[@2b3heart] Blood relaxed his stance and sighed, returning his arms to his sides. "Truth be told, I'm not entirely sure. These things are experimental, and I'm pretty sure they made mine tougher than most. Oh well..works for me." He replied, flipping the visor up on his helmet, he crouched down so he would be partially eye level with her.

"The Alpha? Bah! Since when do vampires rule over werewolves? I mean...I know your multiple kinds of fucked up...in an insanely powerful and kick ass way. But that means fuck all!" He shouted.

He jerked his thumb towards himself, "Me? I used to be a normal human being, working for the Orginization dedicated my life to those backstabbing little bastards...Oh what I wouldn't give to be able to rip them all to shreds..". He blinked "Oh..right. Anyway. I volunteered for a 'super soldier program', be the best killing machine ever they said, a few tests they said. Next thing I knew I was turned, strapped to an operating table, and carved on like a fucking thanksgiving turkey. I endured the pain, harnessed it, grew immune to it. Eventually I got fed up with it, they had modified me far beyond my once human self. I busted my ass out and slaughtered the entire facility, my 'Alpha's'. And ya know what? I'd do it again, multiple times, in a row, for fucking funsies."

He stared at her, noticing her expression. "And if he doesn't want you? Even more of a reason to ditch his ass and stab him in the back! Can't be bothered to look after his toys? He doesn't fucking deserve 'em!" He stood, offering her his hand to pull her up "Now, you with me or nah?" He asked her, staring down at her.