A little help here? (James)

[*Litte Snow]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] The faint sound of screaming could be heard down the dark lit streets of Paris. This wasnt one of the better sides of town and she should have known better then to wander this way. But she had been caught up in her thoughts and not paying attention. Walking with her hands in her pockets and a tune on her lips that was gently hummed. Most of the time she walked as if in a day dream. Her mind was always clouded by thoughts and what was going on. Her main concern of course was James. He had been missing she came to find out, for a very long time and then when she found him he had been barely human. Only a fragment of the James she had known and loved. Lucky for her she had found Katra, his pack Alpha and she was able to bring him home. Then again, maybe that wasnt so lucky. Now Katra knew she was still around and there was no hiding the fact that the she-wolf hated her. That nothing would please her more then seeing Litte dead and writhing in flames. But for that night, she had been safe. The wolf had even thanked her and told her she wouldnt hunt her down until later. It was a small heads up, but coming from someone like Kat? That was almost like a year long warning. A smart little vampire would have packed up and left. But she couldnt bear to leave. Not when she also learned that James had lost his memory. He didnt remember her and didnt remember everything that had happened. Only that he loved her. And was that even true anymore? She knew about Annabella. The girl he should have been with that was now dead. And deep down, she knew....He would always love Annabella. In fact, he had left to go hunt down Sevanni a few weeks back and there had been nothing she could do to stop him. She herself refused to go anywhere near Sevanni. At one point in time, Sev had tried to kill her as well. And other times he had tried to bargain her over to tell him where James was. They had a sick game of cat and mouse. Sevanni had figured with the break up, Litte would give him over. However, Sevanni clearly didnt know what love was. She refused him every time and now made sure to stay far away from him. Paris wasnt exactly a good choice with the whole werewolf pack factor, but at least she was near James. After fighting Katra, he had been hurt terribly and been in the hospital a few days and then Kat had him under house arrest for a long time. Litte herself had helped clean him up a bit. Terrified that he would change back into that only animal mind set. But he hadnt and everything worked out. Plus, Kat hadnt found her yet. Those were only some of the things running through her mind as she had turned the corner down the wrong street in the wrong place. The shadows had loomed up even more and the tune died in her throat as her blue eyes gazed around frantically. Sure she was vampire, but she was very young. Only having been a vampire for two years now. And she didnt like hurting people. Before James, she wouldnt have cared, but he had turned her into a vegetarian vampire in a way. No hurting and no feeding on humans. It was her strict rules. She could still hear James telling her that if she ever tasted human blood again, he would kill her. James was serious enough to mean it. Even if he did love her. Suddenly a shadow flared up in front of her that definitely did not belong to her. Then two others joined the first. Swallowing gently, she turned around and looked behind her at the three men there, They all had grins on their faces and she had a bad feeling she knew what was going through their minds as their greedy eyes scanned her body. She was very tall at all. Five foot three at max. So these guys towered over her. And what made it worse, they were all vampires. Much older vampires. Ten times older then her. She didnt stand a chance against them all. Maybe one of them she could have survived, but all three? No. There was only one option left for her. And that was running. So thats exactly what she did. Turning on her heel, she ran for it. A vampire could run pretty damn fast, not faster then a werewolf, but still quick enough to get them away from dangers. But the running trick only worked if the others werent vampires either who could run just as fast as you. The only thing that kept them from catching her was the fact that she had a head start. Not having to breathe to stay alive helped. Otherwise she would have been panting for breath. Poor little Litte though, didnt realize they were herding her. Leading her through the back ways and chasing her right into an alley way with a dead end. No turning back, and no getting away. No escape. Realizing this too late, her eyes widened in panic and she whirled around to keep her back away from them. Better to face them head on. Not that it would help much. With her back pressed up against the wall, her hands at her sides and pressed against the rough bricks, she closed her eyes and screamed. Praying someone would hear her. "HELP!!!! HELP ME!!!!!" ----------------------------------------------- Here ya go Fangsta. This posty is for you. Its 946 words, and of course, I hope you likes it!!

[*James Silvius]

The general population of the male gender were collectively a bunch of ass-holes. Of course, there were your rare diamonds in the rough here and there. But in reality, when it all boiled down to it, every guy, even those rare good ones, had that ass-hole quality somewhere in them. It was only natural that most guys denied having this quality -- why would they dis themselves? But the female population knew. Females knew males better than males knew themselves. Females also knew very well the disclaimer that went with this specific male quality. That ass-hole quality wasn't something that could be helped. The quality was ingrained in the male persona, and it always revealed itself at some time or another whether the male wanted it to or not. It was also this fact that females clung on to so as to not let the ass-holes break them. This fact helped females cope with the everyday stresses that males brought them. So it's not that the male is a bad guy, it's just that the ass-hole quality simply couldn't be helped. They seriously didn't mean to hurt anyone.

The ass-hole quality presented itself in an infinite number of ways. The worst ways was when the quality deceived someone else. An example: the most perfect, sweetest, sensitive, caring, chivalrous guy who doesn't seem to have an ass-hole bone in his body has this girlfriend. He treats her extremely well, cares for her so much, promises her that he'd never hurt her, that she was his world, that she could open up without his judging her and she could completely trust him. Now the girl thinks she's lucked out. She's got it made with this guy. He wasn't like other guys, at all. He was so different. Surely the ass-hole quality didn't apply to him? He must be an exception. Poor girl. Poor naive girl to think he was so different. So she opens her heart to him and trusts him tremendously. He let's her down. She's scarred for life. Here's what happened -- the girl opens up and the guy doesn't like what he sees. Slowly he starts caring less and less for her, but he doesn't tell the girl that he feels this way, he deceives her unintentionally, so she continues pouring her heart out to him and trusting him. Then one day he snaps and he breaks her heart. This is devastating to the girl -- she thought she could finally trust someone and open her heart to him when for a while he actually didn't have feelings for her anymore. He told her to be herself, that it would be okay, that he would like her no matter what. And that's exactly what she did and he let her down.

Now this guy is not an ass-hole. He was definitely different from the general male population... he was genuinely a good, sincere guy. But he did a very ass-hole thing without meaning to. He didn't even know he was doing it because he never knew from the start what he truly wanted. But this does not make him a bad guy. He deceived both himself and the girl and it hurt the both of them. He dragged her into his own personal confusion and neither of them made it out with good terms. Chalk his behavior up to the ass-hole quality. There's always a little bit of it in every single male no matter what, and it simply cannot be helped under any circumstances. It will manifest itself one way or another. It never fails.

Now take James. A genuinely good guy who never means anyone harm. He still managed to indirectly murder his first pack family, betray loved one's, start a war, and hurt his girl. He didn't want to be an ass-hole, he wasn't an ass-hole, but he still managed to do a lot of damage and hurt a lot of people. The ass-hole quality, once again, never fails. James still searches for a reason as to why he did it all, and how he just let things turn out the way they did. Still he has no answer because still he doesn't know himself or what he ultimately wanted. But an onlooker would say, "It's because he's an ass-hole," but this is not true. It's because he's just a guy.

But just because he was a member of the male population and therefore had the ass-hole quality did not, under any circumstances, redeem or justify his actions. It just explained how a good person can still do bad things without meaning to. Fixing things was up to him now, and he prayed it wasn't too late.

Strolling the streets of downtown Paris, James mulled over an explanation for his past actions and a solution to salvage anything that wasn't completely destroyed. His ideas and theories felt chaotically jumbled in his head, and he was very much looking forward to meeting up with Litte so he could hear a female's perspective to it all. But Litte was running late and he was getting worried. Twenty minutes must have passed since the planned time they'd rendezvous near the park. When she didn't show, James began walking in the general direction of her place.

He must have been halfway there when he caught her lingering scent... and maybe three others. Instincts told him this wasn't good. Unnaturally, he felt a pull towards his animalistic side, a sort of unbearable feeling that he should shift. The feeling wasn't accompanied by an evil little voice telling him to do evil things. It would be safe to allow himself to change. So he gave in to it and let his body to mutate into that of a wolf. Her scent smelled much stronger now that his nose was better equipped for tracking. He skulked off after it but didn't have to follow it long before he heard her screams.

He took off running, ripping through the night much like his howl which shattered any silence thereafter the screaming. He was close, he could smell her and the three bastards who were presumably closing in on her. Savage rage pressurized in his chest and rolled off him like steam so hot that it'd felt cold. These fuckers were not going to be alive for much longer.

He found Litte with her back up against the wall and the three vampires cornering her. He wasted no time and took off like a rocket for the middle vampire's jugular. The other two flanking him barely had time to blink before James's jaws were clamped around their buddy's neck. The silver lupus tackled the vampire onto his back while the other two did everything they could to unlatch James. The wolf was too consumed in his bloodthirsty rampage to care that the two vampires were on his back and biting into his own neck. He mutilated the face and neck of the vampire who was under his claws. The leech was on the brink of decapitation when the two vampires finally succeeded in draining James of just enough energy to get him off. Their friend was in a critical condition. They took one look at James who was recovering fast and preparing to attack again. By their expressions James had clearly put the fear of God in them. James moved to stand defensively. The two vampires exchanged looks then each took one of their friend's arms, hoisted him up, and took off running.

James wanted to go after them. He wanted to kill them. But he didn't want to leave Litte. He'd find them again, he knew their scent well enough. The next time the three vampires would see him would be the last few minutes of their life. James turned to Litte and surveyed her condition. Poor thing looked scared to death, but seemed unharmed for the most part. The wolf quickly took the form of a human. He was short of breath, absolutly drenched with blood, both his own and the vampire's, and there were multiple bite marks around his torso and neck. The adrenaline rush was coming to an end and he could start to feel the shock of pain from his current injuries and old one's reopened. He was really in no condition to suffer more abuse to his body considering he was still recovering from what Katra did to him, and not to mention he'd been sick for a while. But he didn't care. He'd heal eventually. All that mattered was that Litte was safe. He didn't let on how bad he was hurting, instead he grasped Litte's shoulders with bloody hands and scrutinized her face, "Are you okay?" he was aware that it was a stupid question. Obviously she wasn't completly okay, but it was one of those things you just had to ask anyway.