Oliver Burton

Chizue seemed entirely lost to haunted memories, wandering ghosts plaguing her mind as she held the first aid kit within her slender fingertips. The petite woman so stammering over her own words as if seeking for the right ones that wanted to flee from from her all the same, that frown overtaking her features. Concern crossed his stern features, the desire to keep her safe potent fueled by some innate desire from the animal that lingered beneath his skin. "She could not keep you safe?" His biggest fear, slammed to the forefront of his mind. That no matter how much wealth and power he accumulated he would be unable to keep the ones underneath his protection safe. If a leader could not keep those, he cared about safe, were they truly fit to lead? Did they truly deserve that power? Those thoughts alone were for Oliver to contemplate, a rough sigh escaped him. Bad things happened to good people; it was unavoidable in this tainted world. But those few under his protection, his sister, for now, Chizue, he would go at lengths to keep them unharmed. "At the very least your tormentor will not be there to bother you. I can have my people look into this discreetly. if it would make you feel safer.." That offer sincere although he suspected she would object all the same. She had not even told him her name and here he was offering his indirect protection. Many would have considered it strong, but for some reason that bear had chosen her to keep safe. He hardly knew what had triggered it, perhaps it was something in her demenour, that sweet way she could care about a perfect stranger. His jaw clenched in thought, his warm nutmeg hued eyes landed upon her, an unspoken intense determination laced within his stare. There was something vulnerable, tormented within the vampire that made him desire to comfort her and yet he said nothing more of it. The longer he remained human, the semblance of control returning to him.

It would seem it hardly mattered now. The businessman had executed that vengeance, which even though she was free from that warlock, the trauma of witnessing it was clearly too much. He had lost control... and that was solely upon him and his own neglect to keep that animal side sated and repressed. Surely that left a negative impression upon her mind all. Even now, she seemed to placate him, repressing her own thoughts on the matter. His gaze shifted to the movement of her tucking a strand of hair behind her hear, that gesture almost nervous but the woman elaborated on that situation. He could hardy help that rumbling of a growl which stirred from deep within his chest, a sound far more animal than man. "Do you have a name of the coven?" he questioned the meek woman, was she always like this? At the best of times, he was overbearing, running a company had only set him in his dominant ways. He was used to telling people what to do. Leaving very little to question. Always finding a way to obtain exactly what he wanted. Very few people told him no, because he was in that position to not allow nor accept it. Nor was he one for apologies. Yet, in that very moment, looking upon the fragile woman, that utterance the words had escaped him all the same. It meant very little other than a weak smile that was probably only out of politeness, for his benefit alone. It was the pain from his wound that drew his attention from her.

It was evident that no matter how much they seemed to ignore the problem, the man was injured and that pain could not be hidden any longer. That pulsing sharpness seemed worsened by every passing moment he ignored it. He stood, keeping the weight off of the injured leg, unable to reach the full height of his towering form, his breathing appearing just a little more labored. She must have been able to hear the way his heartbeat accelerated even as he tried to hide that pain from her, but despite being a vampire she was hardly predatory. How curious. She was hardly like her vampire counterparts, not in the least, she was far more timid, like a doe.. delicate and skittish.

The man nothing but stoic in the face of pain. That agitating discomfort caused his patience to wear thin. No doctors, in this he was firm. Perhaps a little too firm. She was hardly deserving of it, considering the evening she had. She visibly shrunk beneath those too forceful words at denying medical care. That trail he kept all but minimal. He drew in a sharp breath in a bid for composure, attempting to keep his voice softer even as it grated from pain. What he would have given to sit.. but that action alone would have been far more painful to bear while that bullet remained. He inquired her help and with a little coaxing she so agreed. In that moment, Oliver needed her. Despite being unsure of herself, she was willing to try. He hardly wished to rouse Edgar and his wife from their slumber to come to his aid. That explanation was something he had wanted to avoid at all costs. Chizue took a tentative step forward clinging to the first aid kit for dear life, a slight bob of her head offered in a simple nod. Her words despite their agreeance was flooded by doubt.

The unsure woman suddenly blushed, that hue could not be ignored as her wide eyes glanced at him. Was she.... Checking him out? He held that pillow firmly in place to attempt to save her from more embarrassment. Surely, she had seen a naked man before. Or perhaps she was just shy. This situation was hardly normal. "You can do this.. I have all the faith in you... you guarded those papers with your life. I will.... Guide you through it as best I can." That rare but genuine assurance uttered from him, his voice taking on a far more gentle tone. He did need her help after all, he couldn't have her shaking as she tried to dig out that blade lodged within his flesh.

That game plan had been set, spoke and in place as she dug through her medical kit that was placed upon the coffee table. In but a moment, she pulled a pair of tweezers from its confines. They should be long enough, he contemplated. If she could help remove that bullet his super human healing could take care of the rest. He was hardly worried, probably less than he should have. At the very least it wasn't silver. The healing would have set him back days rather than a good night's sleep, not to mention that pain would have been far worse. His assurances had seemed to be idly batted away after his insistence that he would make this right, her apartment had been in shambles thanks to him, it was truly the least he could do. A frown carved its way upon his masculine features, she could reject that offer all she wanted, he wouldn't take no for an answer. "I have a guy who will take care of it for you at your earliest convenience. I will leave you with my personal contact as well as the office. It is no problem at all... all I ask is that you don't explain... how the damage occurred." He had kept his work life private, his business consisting of predominantly ignorant humans who hardly knew what he was. He wanted to keep it that way for reasons of his own. Surely, she would understand.

His gaze fell upon the tweezers with a wariness, it was no secret it would be painful, her quiet voice uttering just that. "Lovely.." His lips turned into a grim hard line as she maneuvered herself to his wounded side. She carefully examined that bullet hole and he already anticipated that pain that would soon follow. His body tensing, muscles flexing as if bracing for it all the same. His fingers dug into that plush pillow concealing his manhood as she lowered to the ground so that he appeared before him on her knees. He could hardly help the thoughts that entered his mind then, apparently not immune to a beautiful woman in such a position. She was beautiful, he had already known it.. but this moment has his mind so drifted to those less than pure thoughts. A sudden flash of desire seemed to flash behind his eyes then. He then shook his head as if to rid the feeling. He knew better and far more disciplined than this. Knowing what was sure to come forced that urge away, enough to clear his mind to a semblance of focus. "Please." His English accented words seemed heavier than before, turning his head away, the sight of blood hardly bothering him but it wasn't every day someone dug a bullet out your flesh. There were some things that were best not seen.

"Don't stop no matter what I say." One way or another that bullet would come out, better by the tender, delicate hands of Chizue than the brusque hands of his own. " I want you to place your hand here and pull the skin taut. He captured her small hand in his own placing her hand just below the wound upon his upper outer thigh.