It could be said that the well-mannered girl was incapable of doing something wrong. Always she was well-behaved never causing a scene. She kept to herself. Made sure to keep herself under the radar to everyone. Attention was something she despised and having a flawed façade certainly didn't help her case. What had happened back at the restaurant during their lunch was something completely out of the ordinary. Everyone was human and she was allowed to have her own set of flaws. It could be said that the mistreatment she had endured caused the woman to be very careful how she acted around others. Knowing full well that if she went too far she could cause someone else harm. Even though she was abused she was still capable of holding onto a side of herself that no one had ever showed her, kindness. Though that kindness seemed to have a limit. She knew how to harm. Raven had the knowledge to torture anyone she wished through physical, emotional, or mental maltreatment. It was easy. It was simple. This was just another side of her, a protologism. Yet it was not something she wished to do to everyone, never wanting another to suffer as she did. Even though the patrons did not harm Tobi or say anything directly to him, she could not tolerate their dark stares or their venomous words under harsh whispers. Maybe it was out of loyalty to him or maybe it was simply her inability to tolerate the patrons any longer, but she had wanted to do something to put them in their place. Even though she did not know how to do it, the idea of their plates and silverware was an amusing through had popped in her mind, and then that though turned into action. How it happened she did not know, but she was intrigued to figure out just how in the world she did it. The young woman knew she would have to investigate further on her own, but for now she was with company, and she did not want to be alone again just yet.

As the two walked along the sidewalks in their vulnerable skin, her step in line with his, but she remained just a few inches behind. He was not her Alpha, but she was aware that he preferred to be first all the time. While they headed for the West they would come across others walking and always when they were near a male of any age she would shrink back. Sometimes her form would press into his side, shivering slightly when the approaching male would past her other side, and only when they passed that individual she would give him space once more. Males could not be trusted. Males were the ones that always harmed her allowing the females to follow suit. Though she had learned to trust Tobi. It took time, and there was still much to learn, but she was willing to with him. As they reached the Devil's Den the stench of Lucian was faint. He had not been around for so long and she wondered why she continued to work for him and keep the store afloat. The mundane tasks were nice and the extra cash flow was great, but a small part of her felt like she had somewhat of a purpose. Within her pack she was nothing. Within those walls she was a simple front desk clerk/manager, always making sure everything was running smoothly. Though she couldn't keep it up much longer. Lucian's bank loaners would come knocking for money and without him around the place would be shut down and closed once more and all the stock be taken away. It did not bother her whether Lucian lost his business or not, but she would lose a sense of feeling needed, and that would be a difficult thing to replace. Opening the door to the empty shop, having closed it for the day, she quietly shut and locked it as soon as Tobi came in.

Knowing the boy would follow her she would head for the second level. As they walked along the catwalk she would lead the duo towards the kitchen. Standing on the tip of her toes, she stretched as far as she could her black hoodie lifting upwards slightly to reveal pieces of scarred pale and colored flesh. Grabbing the side of the first-aid kit she would fall back to the balls of her feet, placing the white box on top of the counter. Sliding the locks and flipping the lid, she would begin to browse through its contents taking out a small blue tube. Turning around to face him, she would place both hands on either side of her, as she leapt and pulled herself to sit on the edge of the counter. Uncapping the lid and squeezing a soft white cream out from the blue tube, she would give the boy a kind smile, speaking gingerly.

"Is it okay if I touch your neck? I promise you, if I put the cream on, you won't feel your collar being...scratchy."

She did not want to get bitten like last time. Now that she was sitting at a level that would allow her an easier reach to his neck she would sit patiently until he came forward, hoping he would trust her again.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven