She did not appreciate him touching her. In fact, she didn't appreciate anyone doing such a thing. For too long she was used to others carving different scars with her pale flesh, each one serving as a reminder for whatever wrong she did. Whether she deserved such punishment or not, was not something for her to judge, but from those that thought to do such a thing. She was not proud of them, she attempted to keep them covered as best as she could. Having those scars and bite marks only made it much more difficult to hide what she truly was. Hiding this side of her was difficult. She was use to the questions, always trying to shove them off and ignore them. Always she would tilt her head to the side, allowing her golden curls to cover her shredded face, if only to shield herself from the gawking awkward stares. It was not easy being alone nor was it something she enjoyed. Always she was trapped, trapped underneath someone else. It was natural for her to seek that, not necessary entrapment, but control from another. She was used to being obedient, condition to do so. It was that animalistic need to be, it was a sense of comfort and familiarity. Yet she craved that chance to be self-independent if only for a little while. She was quite capable of understanding when she should not act so reckless, but it was new found pride that kept her from acting complainant and quiet. Such a good example was the fact she did indeed slap the vampire's face. Blue-grey eyes glared into his own deep blue eyes not flinching one bit. The hair on the back of her neck stood up when she noticed his fangs coming out, pink lips pulled back, half way to show her own teeth giving him a warning. Her voice remained steady, but that darkened tone couldn't hide how she felt about him overall.



"If I needed saving, I would have asked, but as you can see...I'm still alive."



She would only break the intense gaze when she heard the half-naked boy snicker and speak. Slowly she would turn her head, giving him a devious smirk, finding some amusement in his words. Whether he was referring to her being a bitch, or he was actually speaking the phrase correctly, didn't necessary matter and she didn't even think about which one he truly meant. It was funny to hear such a thing. Quietly she watched the two males discuss, one showing the photo of a young boy, while the other spoke about hearing the panther. Unsure if the WereLeopard was content to hear the answer or not, only puzzled her as he slipped the photo back in his pocket. As the annoying blood-sucker realized his presence was unappreciated and unnecessary, take his leave, his last comment must have confused the boy beside her. Turning her head her voice wasn't as harsh as before, rather it returned back to that normal gentle sound.



"He was kidding...he's not really going to eat the fish."



How the boy got confused, she wasn't sure, but she now knew he clearly couldn't understand sarcasm. As his dark eyes landed back on her she just stared back, wondering if he was just going to run and take the information the vampire gave or just order her to leave. After the night she had with him she was ready to go. The need to belong was something she craved, and she had the feeling that she wasn't wanted any longer. Yet she was willing to try, at least one more time. All she really wanted was a chance, a chance to be useful for someone, a chance to be needed. She craved that sense of belonging somewhere, if her pack wasn't capable of protecting her or making her feel like she was useful, then she would find her own- somewhere. It was natural for lone wolves in the wild to die off if they were not within a pack, the ability to survive harsh environments was rare. And so too was it for a Were, of any type that needed to be in a social group, it was best to be in numbers than be alone. As he approached her, she would stand her ground a bit firmer, as he brushed past her, she would barely move, standing solid as a rock as he headed in the opposite direction.



"I was only being nice."

Her voice was quite soft as she tilted her head down, long curly hair hiding her eyes. She was hurt, by his actions and words. It was never a good feeling being rejected. Especially when she was attempting to do something that would at least gain her an inch to being needed. Painful memories started to creep their way into her head. The low snarl as the larger male chased her through the house, hearing his thundering voice express disappointment and calling her a failure. Being left to stand in a dark room during the full moon, incapable of bonding with those of her own age. When it came to hunts, never was she invited to tag along, always she was chased away. Ridiculed for her unique markings, and her inability to function properly like a tamed wolf. Her feral mind causing her to be a pariah to her own pack. Packs were meant to be supportive, they were supposed to teach and all she received was dejection. Biting her lip, the overwhelming feeling of being rejected only grew, and the need to run away from the pain was growing more and more by the minute. She could feel the need to change, and for a moment she was willing to accept it until she heard his demand. Slowly turning her head, she looked at him quietly, blue-grey eyes held a pained and sadden gaze. Part of her wanted to yell at him, for being harsh, for being controlling, but the other half was willing to accept it- that yearn to be wanted and accepted far too great. Moving towards him she would stop and face him once more, soft tones held a despairingly note in them.



"You know...I have a name...and it is not Girl. My name is Raven like the bird."



Taking the exit from the warehouse she would walk back into the night, her form slowly bending, bones cracking as that familiar painful sensation stroked every nerve in her body. As soon as she reached the pavement her front hands were grey paws. Turning around in her wolf form she would just stare at him and tilt her head forward raising a paw, showing the sign for him to follow. Facing the dark alleyway she would start to run, heading towards the place where she would feed him. It was the least she could do. Even this simplest thing brought her some sort of comfort, she may not be wanted or needed, but at least she could do something.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven