Oliver Burton

With Miya's small body scooped up within his strong grasp, nestled up against his chest so he could hear every breath she took. It also made it impossible not to notice that gentle blush kissing her cheeks. She seemed so very fragile and sweet in that very moment, lacking that venomous bite that she typically offered him this night. When she looked away, he took a moment to peer down at her, truly looking at her. However, he was entirely caught off guard when suddenly she blurts out that he was hot and feels nice, a curious look crosses his features, before a vibrant hue of red blossomed upon her features. She abruptly tries to back pedal rapidly as though her very life upon it, not even letting him get a single word in. Gone was the woman who looked as though she were going to nestle in his arms and drift to sleep, gone was that undisturbed sweetness that blanketed her for but a few moments. He could hardly avoid the shudder of near laughter roll through his chest, a fleeting playful grin tugging at his lips. He had to admit, it was adorable to watch her squirm and scramble for words. "I do run on the hot side." He confirmed but didn't elaborate, she had gone through too much to talk about such things as what he was. And perhaps such things were not meant to share. The dark featured business man raised a brow, perhaps something even akin to playfulness behind the veil of his usual austerity within his eyes. "So what exactly are you trying to say... am I attractive or am I not?" Those accented words daring the linger in the amusement of her mortification, it was cruel he knew it. Even if it only stemmed from the delirium of blood loss, to toy with that hardly seemed fair. But he didn't get where he needed to be by playing fair. Perhaps the same applied to here.

Their conversation seemed to follow a trend that often had her words triggering his anger like a meager flick of a switch. Any signs of that glimmer of playfulness had left and there remained the bear he so often became. Sturdy, stubborn, grumpy. He swore he heard himself growl through gritted teeth. What the man hardly expected was for Miya to utter that she was sorry, covering her face with her hands. His anger snapped shut, feeling like a true asshole in that moment. A sigh escaped him. "I shouldn't have snapped at you." He murmured, not used to such defiance from anyone or having to feel remorse for his own actions. He could be quite the controlling asshole and with his own control wearing thin, he was losing it. "You have nothing to be sorry for.." He hardly knew how to handle this woman and clearly he was failing.

His next words have him receiving a dagger-like glare, he nearly hissed out a sigh. He was trying, truly, but he just couldn't help being that overbearing bear. One step forward, three steps back. This was a losing battle he was certain of it. If he could get this woman home, alive, that was all he could hope to achieve.

She folds her arms, biting her words back at him. Already, he is ready to retort. But for the first time, he decided to stay silent, even though his very body repulsed at the idea. He shook his head, truly and utterly exasperated. Edgar gave his boss a wary look, unsure with how to handle this situation. It was clearly obvious she needed a hospital and yet both men had their hands bound. For once, the small woman grows quiet. Almost too quiet, before a slew of giggling escaped her. Oh dear god, she has gone insane. Oliver thought. Maybe she didn't need a hospital but a mental ward! Her dark hued eyes shift to peer up at his after he asked her a question. He fully expected a look of utter hysteria within her chocolate eyes. He merely looked at her with disbelief. "You really should be staying away from vampires, unless you want to wind up being one or worse." How could she not see that this way of life was dangerous for a human, she needed to be far more careful and not running around the city practically looking for trouble. "Wait what? The Mayor is a vampire? I always thought it weird that his interviews were always at night." This city was a very strange place, with even stranger people.

He opened his mouth as if he was going to be raging pissed at her, instead he took an icy, steadying breath. Edgar chimed in, trying to save his floundering boss. "I don't suspect you'll listen to me, miss. But what he is trying to say is to be careful out there. You cross the wrong one and you only get one chance. It's an unforgiving world out there and most don't even realize it. I almost lost the misses to a vampire." It was almost an unfair advantage that humans had against superhuman creatures. Oliver nearly shot a glare at Edgar but decided to stay quiet on this one, the elder man was only trying to help. He probably did a better job explaining it than him anyways.

Exhaustion seemed to take over her, he could feel the way she loosened within his, steady, strong arms. He couldn't agree more when she asks to go home. She needed patching up and rest. He did up her seat belt when he placed her in the car and of course she has something to say about it. "Save your fiery spirit for tomorrow, I promise your time for doing your own seat belt isn't over." It was a damn piss poor attempt at a joke, but he tried all the same.

She spoke to Edgar, claiming she could take care of herself, even though she looked right out of a goddamn horror movie. As the blood began to cake onto her skin from drying, she might as well have come out from night of the living dead! He could hardly help the grumble that escaped him but kept his words to himself, this time. It was no easy feat either. She could hardly sit up in the vehicle, sagging against the car door in a way that could almost be described as pitiful. How he wished she just allowed him to take her to the damn hospital.

He leans back into his seat, breathing in clearing steadying breath, trying to release the tension that coiled throughout his entire body. His thoughts near consume him then before Miya's gentle voice reaches out in question. It didn't take much for that arrogant demeanor to flair to life. "I own and operate Burton International, in the east end." He said matter of fact. "I often have to work in the car and its much easier to have someone drive for me." With so many people relying on him, there wasn't often enough time when he wasn't working. It was probably why the bear within him so rioted against him. Being born a were, afforded you more control than the average were turned later. But since coming to Sacrosanct, he had been all kinds of out of control. Consistently pushing down the beast in order to keep everything from falling apart around him.

He wondered if it were possible to actually have a conversation when his own irritation didn't flare to life. "You said you were a doctor, what's your specialty?" He inquired, she was the most un-doctorly person he had ever known. Edgar was good at navigating those winding, confusing roads. He knew just where to cut through to avoid traffic and construction. A drive that could take an hour, at least, ended up only taking 35 minutes. He wasn't sure how he did it, but he managed it time and time again.

The vehicle began to slow, Edgar inquiring where to let them off at. Oliver peered outside his window, taking in the sights of the rundown buildings. One house had a window with its glass broken, it looked like it must have just happened too because they had covered it with a garbage bag, taped around the perimeter. There was also a very distinguishable smell assaulting his nostrils that he couldn't ignore. He could hardly imagine the woman walking around this area at night. It seemed like the perfect place for a drug deal to go wrong, or a gun fight to take place in the middle of the street. Edgar got out of the car, opening up Oliver's car door. Oliver slipped out with ease, closing the door behind him. He said something quietly to Edgar so Miya could hardly hear. He moved around the vehicle swiftly before helping the injured woman out. "Tell me where to go and I will help you. Then we will see to the extent of your wounds." There was no way he was going to simply leave her alone. No, not like this.