Oliver Burton

Those fingers were so gentle and the man could hardly remember the last time someone dared to touch him like that. He wanted nothing more to relish in the feel of her fingers against his face, wanting nothing more to press into the feel of it. His inner bear craved touch, relished in it. How that bear wanted to slide to the surface but he wasn't sure what that would do to a human who was bleeding no less. He couldn't trust himself in this very moment with emotions so heightened and control slipping from his own grip. The moment he stepped foot into this city it would seem his control had waned considerably. Had he neglected who his inner bear that badly? He already knew the answer.

In that very moment his eyes must have looked like that of a monsters, hardly human as they bled into the polar bear. She wasn't safe with him, here. With all that blood, it certainly wasn't helping.

His jaw clenched as he fought for control, trying not to focus on her blood or his very lack of control in that moment. He snapped at her, claiming he was fine. He really didn't need her fussing. He didn't deserve it and didn't need it. It was she who was bleeding and very nearly died before him because of his own actions. It might even be possible that he might be that very final nail in her coffin. She pulls her hand back and he instantly almost craves it back again, his expression remains terse and fixated at controlling the beast within him, his jaw clenching as if to bite back his animal side.

Oliver felt a sense of responsibility for the women. He didn't understand why, she seemed pretty content to get far, far away from him. Which was probably for the better, until she was nearly killed without his interference. He hardly wished that fate upon her, but he was hardly a man who trusted people at their word. How many people simply looked at him as a stack of bills and he was no fool to that. However, tonight, he misread the woman before him and she nearly paid with that mistake with her life.

Oliver was an arrogant man and had dealt with much in his lifetime, but he wasn't heartless... Part of the time. He felt that guilt, so very potent in that moment. Which is why the businessman did what he did best, he took control. He called his driver to take her somewhere where she could be safe. She had lost a lot of blood and she was weak, he could feel it based on how much she relied upon him just to stand.

How such defiance could be trapped in such a small, pleasant form he would never quite understand. Even with being injured and full on assaulted, she did not show that mental trauma. Instead, she focused so damn hard on trying to fight him. She was one determined creature, he would give her that. He was not used to someone bossing him around like this. The petite woman had no idea of what peril she could be in if he lost all control.

He sighed heavily, his exasperation building within his broad chest. He wanted to simply ask why she wouldn't just let him take control and get her help. He realized it was futile trying to fight her. He wondered if she would still reject help on her death bed. He looked into her rich chocolate eyes. What he saw surprised him and perhaps made him a little in awe. So much fight churned within those eyes even with only moments before he had seen her nearly sucked dry. Foolish girl.

But he saw such stubbornness within his sister and he knew all too well to resist her was useless. He knew he could have forced her, but as much as Oliver was ruthless, he wasn't going to break her. "You are a fool..." He hissed shaking his head.

Why he was even arguing with her right now, he hadn't the faintest idea but he couldn't seem to shut his damn mouth. He even asked her why he shouldn't just throw her over his shoulder and walk her into that hospital. The moment he uttered those words he regretted them.

She digs her fingers into his arm and he looked down upon it with a sick amusement. She had no idea what he was, that with all her struggling, it still wouldn't be enough. He almost loses his temper at her, let her feel that bear's temper that was snapping at the surface. He could not lose his temper, not around a mortal. "No one defies me like you have." He muses but there is a darkness within his words. "I have never met someone more stubborn, foolish and brave. You are an infuriating woman." The Englishman huffs, his voice a growl but not with uttering out that stipulation that if she should pass out all bets were off.

This seemed to instantly agree with her as just in a flash her frown is gone, and a huge glittering smile is upon her lips. He shook his head as she chitters happily about taking her home. He shook his head, his face a stony wall.

"You think you can walk?" Part of Oliver wanted to make his point, to show her that she needed a hospital and not her home. He began to move forward, offering her support if she needed it. She peered up at him, this time curiosity within her eyes, instead of that fiery rage. He paused to face her, his gaze intense. She demanded his name and then brushed it off. Even now she still wanted to pick a fight with him! She was utterly impossible. He looks at her carefully, she must not be feeling well if she was willing to give up before she started.

She blushed a pretty rose kissed hue. Beneath the blood and fiercely blind opposition she was a pretty little thing. She quickly offers her name looking down at the ground, there was a car's headlights heading toward them now. He could feel her energy fading fast as she slumps against him. He uses both arms to steady her now. She needed to get cleaned up and most of all she needed rest. Just as she questions about the driver. "Yes, it is Miss Miya." He uttered before in one deft movement he was sure she would hate, he scooped her up in his arms, pulling her close to his body.

"I am Oliver." He said before walking toward the vehicle that began to slow. "How about you do less fighting me and focus all that fire on getting you home so we can get you cleaned up." His accented voice was authoritative but held a slight tenderness that wasn't there before. He walked across the street, as his driver stepped out, surprise written all over his face. "This is Edgar Adamson. If you give him your address he will get us there." He expected her venom, especially as still had her cradled within his arms. He suspected she would have an earful for him, but when did that deter him? Certainly never.

"Miss Miya over here, declines medical care." He added gruffly.

"Oh dear.. Yessir." The older gentleman simply nods and doesn't question, he was dressed in a black suit, as usual. "Is she okay?" He asked out of clear concern, noticing the blood and how she was covered with it.

Oliver doesn't answer but looks to Miya so she could answer him. If she was as good as she claimed she was more than capable of speaking for herself. He was quite certain she would not approve of it either.