@Ace of flames01
Emotional mess.

It was a complete mess and Dorian couldn't understand why! Their relationship had gone sour ever since that kiss, now he was beginning to wonder what it was they had before that. He didn't know what to do, it all felt jumbled. A twisted mix of push and pull, an agitating frustration coming from confusion.
Dorian could woo the panties off a good Christian girl right in front of her soul mate husband, but he couldn't connect with or understand his own soulmate.
Just what was he doing!
Protecting her.

Dorian remained stoic during Saoirse surprising out burst, it took iron will not to respond but he knew as the anger, frustration and hurt swelled in his stomach that anything he would say could only make things worse.
As Saoirse left Dorian's hand found a nearby vase on a tables edge, possible an antique. As Saoirse began to scream the vase found itself in pieces after violently crashing against the wall.

Dorian hadn't had a person to care for in a long time, and now that he did and she was in danger, it scared him.
He focused on the danger side of things retreating into the basement with much of his luggage and suitcases.
It was getting late, he would have to brave her again soon as they would need to go get supper. Until then the familiar if not tedious repetition of checking inventory stock and cleaning his things would calm and settle his mind like a bout of deep meditation. Maybe then he would find the right words to say to her.

@Dark Light

It was getting late and Saoirse had made no progress in trying to understand what she did wrong. She tossed and turned on the bed uncomfortably, to the point where it was frustrating. Saoirse needed some fresh air and to get her mind of everything.

Saoirse opened her large bedroom window and leapt outside, reverting to her wolf form mid-leap. She recalibrated herself and stretched a bit, then took off into a full sprint into the surrounding woodlands. The all too familiar feeling of the run rushed back to her, filling her with joy.

In a mere half hour, Saoirse had made a great distance from the manor. This pleased her as she decided to take a break before heading back. She sprawled herself out on her back on the ground and tried to catch her breath as she watched the first few stars appear in the sky. She smiled happily unable to contain her happiness. Saoirse, though she was in her human form, sounded exactly like a wolf as she howled into the night sky, releasing that bottled up happiness. She laughed a bit then returned to the manor, before Dorian could notice that she was ever even gone.

Saoirse crawled through her bedroom window and shut it behind her as she tried to catch her breath. She then got a change of clothes and headed straight for the nearest bathroom. She stripped down and entered the warm shower, then exhaled deeply, relaxing instantly. For what felt like the longest time, she just stood there soaking in the warm shower as the water streamed down her small, thin body, before finally turning off the water, changed into her clothes, returned to her room, and fell back onto her bed. She looked out her bedroom window longingly as the sky grew dark and was replaced by the light of the Moon and stars.

Her room was also dark except for the beam of moonlight that projected onto Saoirse's body, illuminating her pale skin with a gentle, pale, glow, turning her skin practically to the color of snow.

In her solitary, she remembered a melody from long ago. When she thought nobody was listening, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and sang, the words echoed through her mind and out her mouth, breaking the silence that befell the manor. The words she sang were from a long forgotten language that was no longer spoke by man. As she sang, she slowly sat up and walked over to the window, staring at the moon, acting as if she were in a trance. When she finished singing, she immediately snapped back to her senses, blinking a few times, confused ever so slightly as tears ran down her cheeks. She remembered the feeling of a mother's love and warmth embrace her like a warm hug. For the longest time, Saoirse just stood there, her eyes stretched wide, tears flowing heavily, and her mouth open ever so slightly as if she was going to say something, yet remained silent as fragments of forgotten memories of her mother resurfaced from the depths of darkness in her mind. She clasped the glowing pendant around her neck and closed her eyes, letting whatever memories surface flood her mind. "Mother..." She breathed her voice barely audible as silence engulfed the manor once more.

@Dark Light

email

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Dorian it's me Itsuji

I think I will.

I will bring the requirements and set it up.

See you there

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End of email

@BlackPanther

"Wow, so you are like Jose and his family. Born this way. " Manu hummed thinking how it may have been if he was born like a were. He couldnt picture it. Manu breathed deeply in, he felt like sharing. Allowing himself to do telling himself it because this was a one time thing. No harm could be done.

