Adrien loathed the fact that the way the fae woman glowed only mesmerized him, like Icarus to the sun. All he could do for a moment was simply stare at the delicate features of her face like he were thrust in a hypnotic state. How could something so beautiful, be a creature he was destined to kill? She was like a rare celestial butterfly and he was the monster meant to pluck off those wings. The moment those tears began to fall he hated himself for causing them. He wasn't sure why he was so compelled by this woman or why his hand seemed to move on its own accord to reach out to the fae woman porcelain face like the hunter were possessed. How gentle he touched her was another thing that made him frown, his face hardening. He worried as his fingertips wiped away those luminescent tears that if he touched her too roughly he porcelain face would crack and shatter. What the fuck was wrong with him? He had killed so fluently, his demeanor forged into something that was so very brutish, cold, and harsh. But necessary. It was the man he forged himself to be. A honed killer of the darkness that plagued this world, that stole so many innocent lives. He hated supernatural creatures with a fiery passion. Wasn't she one of them?

It was no surprise as she flinches from him and yet why was it such a surprise to him. She very nearly had been the one the hunter hunted, she had witnessed a grisly execution not even a foot away from her face. He looked at her almost in a confused way, tipping his head as if lost in some revere in his head. Why would he kill someone that was less of a threat than himself? She was harmless as that butterfly he viewed her as. This was supposed to be very cut and dry. There wasn't any room for the grey area, he had spent a good part of his life being disciplined and without yielding. Yet here he was making an exception.

It would seem if Adrien had a kryptonite it was this angelic glowy woman's tears. Her eyes look up at him and they are like saucers, glinting, even in the dark shadows. He looks away suddenly, he couldn't look at her, it only made him feel like he was betraying his vow. This was truly some cruel joke the man could hardly make sense of. He shook his head and he knew he needed to take her home and never cross paths with this woman again. For his own sanity and clarity. He had a code, he had a way of life that he had sworn to dedicate himself to. That vow to rid the world of evil was a vow he had not taken lightly. Yet in front of this fae women, he couldn't simply do what he had grown desensitized to. It made absolutely no sense. His shadows seem to submit to that light and yet it seemed to reach out and test that light as if looking for a way through that barrier of silvery light.

He still avoided her gaze looking at the blood that looked blackish in the dimly lit alley. Home, this ensured she actually made it there considering she seemed to be a bait and lure for trouble. Her gentle, musical voice pierces his once impenetrable armor. It made him raise his shadowy purple eyes to gaze upon her face once more. It was beginning to hurt his eyes, that were so accustomed to the blissful shadowy dark. He either needed some sunglasses or she needed to turn off that angelic light, or she was going to burn his retinas. The hunter straightened, offering her a hand, unsure why he was even playing the gentleman, she was lucky to be alive. But the idea of killing her made him sick. The women was clearly somehow short-circuiting his brain, as though perhaps she were the one with all the control all this time. The sooner he made sure she was safe at home and he put distance between the fae and himself, the better it was. For both their sakes. He didn't understand what was wrong with him.

As the light begins to subside with some careful concentration from her, he was surprised she was even able to steady herself after such trauma. It was valiant. Her warm gentle hand fell into his own, it was so dainty, and soft, everything he had never been for as long as he could remember. His shadows seem to react to her, as though they try to encase her fragile hand, probing, prodding and inspecting. As though the shadows had a mind of their own, curious of the woman. Yet they do not consume, and their touch is as gentle as an eyelashes kiss. Was it his powers reacting to her or was it him?

She seemed to dim to normal and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust. Darkness, his true comfort once again reigned supreme in a way where it felt he could finally be himself. He seemed to draw a breath, the air moist and still. He hated how she looked just as radiant without her blinding glow.

The imposing male asked her where she lived. But he only received a nervousness bashful response. He was still stunned that she was able to trust the man that was inches away from killing her too. His hardened face melted slightly, his lips pulled into a straight contemplative line. "You don't know where you live?" He couldn't believe his own ears. She was going to wind up dead faster than she was going to get settled in this cursed city. This dark, dilapidated wasteland would only devour her and spit her own in only a few scant weeks. She was lucky, lucky she didn't succumb to the vampire or worse this night. He sighed and ran a hand through his dark kempt locks. She tried to explain where she lived, it was fortunate he knew where she lived. "I know the west well." He responds cryptically. His sister lived in the west and even though she hadn't the faintest idea he was even in town he still kept tabs on his blood.

He noticed the way she bit her lips and he looked away, she seemed to garner his gaze more than he would ever like to admit. She was pretty, no that didn't quite suffice to describe her. She was unlike anything he had ever seen, ethereal even. "I will get us there safely." He muttered, hardly believing he was ensuring a supernatural safe passage to their home.

"Can you manage to keep up?" His voice still possessed the shadows he wielded skillfully. It was the closest to a tease he was going to toy with at this very moment. "We will take my bike. It is only a few blocks away. But you must promise me something."