46 N. W Englebury St

[THE REBELS]

46 N. W Englebury St, Apt 6

Everything had gone wrong in a span of a couple hours. One minute he was watching Underworld with his best friend, and out of nowhere, unexpected but greatly hoped for, Dara had gone and spilled the beans and Angel, unbeknown to him, had gone and spoiled the perfect chance to express his feelings toward her.

He had gotten some words in on how he felt about her, but explaining why had been his downfall. He could tell Dara anything. Anything! But he just couldn't come to terms with that. Telling her he was a wolf.

After leaving Angel had gone straight to Murry's pub and took down four shots of whiskey, three beers, and now he was walking home with some red head he had only met moments ago while playing the pin ball machine.

They strode toward his building, it was only one block away, whereas the chick had lived half way cross town. There was no way he was walking back to her place.

Sure he would screw her, but that didn't mean she was leaving the flat in one piece. He was going to eat her to bits after eating her to bits. It was the only thing he could do.

Act on his sexual aggression. Feed his wolfish appetite right after. It was what he did with women. Sometimes with a deliciously sexy male. It didn't matter. They were all going to die. Hell, he could have taken the broad behind his building and screwed her on the car parked in the alleyway. No biggie.

Then his nose picked up a scent. Her scent. He paused for a moment, starting to feel a bit sick to his stomach. The booze was starting to wear thin on him and all he wanted to do was find out where the scent was coming from.

[daralynnw]

She finally had stopped crying and felt so guilty for the way she acted. She couldn't force him to love her, she totally overreacted. She decided it was best for her to get dressed and go over to Angel's flat to apologize. She felt horrible for everything, she couldn't believe she had freaked out so badly.

Angel had to forgive her right? He couldn't just ignore her for the rest of their lives, when they were so close before. She slipped into some sweat pants and then put on her bra under her gray wife beater. She grabbed her keys for her apartment and put on some slippers and then walked out over her flat. She moved out of it and then closed the door and locked it moving down the stairs. She happened to be really lucky because every forty five minutes a cab came down her street to check if anyone needed a ride. Right as son as Alisha hit the sidewalk the cab came and parked right in front of her.

"46 N. W Englebury St. Please as quick as possible if that's ok." She spoke softly to the man in the front seat, he nodded and sped off down towards her destination.

`Fifteen Minutes Later`

She moved out of the cab and gave the driver the right amount of money and then moved up the stairs into the building. She noticed that it was really quiet like no one was around, but then again it was late and probably everyone was asleep. She turned around a corner and walked down to apartment six and sighed. Her delicate and gentle hand rapped upon the Angel's door. She didn't get an answer, "Angel come on please.. we really need to talk. I'm sorry Angel, please let me in." There was still no answer, thank god he had given her a key to his apartment a few months ago. She moved her keys from her pocket and moved to the one that Angel had given her. She unlocked the door and walked in closing the door behind her and locking it. "Angel? You there?" She was confused, where had he gone, maybe out to drink? Well if he did she would wait for him on his couch until he had returned.

She hoped he was angry with her, that he was just upset that she would yell at him. God, she felt so terrible she didn't even want to think about it anymore. She was going to wait all night if she had to, so that she could talk to him.

[THE REBELS]

He had snubbed it off. Maybe he was too drunk to realize that she was simply on his mind. The red head was giggling which made him chuckle. Leaning on each other while moving to go into the building.

What was her name again?

Who cared? She was pretty hot and he was going to get some ass. Her name wasn't really important. Angel shushed her as they moved over to the doors of the lift, pressing the white button and hitting 3 to head to his apartment. Two apartments on each floor, his flat being the same layout as the others, but sure it was decorated much better.

There it was again. As soon as he stepped off the lift with the red head, he could swear he smelled Dara. And it was stronger than before. His eyes were partly closed as they drug across the wall. The chick already had his shirt pulled out of his pants, her fingertips and nails moving across his toned abdomen. "Pocket." He spoke and she hummed, pressing her hand into his pants pocket, lifting the keys from it and waving it in his face.

