight's hunt had been put off more than once, the girl inclined to merely pretend that food was not a necessity. It was easier to simply forgo those needs than to face those what-ifs. Although meeting them again had happened time and time over within the depths of her nightmares, it hardly compared to the stark reality that now stared down at her. Her fingers clenched around that page at his feet, clinging to it in a way that was hardly logical in any sense. Her thoughts had all gone blank as she stared up at that sneering smile, almost in disbelief that all her terrors had come true - they'd manifested before her in quite the way she had dreamed they would. His foot moved, sending the poor girl tumbling back onto the cement as she tried to scramble away from him in the same fashion she had done countless times before, chained to that stone floor.

Chizue was hardly even aware of the scream that peeled from her lips, the sound so very familiar to her ears that she hardly realized it was her making that sound. That scream abruptly ended, her lungs suddenly screaming for air that her vampiric body hardly needed. It was that panic that gripped her, that adrenaline within her chest that crushed her beneath the weight of it and yet, somehow, it was that singular presence of a man that saved her from herself. That hand that appeared within her vision saw her pause before she reached out to slip her fingers within his own. Somehow, at some point, he had become her life jacket in an ocean she found herself drowning in. Her chocolate eyes stared intently at the Englishman as he pulled her to her feet, providing her a singular look over before his attention turned back to the fellow that had both started and ended so much for the fragile vampire. Tentatively, she moved closer towards her savior's figure, her slender fingers buried in his shirt, her grip altogether tight as if he might stop that kidnapping from occurring all over again.

She pressed her forehead gingerly against his side, altogether aware of that beat of his heart that echoed in his ears and that aura of red that surrounded him. Despite her efforts to simply hide against him, Chizue was all too aware of that conversation that went on, the warlock's very voice caused her to flinch, though even she was incapable of telling if it was her petite figure that trembled from fear or his that trembled from anger. She was hardly prepared for that arm that reached out around him, that touch one she knew well enough that hardly a look was necessary to know who grabbed her. Those begging words left her lefts as she clutched to Oliver's shirt, her pleas meant for him alone. Chizue hardly bothered to consider how feasible it was, that he might be capable of standing up to that magic and cruelty of that coven. All that mattered to her was that she didn't go back. She could already feel those tears springing to life, her chocolate eyes glassy as she buried herself further against him, ignorant to the beast that paced just beneath his skin.

It was that shift that finally caused the girl to release her vice-like grip upon him. The tearing of that fabric filled her ears as his bones snapped and rearranged, forcing her to take several steps back. She watched with wide eyes as the figure of the man became something else entirely, leaving a large ivory bear in his place. A were. She knew what they were, of course, but Chizue had never actually seen one transform before. Her chocolate eyes fell upon that smashed briefcase, those few pages they'd salvaged just slightly sticking out of the corners of it. Although the item itself might not be salvageable, those pages that had become her personal quest were. She glanced down at that torn page in her hands, the echoing roar of the beast in front of her rewarded her with the attention of the entire plaza. Chizue heard the shouts and screams of the city's inhabitants as they all but scattered, feeling from the giant creature and the Dark Hunters that would surely arrive in its wake. Peculiarly, it was in this moment that a sense of calm invaded her soul as her gaze turned upwards to watch the bear rise to his hind legs, regarding that warlock as if he was little more than a suitable dinner.

She felt the ground shake beneath her, her teeth lightly nibbled at the bottom of her lip as the warlock that had so frightened her seemed to re-consider that fight. Chizue was aware of his eyes on her, the pair clearly sizing up one another though it was for different reasons entirely. It was the petite Asian woman who moved first, throwing herself forward towards that briefcase in a vain attempt to wrap her arms around it and salvage at least something for the man who was clearly doing so much for her. She stepped away from the warlock, carefully moving backwards while the man summoned his own affinity, that fire twisting and twirling in his hand, clearly intending to take on the polar bear for rights to her, as if she was a mere thing that could be fought for, won, and dominated. Her own hand carefully reached out towards the standing polar bear, her palm settling on his back leg, the creature far taller than her. "Come on, Mr. Bear, we should go before the hunters get here...okay?" She inquired, her voice little more than a whisper and yet, through it all, Chizue remained station at his side. Her fear of the warlock clearly outweighing any fear she might have of that giant bear.