[i]“Francis était pas une passade, vous con!”[/i]

He knew very little French but he knew that by the way she said it, there was an insult somewhere aimed at him why she said it he had no idea but at least hell wasn't in her eyes anymore. Then came the unexpected answer, the reason why she had been so agitated with him knowing the name Francis. He could of never guessed, Francis and him were nothing more then tools to one each other though he did remember a meeting with a slight slip of the tongue where he said he had to return before his beloved worried. He cringed slightly at the mention that being a vampire was a second chance. It wasn't something he normally thought about it but he accepted what she said and slightly pondered if in that type of situation would he of chosen a life of immortality, if he would of become the creature he was during that moment still. 

"Oh well....," he started working his way out of his bewilderment before he switched back to being agitated but this time more with himself then Trixy ",FUCK! I told him to be careful with that shit!" the coffee cup he had been using shattered against the wall after he had thrown it. Another death to add to his conscious that was what it added to him.

He calmed himself quickly clearing his throat."I had no idea. Like I said we were loosely associates. Hell maybe tools to one another disposable," his said doubting he really could say anything to try and comfort her. As Trixy looked at her arm that shared his brightly colored name with the faded crossed out one of Francis's, he looked at his own.

His attention returned to Trixy when she gave him apology that horrified even himself. It clicked together even more now why she had been near tears with her fury filled eyes."You thought it could of been me who tore his heart out of his chest," he said. If that had been the case he would have to say the fate's were pretty cruel for such a thing ",I won't deny I had an extreme hatred toward your kind due to one of your taking my beloved Chloe away." He stopped for a brief pause. When had mentioning his first love pained him so much? He kept going though finally sitting down in the chair next to Trixy ",I wouldn't do that, not after Gévaudan." He looked down at the floor with guilt at the mention of the old village. In their first meeting he had gloated about what he was but that was a lie, he just wanted to scare her, get her away from him. He hated himself more then anything for what happened he lost control of the beast within and create what he had become. 

Changing his line of thought to something else an idea formed in his head and he lifted his gaze back to Trixy."You know, I could call in a few favors," he said ",To find the one who killed Francis. I know a few older wolves lets call them that who could do some digging around if this warg ever moved his turf to the new world." He wasn't sure how his future love --- [i]whoa Tholo stop right there ixnay on the ovelay[/i] ---, he meant Trixy, would react. He still had his stigma for vampires but murder was murder be it human, were, or vampire even if it happened centuries ago.