He sort of didn't like that because that's what master's did with their dogs, and he was no fucking dog and she damn sure wasn't his master. "Don't do that." He said before snatching his keys from out of her Venus trap. She snapped her teeth like a dirty girl. Just the kind of slut that needed to get murdered. Eaten.

The keys were fumbling, eyes trying to focus, and when the door opened, boy did they focus. His eyes fell directly on Dara and Angel stopped heavy in his tracks. The red head pushed to his side and was giggling. "What's wrong....." The she looked at Dara and gave a snarky facial expression. Arrogant even. "Who's she?"

He even left the keys in the door, but now he was pulling them out and tossing them on the small side table by the door. His hand went up to shush the red head, right smack dab in her face.

"Dara." He was stunned to see her there.

"Dara? Is that your girlfriend?" She said with a smirk while down casting her eyes at her. Again, Angel shushed her by placing the palm of her hand on her face and mushing her back out the door.

"Go home. Consider it your luck of the draw." The bitch looked confused and before she could protest Angel had closed the door in her face. He heard an asshole shouted from the other side but he didn't care.

"Come to finish me off love?" He spoke as if he was rather tired, he didn't want them to argue, but he was sure she would get mad about what she just saw, which was why he was still standing in front of the door. She may have a right to kick him out of her flat, but she was in his now, and they were going to chat.

[daralynnw]

What the hell had she just seen? Angel with some red headed bimbo, and he shirt was pulled from his pants. He and that girl.. they were going to do it? And he was just, ugh! But right now, she wasn't even angry, she still felt guilt and now she was hurt. She just stared up at Angel in utter confusion, then to the girl. The red head was looking down on Daralynn, like she was yesterday's news.

She felt tears again, they were stinging her eyes like a lemon to a cut. She couldn't believe they just had an argument so he was just gonna go tap so red headed hoe that he didn't even know; at least she thought he didn't know. Just watched him finally get the stupid bitch to leave and he just closed the door locked it and stood in front of it. It seemed like he wasn't going to let her just leave.

Her body felt frail as she just sat there on his couch. She felt betrayed, she didn't know why it wasn't like they were dating. She shook her head and looked down as the tears started to fall. She felt so useless, hopeless and defeated at that moment she couldn't speak, or move. Her skin felt like ice ad her body shivered as she just sat there. What was he going to say, it's not like anything he could possibly said would change her mind. She knew exactly what was about to happen, her best friend was gonna just have sex with a broad. It disgusted her and made her feel dirty herself, that she had gotten so close mentally and physically to Angel and he was out maybe every single night doing these disgraceful things.

"Come to finish me off love?" Oh lovely, not only was he going to `do it` with some hooker, but he was also drunk. She could hear it in his voice, slurred slightly even more of his accent playing in his voice. She didn't come here to finish him off, she came to apologize, to show him she was sorry and that she had overreacted. She wanted to just run away from this place, her heart pounded with anxiety, her eyes glistened with tears and they were trickling down her cheeks from her steel gray eyes. Her eyes did truly change colors with how she felt and right now she just felt like shit.

"I didn't come here t-to yell at you Angel. I came here to say I was sorry, that I reacted immaturely and I shouldn't have freaked out on you. I didn't come here to 'finish you off' I just wanted to apologize. But I guess you had mostly forgotten all about our fight, or were about to with that girl you just came in with. Please.. Angel stop playing with my emotions, that's all I'm going to ask." She looked up at him, her voice was low as she tried to cover the brokenness in her words. She wiped the tears from her face, but it was hard and almost pointless seeing as that she was still crying. She slowly stood up and started walking to him, hoping he would move so she could get out the door. "I'm s-sorry for everything A-angelus." She reached for the door knob, but it seemed like he wasn't going to move. She didn't look up at him though, it would be to painful at this moment.

[THE REBELS]

"I didn't come here t-to yell at you Angel. I came here to say I was sorry, that I reacted immaturely and I shouldn't have freaked out on you. I didn't come here to 'finish you off' I just wanted to apologize. But I guess you had mostly forgotten all about our fight, or were about to with that girl you just came in with. Please.. Angel stop playing with my emotions, that's all I'm going to ask."