"My origin story is different. " He spoke, finding his voice more silent then usually. "I was born a simple human. No magic, no powers. So easily to die." He grinned at that, but it was a fake grin. "You have no idea how close you were to have that damn name written with ink crossed out. Dead before meet." His hand went to grabs Abels hand looking at the name written there. His own name. One finger traced the letters, a frown on his face. "I know which color it is... when that happens. And I hate it. " He shock his head as if distracting himself.

"To cut it short, because you sure do not want to hear such a thing on our date thingy. I was stupid and stubborn, went where I shouldnt have. Was saved, but turned. That was a bit less then a year ago. And thats my origin story." Manu spoke, letting go of Abels hand and instead stretching his arms over his head.

@Ace of flames01
Amends

The tatter of gentle rapping upon Saoirse's door broke the still silence.
"Saoirse" Dorian's cautious voice called out.
"There is food downstairs infront of the fireplace, if you are sleeping or too tired to join me I will leave you some in the fridge."
He knew she must be hungry by now but was offering her an easy out if she wished to avoid him still further.
It wasn't long after his footsteps faded that the soft crackling of fresh flames serenaded the silence and a warm welcoming aroma of Chinese food filled the air.

Dorian sat patiently before the wide variety of food waiting and hoping to be joined.

Email:

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To: Antagonist for hire
Subject: Job for you.

Dear AFH,

Your reputation has preceded you.
Through that, I, a representative of a highly funded organisation, have a lucrative business opportunity that may be well within your skill sets and interests.

As a corporate figure we expect you to understand and respect the anonymity of the situation.
We do not require or need to know your name or personal details nor you ours. Any attempts at prying or to do so otherwise will cause the immediate cease of all communications and freezing of any and all funding.

Should the misfortunate happen, we accept no responsibility nor attachment to your actions or events and will offer no remuneration or subsidies in the event of.

$5,000 American dollars has been transferred into your account as a display of good faith. Further deposits will be made accordingly with results.

The task at hand is to locate, surveil, engage and retrieve information from the given target. You must at all times keep the nature and intentions of your relationship a secret and never let it be know of our communication.
Further monetary values and tasks will be given upon completion of the mission. Strictly no contact is to be made until then.

The said target suddenly and unexpectedly fled. Last expected location Ouster bay, NewYork.
The rest is up to you.
On top of all else find out why the sudden departure. It would please your employer greatly.

Regards

The representative.

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'Attachment:'

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Target
Name: Saoirse
(pronunciation- see-er-sha)

Age: 25

Gender: female

Height: 5'3.5"

Weight: 110 lbs

Appearance/Looks:

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Email end:

@Dark Light

Saoirse sighed heavily as she heard Dorian speak and caught wind of the scent of food. He was trying to make amends with her. While she was no longer angry, confusion for his actions earlier still remained. However she pushed her confusion to the back of her mind. She knew that when the time was right those answers would present themselves. Until then she decided to enjoy his company and join him.

Her pace was steady and her footsteps were silent. She wore nothing but a noodle strap camisole, a pair of sweat pants and was bare foot, the pendant around her neck aglow.

Saoirse greeted her soulmate with a warm and gentle smile, her eyes matched her smile, as she made eye contact with him. "Thank you for the meal." She said gently, surprisingly acting as if the events prior never had actually happened. She prepared a small plate of food then sat on the sill of the fire place. She ate slowly and silently, eating very little out the habit of rationing, as she watched the fire, bathing herself in the warm yellow glow. She was used to eating alone, a habit that would eventually die hard.

@Ace of flames01

Dorians choice of food proved his knowledge was not infinite. Clearly not the type of man to depend on cold leftovers, the only other possible explanation for the exuberant excess and variety of food was short of feeding at least another three hidden adults was that he was trying to cover his uncertainty of a lycan's appetite. Possibly also ensuring he had a pleasing dish as to not further foul Saroise's mood.

He let her eat in silence for a short time, he simply admired the flickering light dancing upon her skin when he could casually sneak a glance.
"That necklace must be special to you." he remarks.
It's quite beautiful.

