SAVAGE
MERCURIAL

Sam does not pause to analyse who this revolting trespasser might be. It held no immediate resemblance to Elodie as she had been when she'd fled out the window and so any thought that it was her had yet to materialise. When you're attacked a split moment after realising some thing is bursting back inside through you window, the who consideration takes a step back for later consideration.

As much as he'd hate to admit it, he had his back turned. He was watching Annalee walk out on him. The window behind him far from his thoughts, senses and attention. Well done Annalee, you served him up off guard like a true traitor. Did you set this up? Is the dagger bound for his back carrying your name? As this swiping punch connected with his exposed skin it sent him off his feet and crashing to the floor. He scrambled to get back up, fists clenched and fangs bared, in truth Sam hated to fight but there was no choice. Whatever this was clearly hadn't come here to talk.

It's not a student. If it was it was a new one he had yet to be introduced to. That was as far as he came, rising on his feet, quickly taking in this invader which somehow still did seem a bit familiar? Then darkness? Something went for it and... was that Timmy still stood in the door? Why hadn't he just run off?

Sam reared back, his wide open eyes going from the person stood in the light in the doorway to the creature seemingly mauled by darkness. The notion that he should grab Timmy and run them both to safety flickered through his mind but his feet didn't move. He wrapped his arms around himself, pain blossoming from his back. [i]Fuck[/i]. He was going to need to feed again tonight.

[Taking 1-Harm]