His head lowered and his arm raised for his hand to scratch the back of his neck as his face fell awkward. If he was in his form it would be slightly less aggravating to do. Then he stood normally and partly looked at her. He couldn't just look at her straight on, he knew what she had just seen would hurt because of how she felt about him, but they were not dating, and the girl....well she was going to end up dead anyway.

"I'm not trying to play with your emotions." He expelled a breath. "Look..You came over here without so much as a phone call. I walk in my flat to find you here waiting on me. And i'm suppose to be the ruddy bastard here? You kicked me out remember?"

Dara wiped the tears from her face, he didn't like seeing her cry. He had seen it once before and tried to make it a point not to see it again. It made him scream with anger in his head, and it was all to himself. How could he be such a fool? He should have just come straight home instead.

Then she stood up and began making her way to him. His chin rose as his eyes watched her steadily. "I'm s-sorry for everything A-angelus." She must have been extremely pissy if she had called him that. He had only heard it twice before, but he knew what it meant.

When her hand reached for the door, Angel stood there, blocking her from leaving. "Alright look." He began, his hand moving to her arm and bringing her to follow him into his bedroom. Through there and into the bathroom. He kicked on the light, still holding her arm, and closed the blinds that covered the window.

The next thing he did was move her in front of the mirror. His eyes lowered, looking down over her shoulder as his hands guided her's to rest atop the bathroom counter. His hands placed over her's and the weight of his body pressed against her slightly. If she was going to run, it wasn't going to be far. But he made sure not to hurt her.

"Look." He posed the words out against her ear. "Look in the mirror." He wanted her to see. To know, and this would more than likely help her. Well, he was a little drunk, so that helped him with the courage.

"Look at us and tell me that we are perfect for one another." He would keep her there until she found the truth. To himself he knew they were. He knew that they were suppose to be more than just best friends.

Then, as she looked up, he watched her. Watched her eyes. Cheek to cheek and keeping her there. No. She wasn't going anywhere now. Especially since he had just missed his meal.

[daralynnw]

He pressed his warm body against hers, she wanted to just turn around and cry into his chest, but at the same time she just wanted to run away. What was he doing? Her head was down and yet he still pressed against her more. She felt his hot breath skate across her ear, her cheek and her neck. She shivered and tried to stop her tears from falling, she had enough with the crying.

"Look." His breath skated more across her ear as his words caressed them. "Look in the mirror." She didn't understand what he wanted her to do, yes look up in the mirror, but for what? Not only that but the liquor on his breath was slightly overwhelming.

"Look at us and tell me that we are perfect for one another." God, Angel was being so persistent, she wasn't used to this side of him. Yes she got used to his aggressive side, but not his persistently aggressive side, for example, never had Angel held her against her will.

Finally she looked up into the mirror and just stared, her brown hair mixed with his slightly in a lovely swirl of chocolate and vanilla. She bit her lower lip more and looked up into his eyes through the mirror. She didn't know what to say or now to say it, she was lost at this moment. "W-we.. look.. p-perfect." She stuttered as she just looked up into their reflection. They looked like a bowl of vanilla and chocolate swirl, they hair and their skin portrayed this at least. Like before her brown hair mixed with his dirty blonde hair, while her tanned skin, contrasted beautifully with his fair light colored skin. They looked perfect and every time before tonight the seemed perfect. Why all the drama now? She had no idea. "I d-don't want secrets or lies anymore Angel. It hurts to know that I'm your best friend and yet you don't tell me everything." She was only talking about his feelings and the girl he we bringing to his bed.

Somewhere in his eyes though, it just seemed that there was something else he wanted to tell her, but he didn't seem to have enough courage. "What else is there.. that you need to talk about Angel?" She stared up into their reflection and just went silent.

[THE REBELS]

"W-we.. look.. p-perfect." He could hear and feel the tremble in her voice. He felt pained to hear it and still he wanted to continue. It was now or never. But he knew that once she knew, he was going to have to be on her ass like white on rice.

There could be no scared little Dara anymore. She liked wolves so much, well it was time to meet one. She wanted to be with him? He could make it so.

No. There would be no running stories and outing him as the slayer in England. There would be no running from this. It was now or never. "I d-don't want secrets or lies anymore Angel. It hurts to know that I'm your best friend and yet you don't tell me everything."

His lids slowly moved to a half and then lifted soon after his words fell over her ears. "And I don't want to lie to you anymore Dara." Her name lifted off of his tongue so calm and smooth, the words flowed off his tongue so serenely that there was nothing he could do but admit to himself; she smelled incredible. Imagine what her blood tasted like.

"What else is there.. that you need to talk about Angel?" Still his eyes could see her's burning through him. A comfort? Something like a calm before the storm. He closed his eyes for a brief second and whispered it into her ear.

"I'm a werewolf." Spoken so softly that she would just about hear it. Think she heard it. Then he opened his eyes and they had changed color. She would notice it, because no one's eyes were a shade of nectar and honey. No one he knew. But what reaction would she give? Scream? Laugh? Try to squirm away? Hit him even?

He had her pinned, and unless she was going to taze him, there was nothing she could do but stand there beneath his weight.

[daralynnw]

What she had just heard hit her like a ton of bricks. A werewolf? As in the fictional creatures of the night that took form of a human during day and either a lycan form or wolf form by night. Angel... a werewolf, why didn't that sink in. Didn't it make since? But those type of creatures weren't real, next he was going to say and his worst enemy is a vampire. This couldn't be true, she struggled slightly against his body weight looking up into his eyes, by the mirror. She couldn't believe the hue they were, honeysuckle and nectar colored eye looked straight back at her. "O-oh.. g....god!"

All this time these creatures were real? How could she be so stupid to not have seen it! She was right there with him for the longest periods of time and yet, she didn't even suspect it. She struggled a little more against his grip wondering if he truly was going to keep her there no matter what. He was so strong, she felt weak in his grasp and finally she stopped struggling against him and just looked up into his eyes. They were gorgeous, though she didn't want to admit it to him. She felt a new heat cause through her body.

She felt almost in a trance of sorts, her body didn't feel like it was under her control anymore. She felt so odd in this position, he had her pinned her down from behind, and it was getting to her. The feminine part of her started to heat up as well and she couldn't believe it, but learning he wasn't human, but something even more grand, a wolf.. something she loved, made her some what turned on. She couldn't let him know that though, but what was the girl for then? "W-wait.. w-what" Something was poking at her, what was the girl for? Sex because of the wolven blood that coursed through him and.. oh god. He was going to feed off the girl. The one thing she didn't know was did they feed on blood or flesh or blood and flesh? God this wasn't a good situation, but just looking up into his eyes, she knew he needed her and that she needed him. "W-why leave me in the shadows, Angel... I would've tried to help. I care about you whether you are a wolf or a human. " She leaned back against him and sighed softly, she could see it in his eyes that he was hungry.

[THE REBELS]

"W-why leave me in the shadows, Angel... I would've tried to help. I care about you whether you are a wolf or a human. " At first she had felt shocked and stunned beneath him. Feeling her weight want to dig away from him before relaxing and realizing that it was true by the look in his eyes. The change of color.

Inside he felt bad for keeping it secret, but it was not only for her protection, but his as well. Angel was very secretive with his life as a were, and since it was one of the only things true with himself, he thought, as much as she loved wolves, that she would not be so keep on him being one.

"You can not help me Dara. No one can." His arms moved from the counter and wrapped around her frame. Hugging her tight and resting his head beside her own. His eyes lowered at the idea of being so close to her. She would put two and two together eventually, why not just come out with it?

She sighed and it made him hurt slightly. "When I said be like me.....I meant it. I fear that if we are together, as were and human, it would never work." It pained him to admit it, but would she be hip to the idea of being one herself? "I love you more than anyone I have ever come across. You are my best friend, and I didn't want to scare you off." He spoke softly as he kept her in his arms, not wanting to let her go.