Having finished his bowl Dorian leans over the table to uncork a bottle of red wine, he pours himself a glass with the expert etiquette seen back at the ball. He motions towards her glass and awaits a signal to pour or not. After that he admires the wine like a true connoisseur, bringing the glass just before his lips and enjoying the fragrance as it swirls around along the crystal.

This seemed to give him a joy not yet seen before. A simple pleasure.

@TalijaKey
Abel studies him and tults his head. "A year huh?" He gently squeezes manu's hand. "If you need help with anything...I'm here" he gives a gentle smile and they continue walking. His thoughts go back to Jose...most likely the one who turned Manu...also the one Manu favors. He shoves the thoughts aside. He wants to make memories and he can't make happy ones if he keeps going there in his thoughts. "So...how long are you visiting here?" The main part being how long does he have to be with Manu. That is until he buys a plane ticket and flow him because sometimes he's stubborn. He doesn't mention that idea though. Maybe he could convince him to stay...or maybe they could both go to Texas. That's a nice thought....all the open space...it would be really nice.

@Dark Light

"Ah, yes. Thank you. It was the only possession I had, aside from the clothes on my back, on the day I 'woke up'.... I think... I think it was my mother's." Saoirse replied as she set down her plate and leaned against the frame of the fireplace. Her hand lightly grazed her neck until her hand found the pendant. She noticed Dorian offer her a drink. "No, thank you. I have found that I can't tolerant alcohol." Her voice was polite and remained gentle.

Another long period of silence. "Do you... Still love your wife? Do you... miss her?" Saoirse finally said. She then paused realizing she may have struck on a sensitive subject. "Sorry... You don't have to talk about it. I'm pretty dumb and insensitive, aren't I?" She laughed nervously then smiled weakly, her gaze never leaving the fire. In all honesty, she didn't want to talk about it either, as she found the topic painful to bring up, and hoped that he would ignore her questions.

@Ace of flames01
As much as he didn't want to talk about it he felt compelled to answer her honestly, as if saying nothing would be a lie. So he spoke when he shouldn't have. Trying to make the truth as least painful as possible.

"yes" he replied solemnly. "I took a vow to love her unconditionally. They were not empty words, words that were not reliant or dependant upon her name written on my wrist. Unfortunately she did not feel the same way."

There was a dull empty silence after his words, it hung awkwardly in the air. Finally it broke as he asked.
"the day you woke?"
His interest seemingly more in killing the silence then her possible answer.

@Dark Light

His words hurt her, like a knife stabbing her in the chest and ripping her heart out. "I-I see... I see... So then why...? Why kiss me and comfort me and take me from my home, promising to protect me...? What am I to you? Some sort of sex toy? Like that woman at the airport? You are so damn cruel, you know that?" Saoirse whispered, her voice barely audible yet it was easy to tell that she was hurt as she turned away from him and towards the fire. If he could see her face, he'd know that she was on the verge of tears, yet not a single tear welled in her eyes, rather her eyes looked glazed over and empty.

There was another period of silence. "The day I could finally remember. My earliest memory." She replied a little louder, grasping her pendant a little tighter. Her presence became strangely nonexistent, like she was but a mere empty shell. She felt used, like she was nothing but a mere object for Dorian's pleasure and he was using his name as an excuse to keep her around until he was no longer interested in her or she was of no use to him.

@Ace of flames01

Had he not done what he was asked, was the truth and honesty not better then a foundation of lies.
Dorian heard the sorrow in her voice but knew not how to comfort it, for in all his memories of his wife he still loved her. She had done no wrong by him besides following the misdirecting path set out for her by fate. Thinking about her made him realise how long it had been since he had seen her.
Years now.

Dorian decided to push the conversation no further, the awkwardness left a sympathetic sickly feeling in his gut. He would give her alone time.

"I'm sorry" was all he said as he stood and made his way to his room. Even though the words were deep and powerful they didn't seem enough. She could be his last chance at happiness and all he had brought her was misery.
Once half undressed and near his bed he examined her butchered name in his tortured flesh amongst the others. Maybe this is why it was so difficult, maybe it would never work for them. Maybe he truly was supposed to 'clean' her soul from the system. These thoughts would trouble him all night and it would be restless as time after time he recalls his inability to kill her and ponders over all the mistakes he had made.

"Why?" He whispers into the cold dark night. "Why...?"

@BlackPanther

Jaze watches as the man shrugs, he starts walking away explaining he needs to change his clothes. Jaze follows Astley to the front desk, he turns to her, "If you don't mind waiting a few minutes, I'm going to change out. I don't want to walk around in scrubs all day." Jaze smiles back at him, "Of course, that's fine!" Astley walks off to go change his clothes and Jaze is left standing at the front desk. She looks after him longingly, hoping the impression she's made so far isn't completely terrible. She breaks her gaze as Astley moves out of sight and finds a chair nearby. Wow... Isn't he handsome? I can't believe his beautiful blue eyes... Jaze laughs silently. Okay, honestly even I'm impressed. We've got a good one here for sure. Jaze brings her eyes up to the clock on the wall not wanting to wait, but knowing that if she has waited this long, she can wait a few minutes more.

@Willow Breeze
Astley comes back out a few minutes later. His steps rushed as he goes to his soulmate. His outfit showing he prefers to be comfortable...with a blue t shirt jeans and the same sneakers he was wearing...it's definitly obvious. What can be barely noticeable is the flask in his left pocket. Within it, blood, in case he feels the need for it....though people would probably assume it has alcohol and assume he is an alcoholic. He waves to Sarah and offers his hand to Jaze. "I want to know everything about you...so I propose a walk" he smiles. In his head he is more curious as to if she is fulky human....and if he could accidentally hurt her. A fear he has had ever since he was younger and the name had appeared.

@Dark Light

Saoirse sighed deeply as she cleaned her plate in the kitchen sink. She needed some air, so she then went outside, breathing in the cold night air. Suddenly, Saoirse felt the back of her neck struck firmly by an unseen force. Her vision quickly blurred and everything faded to darkness.

When Saoirse awoke, she found herself in some sort of wearhouse. Dazed, she tried to move but couldn't. Suddenly, she felt a sudden wave of pain shoot through her body. Her scream sounded like something similar to a dying animal. Her eyes looked down to see a large blade, going in through her back and out her chest, only a few millimeters from touching the ground, impaled through her chest just inches between her heart and her lungs, a gunshot wound in her leg, several bruises and cuts etched deep into her body, and tight rope restraints on her wrists, ankles and neck, like a noose. She was drenched in sweat and her own blood.

"Welcome back, sleeping beauty. It's been a almost 4 days since I knocked you out. I must say that I quite surprised that your precious soulmate hasn't found you yet. Or at the very least, called the police." A woman said appearing from the shadows.

Saoirse smiled then laughed. "Him? He doesn't give a damn about me. I'm just a sex toy to him. Your wasting your time, you damn bitch, he won't come to rescue me. You might as well just blow my brains out now." She grunted, her tone was fearless.

The woman smiled then kicked Saoirse in the head to silence her. "oh really? We'll see about that, won't we? Now. Say cheese!" The woman replied turning on a bright light over Saoirse then taking a picture of her with Saoirse's phone. Then picture showed every detail, every single injury her kidnapper inflicted on her body. She then sent the picture to Dorian with the message that read: "Guess who~! ;)". The woman then proceeded to destroy Saoirse's phone so she couldn't be tracked.

The woman glanced back at Saoirse and smirked. "I wouldn't fall asleep if I were you, sweet heart. Cause if you do, you won't be waking up again." She said referring to the noose around Saoirse's neck, then disappeared, showing no signs of her ever returning.

Saoirse's name on Dorian's arm had already started to heal during the last 4 days that she had went missing, but now it seemed that it was healing faster than ever.

@Ace of flames01
An unexpected alliance


The cylinder of Dorians revolver spins wildly as bullets burst out the barrel and thunder down the street. People begin screaming and shouting as panic ensues. From the frantic chaos a large white wolf emerges from the crowd as it lunges onto a car and then bounces off leaping straight at Dorian.