"Which is why you can't leave here as you are now." His tone darkened a bit and he didn't want to think of the terror in her mind. She could try and leave, but she knew as well as he, that she would only be followed until she was ready. Watched. Protected.

"If you want us.....you must take this as well as me." But did she truly understand what he was saying? Could she grasp the concept of being made by the one who loved her? The one she loved?

[daralynnw]

Confusion filled her body, what exactly was he taking about? "Which is why you can't leave here as you are now." What was he trying to tell her. That he was going to keep her imprisoned until what? She didn't understand what he was trying to get at.

She stared down at his hands, they were interlocked around her petite form. God what was he doing to her, she wanted to run in a sense but at the same time.. she wanted to stay here in his arms for forever. She closed her eyes in hope that this was all dream and none of what happened to night ever happened.

When she opened her eyes they were still in the same position and she let out a soft sigh as she herself held onto the counter while he held onto her. Not only that, but his voice was different. Cold, dark and very unlike his own, was it even his or with becoming a werewolf you gained a second personality of some sort. She was growing more confused by the second. 'God, Daralynn what have you gotten yourself into?' She was trapped for now, with in the person's arms that she most cared about.

He was not himself, or he wouldn't be keeping her against her will. Well maybe it was his wolf side talking, but she had no idea. What she heard next though, knocked the wind out of her in an instant, "If you want us.....you must take this as well as me." What could he possibly mean by this, first he said he loved her then moved onto all this other stuff. Angel was just becoming more confusing to Dara, by the second. Would she be able to press through it?

"Angel, you are confusing me.. and scaring me. What is going on? What are you trying to tell me exactly?" She bit down on her lower lip while looking back up into his honeysuckle eyes. Gorgeous irises with slightly slitted pupils, it drove her mad with curiosity, and maybe it was her love for wolves but it turned her on slightly as well.

Yet she still wouldn't admit it and tried to move from his grip, it was hard for her to talk just siting there doing nothing. He was holding her against her will at this moment and it was making her antsy. What she wouldn't give for a little inhuman strength at that moment, just to be able to break from his arms and hide just for a little while. She needed time to sort things out, though she knew it was pointless she loved him, he was constantly on her mind. Not to mention, if he was a werewolf he'd be a lot stronger and faster than her as well.

Never the less Dara took her chance, she pushed her elbow back into his gut and then made a run for it. Her slippers had no grip so before she could reach the door she slipped. She quickly moved around behind the back of the couch and just sat their quietly. 'O-oh.. Angel, who did this to you?' She had to ask herself as she sat there silently, barely breathing as to not give away her location. 'I hope we can make it through this, I just need time to think.'

[THE REBELS]

"Angel, you are confusing me.. and scaring me. What is going on? What are you trying to tell me exactly?" It would become clear in a matter of seconds, at least he had embraced her warmly, somehow he felt as though she had taken it the wrong way. She interrupted his meal, he was hungry, he loved her. Wanted her to be with him as she had wanted to be with him, and now it was already starting.

"Becoming a wolf." It came out sounding a bit devious and he didn't mean for it to. Whispering it out in her ear. Then he felt her weight shift beneath him and the next thing he felt was a pain in the stomach. He had released her, gripping his arms over his tummy and hunched over slightly from the sudden action. That was something he had never expected. Not from her anyway.

"Sodding......" He grunted, growling in his throat as his eyes cut. Already Dara was jet out the door and he turned partly, raising himself up as the pain wore thin. At least she didn't elbow him or kick him elsewhere, then he was going to have no choice but to attack her. She was lucky.

He chuckled when he moved into his room, letting it subside before he stepped foot in the living room. The door was still locked, he could see as much. He hadn't heard the door slam shut or open. A plus. She was still here.

"Dara......I know your still here." He eyes the place. Looking at the windows. Maybe she was in the kitchen, he wasn't sure, but her scent was heavy so she had to still be close by.

He took steps forward, silent, stealthy, making his way around to the couch and coffee table. Quietly he kneeled on the cushions of the couch, letting his arms slide over the edge. His voice would pop up behind her if she was behind the couch. She had to be. The scent of her had been pin pointed.