The wolf was defiantly large and powerful, moving with surprising speed. The trickle of red blood stained his white fur but that meant nothing as he landed heavily onto Dorians chest and viscously sunk his teeth into his shoulder.
Dorian let out a loud yell as blood poured out beneath the beasts bite.
"My suit! You bastard!
The wolf growled as it shook its head ferociously making the wound worse but never even loosening its grasp.

Dorian desperately threw punches at the beasts head to no avail, it had no impact what-so-ever. His breaths struggled under the weight of the creature on his chest. His gun clicked with empty chambers and his left arm grew numb from the bite.
'Maybe this was it, killed by his own brother. Killed by a wolf. A wolf just like Saoirse'.
It was as if just thinking about her made the image appear on his phone. It lay beside his head and vibrated as a horrid image appeared upon the cracked screen splattered with blood.

"Stop this!" he roared at the animal flicking his legs up around its waist. In a sudden blur his thumb darted into the creatures eye then wrapped around its head as his fingers slipped into his own wound, wriggling through torn muscle, to get under the beasts teeth.
Dorians legs twisted to the left while his torso and arm, using leverage of the beast, twisted to the right.

Eventually he found the strength to free his shoulder. He turned his own head away as the wolfs open gaping jaw was brought before his face. He could feel its paws frantically scratching at anything they could get a hold of. Dorian quickly brings up his left hand to get a firm hold of the wolfs bottom jaw and accentuates the unnatural twist he was imposing on the creature.

"Ok! Ok!" A very human muffled voice yells at Dorian. Clay lay naked on his side between Dorians legs as Dorian twisted his head the other way by means of his hands in his mouth. Dorian was so desperately putting in effort and thinking of Saoirse he hadn't even noticed Clay revert to human form.

"Just get in the car!" Dorian had won but his flat words did not reflect victory. He follows Clays keen eyes to the phone. 'So that's why he gave up.' The thought was both relieving and disturbing. Clay would help because what they were doing to another wolf was wrong. But without proof or incentive Clay would rather, and almost did, have his spine dislocated and destroyed instead of just talking to his brother.
Stubbornness was a trait expected of the Radshaw family but Clay took it to a whole another level.

On cue the fancy black Mercedes swung around through the carnage they had just caused and the back door flung open. The two bloody brothers sulked into the backseats and never talked to each other or dared attend their wounds incase the other would feel some resemblance of victory. The drive seemed to take for ever, a heavy tension filled the air but both to weak to cut it. Finally they arrived back at the manor.

Much to Dorians disapproval Clay prepared himself in and used Saoirse room. 'I need to get familiar with her scent.' Is all he had to say.
The butler bounced between both men helping them shower, tend to injuries, clean and stitch wounds, dress in Dorians cloths.
Dorian knew little of the silver moustached old man except that he worked and belonged to the supernatural council. None the less since Saoirse's disappearance he had proved more then useful.

Eventually, when Clay had brutalised one of Dorians dress shirts to make it fit his muscles, he went outside and began to pick up the scents that they would follow. His keen eyes following hints of the tracks as well as his nose.

@Dark Light

A few hours had passed since her kidnapper had disappeared and Saoirse's vision had already started to blur, she had slowly bled out and it was now starting to catch up with her. She was going to loose consciousness eventually and when that happened, she would choke to death; her noose had to be removed and quickly.

Using every ounce of will power in her body, Saoirse leaned forward as far as she could towards the ground, pushing some of the silver blade out of her back; more blood gushed out from her back and chest. The blade made a quiet hissing noise as burns started to rapidly appear and grow on Saoirse's chest and back. They pain was indescribable, she desprately wanted to scream but she couldn't stop. She raised her arms up, pressing her rope restraints against the blade. Slowly but surely, she managed to cut away at her restraints.

She could barely make out shapes by the time her hands were finally free, as she felt her neck for the noose. Once she found it, Saoirse pulled it off of her neck. She tried to stand up, her mind reeled, then she collapsed on her side; the blade, still protruding from her chest, pressed against firmly against her heart and lung. Saoirse had to keep trying. She stood up again and again, each time moving a few steps closer to the exit, and each time falling into a puddle of her own blood as she continued to bleed out and worsen her injuries by repeatedly standing and falling. The only thing keeping her awake, the only thing keeping her alive, was the pain and the thought of Darian as she inched closer to him.