"You don't have to be afraid of me Dara."

[daralynnw]

He had moved into the room, she should've unlocked the door so it looked like she had already left, but that thought was over now. She heard him move towards the couch and coffee table, so when he kneeled down the couch she moved to the side quickly, so when he looked down all he saw was the floor.

As soon as she looked down though, she made a run for it. She slid into the hallway and back towards his room. Once she got in there she flung the door closed and put a chair under it as quickly as possible. Daralynn moved across the room to a window and yanked it open and then moved out onto the little ledge. She whimpered in a way, since it was kind of far down especially for a human. She moved up quickly and grabbed onto the ledge above her and started to climb up the side of the building. She felt insane for doing so, but for right now it was her only way out. She could hear the crash of the chair as Angel had probably over powered the door and chair all together.

When she neared the top her foot slipped from one of the ledges, she screamed out and pulled herself up and then flung herself onto the roof. She looked around frantically looked for the fire escape, she really needed one at this time in her life. She cried out and moved around more looking for one and finally saw it. The drop was a good twenty feet down from the roof top and that made it a pretty good chance she would sprain or break her ankle or legs.

She looked around more and more wondering if he had followed her up to the top of the roof. Not only that but if he caught her, would he take her back to his room and keep her there some how? She was so confused at this point that she just stood there, either he would do something up here or down in his flat. Seeing as that she had no place to go, with out completely hurting herself, standing there was all she could do.

[THE REBELS]

Angel looked down and saw nothing. No Dara to behold, only the tip of her footwear sliding to the side and then seeing her dash toward his bedroom door. She was rather quick for a human, which made this a bit more fun than he had hoped. Quickly he lunged for the door on hands and feet, as if he were about to change his form. Standing tall up to the door and turning the knob to push it open. Stuck!

She must have blocked it somehow. A chair perhaps? Maybe a dresser? No, she wouldn't have been that strong to move his dresser against it that quick. Then he heard a drag of metal and he heard her lift the window. His eyes narrowed to a slit before he stepped back some odd paces and barged into the door, making the splints crack as well as the door. The chair was damaged and in pieces scattered about his room in front of the bed, and he noted her legs leaving his sight.

"Bollux." There was no way he was climbing up and up. So he turned and made his way out of his apartment, down the hall and to the stairwell that led to the roof. Angel's fire escape had been on the other side of the apartment, and he knew that it didn't go down as far as one would like.

The door to the roof was pushed open with great silence, no where in sight was his Dara. He let the door close in silence, sniffing the air with an upturned nose, trying to get a read on where she was.

"Dara.......Oh Daralynn." He rang out like some stalker killer in a movie. Eyes scanning around him before he moved into the open and spotted her. Without word he had moved to her rather quickly. Taking hold of her hands, spinning her around and holding her on tippy toes over the edge of the building. So what if someone saw. People saw strange things every day.

"I don't want to kill you Dara....." He began with terror in his eyes. Taunting expressions over his face as he looked at her dead in her eyes. "You wanted me as a friend, you got it." He said with a grip and a tug, pulling her back and watching the breeze take her hair up into the wind. Strands flickering around her face and then behind her.

"You wanted me as a lover? You can have that too..." He spoke a bit calmer until his next statement, his voice had grown chill and it was evident that he wasn't lying. He was just as cruel as he was sweet.

"You like wolves?" His hand had motioned to her neck while the other made sure to block any hits she would inflict. "Well your about to be one." His tone was different than his own and already his body felt like he wanted to change form. Pushing her down a few feet away but to where she wouldn't be painfully hurt.

When it wasn't a full moon it was slightly more painful to change. On a full moon he could change as if it were second nature, but now, now he felt his bones crack and bend inside of him, letting the gray coat appear as his form lowered and there was nothing left to witness but a wolf on all fours with his head lowered, teeth showing. She was about to have her whole life change before her eyes.

Did she even realize it?