@Ace of flames01

Once arriving at the warehouse Dorian didn't need Clay's nose to confirm it, he knew it! Saoirse was there, he could feel it.
Before the sleek car had even stopped Dorian burst out of the door and charged toward the building.
It was no coincidence she had been taken, it was no coincidence she was still alive. He didn't need a lycans nose to smell a trap but Dorian didn't care.

The clutching pain and rage in his heavy chest had already started to suck the colour from the edge of his irises. There would be literal hell to pay for this. He spotted her limp body fall to the floor, his heart sank as he found new reserves of energy to run harder and faster.
Seconds later Dorian came to a skidding halt at her side on his knees, tearing up his pants in the process.

"Saoirse, Saoirse" Dorian desperately pleaded as he looked over her wounds and cupped her face searching for recognition.
Dorians eyes were filled with a deep horror and fear.

"You need to remove that silver bar."
Clayton's deep gruff voice came from behind Dorian as he approached the scene.
"She might bleed out!" Dorian replied frantically.
"She can't heal with it in there!"
Clay calmly responded with confident words cutting his younger brother short.

Dorian hesitated as he fussed over Saoirse, kissing her forehead and holding her hand, whispering assurances into her ear.
Clay stepped over the two of them and in one motion clasped the silver rod and pulled it clean from her body, sending it clanking across the floor. The sound ringing throughout the room.

"What the fuck!" Dorian yells at his brother as he desperately tries to clasp down on the wound and stop the blood flow. Clay offers him the borrowed tattered shirt which Dorian tears into two and scrunched up on each side of the hole, tying it in place with his own shirt off his back.
His tie covered another deep scratch while his jacket was wrapped around her for warmth.

Dorian gently lifts her, cradling her tight as he begins walking back to the car.

@Dark Light

Saoirse was in a daze, her eyes were glazed over and were constantly wandering, unable to focus on one thing. However, she could hear him and smell his scent, along with the scent of another wolf. She eventually felt his touch against her cheek. She leaned her head against Dorian's hands. Finally, Saoirse managed to focus him; she smiled weakly. Suddenly, a wave of pain tore through her chest, a broken scream of pain followed. After the pain subsided, Saoirse was left gasping for air. A sudden memory of what Dorian said when they first arrived at the manor, followed by a memory of the security guard, flashed in her mind. She finally understood why Dorian had the scent of jealousy.

"I-I'm sorry.... I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you mad... Nngh! I should have noticed it sooner... Back... At the airport... The reason I was stopped... There was a metal wire in my bra..." Saoirse murmered, her voice was quiet and hoarse, desperately fighting to stay awake; her laugh sounded dry and weak. "The guard... Noticed the hicky on my neck.... He asked me... If my husband gave it to me... I was so embarrassed... He told me about how his wife hates it when she gets those.... I laughed and told him 'No he isn't my husband... Probably never will be... But... That's OK...' Nngh! 'I... I am happy with how things are already... He's so kind... And gentle... And warm.... To me... He makes me feel like the happiest and luckiest.... person in the whole world. And nothing could ever change that.' He smiled and asked if you were the man I was referring to.... I smiled proudly and said yes. He told me to make sure that he knows just how much you care... and love him.... Because men like that are only once in a lifetime..." Saoirse closed her eyes and smiled happily as she held Dorian's hand over her heart, pressing it firmly against her chest. "I will always... Be loyal... To you... Dorian... I promise... I promise... So... Don't cry... Don't cry... I was born to last... OK...? So no more crying...." Her voice slowly faded away, becoming softer... And softer... Until it stopped altogether and her body fell limp. He breath and her heartbeat was slow, practically nonexistent, as her mind reeled and slipped into unconsciousness.

When Saoirse finally reawoke, she was back in her bedroom. She slowly sat up, wincing, her entire body was sore and felt like hell. She blinked slowly and combed her fingers through her hair, then scratched the back of her head as she looked around her room, trying to figure out where she was. "I'm back home... I wonder how long I was out..." She thought silently.