[daralynnw]

He was going to do what with her? Change her into a wolf as well? Was that even possible.. well of course it was it just didn't seem so. She whimpered feeling herself barely able to touch the roof top with her tip toes. "I don't want to kill you Dara....." She looked up at him, she was scared, was he going to let her fall. Her heart skipped a few beats and her teeth were chattering. It was a cold night and the chilliness was just getting to her.

She felt almost weightless at the same time, but soon his words struck her once more. "You wanted me as a friend, you got it." She felt him pull her in and her hair whipped around her in a frenzy of different lengths. She closed her eyes and just tried to clam her body down. It felt weird standing so close to him again, just because of the way he was acting. She couldn't help but melt slightly into his arms, since he was so warm.

"You wanted me as a lover? You can have that too..." he seemed to have calmed down a bit, but there was something in his voice that showed that one side of him that she hadn't see till tonight. He seemed to be so sweet all the time always caring and goofy at times especially when he got high. He was a funny high person and a somewhat cruel drunk. So it could also be the alcohol, that was causing him to be so cruel towards her.

"You like wolves?" Angel had grabbed her in a way, where his free hand moved towards her neck and her other hand had her wrists locked with in it. She wouldn't be able to run or even try to escape now. "Well your about to be one." Her heart skipped a few more beats as he said that, she really hoped he was kidding. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know what it would be like. The thought of it still hadn't sunk into her mind fully, but before she could protest she felt her body hit the roof top with a thud.

It hadn't hurt all that much, but enough that she didn't want to get up at the very moment to run. She heard sickening cracks as she saw Angel morph, her eyes widened as she soon saw a gray wolf looking down with it's fangs bared. She gasped out and tried to move back, but her elbows were scrapped at it hurt to move her arms even just a little. "An-angel? D-don't be that way.. c-come on you are scaring m-me.." She stuttered as he started to walk towards her. What was he going to do, change her.. feed off her. She couldn't tell, but never the less she was scared and unsure of what to think.

[THE REBELS]

"An-angel? D-don't be that way.. c-come on you are scaring m-me.." But there was no stopping it. Once he had changed there was no going back. If only he had fed before she had wandered into his flat....If only.

Already he was slowly moving toward her. Stalking her almost as he let paws step closer and closer. He took note of her wanting to move back and he caught her attention with a harsh steady growl.

Avoiding her eyes and processing the location of her shoulder and neck. A perfect spot to take hold of and bite down hard. It was Dara, and in his mind he wanted to just eat her alive, but there was that sliver of humanity that broke through telling him that she was still his best friend, and if he had any inclination, it was going to be then.

He let out a roaring bark as he took a leap at her, his mouth open as he charged at her, and there in lay the grasp. Teeth morrowing down into her flesh, lock jaw smack dab at the curve of her neck, feeling the pull of her blood into his mouth with the perfect little dab of flesh to boot.

He shook his head, tearing into her more, which wasn't suppose to happen. He could fix it after. After? Stop Angel.....Stop! With a growl he pulled away, whining a bit as he realized what he had done, his clothes were left behind and when his body emerged crouched down just a couple of feet away, he had realized that he was stark naked. Somehow, someway, he had to get her back into his apartment and fix what he had done.

"Oh God.....Dara.." His eyes widened as he moved over to her, he didn't give a shit about being naked. Hell, he would have went to the square naked if he so choose.

His arm slid under her neck, the other under the back of her knees, bracing himself to lift her into his arms. For someone so seemingly small, he had a lot of muscle in him to pick up five men. Beat that Stallone.

He had to get her back inside. Stitch her up. The stairs were the only way, and so he moved toward the door that led to the stairs, ran down the hallway as fast as he could and kicked his door open to the apartment. It hadn't broken, the door, but slammed shut behind him after he moved inside.

He had made it into his bedroom, she would more than likely stay passed out for a little while due to blood loss, but it was just good enough to where he could stitch her up and she wouldn't feel the pain.

Gently he laid her on the bed, resting her head atop one of the pillows, then moving into his bathroom to grab a thread, needle, and some alcohol. He had to move fast before it was too late.