Timely Arrival.

[Toksyck Riot]

Riot moved quietly through the night, she had heard of Blue Rose taking vampires and whatever else they could find from their homes. She couldn't resist taking them out not in the very least. Her green hair is hidden by a hoody style jacket. Over her fingers are fingerless gloves allowing her the full use of her bow if she so needed it. Her brilliant pink eyes stand out on a pale face. Loose fitting cargos over her legs, and combat boots on her feet. She sneaks around the side of the building before pulling out one of her guns. She smirks realizing what the Blue Rose member is attempting to do. She brushes her fingers through the females hair, ridding him of the memory of what he is doing. Then she whispers something into his ear implanting a new memory. The woman looks to her and smiles. "Hello my friend, it's been so long." She hugs the vampiress who watches the man who they were attacking, why did they want this person?

[Marcus Drago]

It was night. a great shadow engulfed the entire sky only showing glimmers of star light. it was a nice sight to see. Marcus had not seen such a beautiful night since... he brushes the thought off trying not to remember the past. he floated from building to building with his blue hoodie covering his light blonde hair. his wings flapped gracefully through the sky as he tried to find a good hotel to stay in for the night.

he lands near an ally way trying not to show everyone his dark wings. before walking into the hotel he was planing to stay in for the next couple of months, he heard a scream. on the tip of his nose, blood. he was hungry, and nothing tasted as good as human liver. Marcus slowly strolled to the scent, walking across the street to a flower shop. he was hungry indeed and searching for prey.  from the dark alley he could catch a glimpse of a man attacking what seemed to be a pale woman from. he was bleeding and his arm was broken, yet he was still dashing at her with his sword. "interesting," marcus said under his breath. within an instant the man turned to notice marcus standing behind him. marcus pondered how a human could have such incredible hearing only to be interrupted by the human running after him with his blade raised. In one quick motion Marcus phased through the mans sword, turning around to severe the mans head from his body. "Next time, your gonna need a gun," giving a gin he turned to the women who the human was attacking to notice two men standing in front of her.

these men had black robes on with a small blue rose on their chest. "looks like an unexpected friend came to join us," the man in on the right said, "quiet strong too." confused marcus placed his katana back in the sheath on his back as he heard unforgettable words, "lets use him." marcus heard this come from the lips of the man to the left. the words were feminine yet firm. maybe this man was a woman? it didn't matter. these two seemed to have insulted marcus; no one, not even the maker of his life used him. as quick as the porch light hit his shoulders, he dashed to the two raising his blade from his back only to be stopped mid swing by something strange, something molding his brain, something feeding him knowledge. Marcus had fallen under the spell of implant memory, and the memory made him a hunter, a gatherer of vampires for an evil organization known as the blue syndicate. He turned to see the women standing behind the two new masters. and steadied his hand as he swung his sword after her. he was about to kill her, not hunt her not keep her alive.

his attentions were simple, kill, but once again he was stopped by the implant of new memories and the taking of the old. marcus looked up and this time noticed a women with a bow, green hair a beautiful pink eyes. he knew her, but he never met her before, but he knew her. "Riot..." he said as he gathered himself together, holding his body up only by his sword. once he stood he heard the mysterious women question and turned around looking at the dead headless man on the ground. "Alot," was all he could muster. 

[Kyrian Tidus]

It was a beautiful night; one so dark that the stars themselves would have seemed to be sleeping. However, Kyrian had no troubles seeing, even without the help of all those bothersome lights, due to his particular genetic disposition. He was in a situation that most people would call weird, not that he cared. The male was dressed in black straight-legged jeans, black penny loafers, a purple button-up, and a black leather jacket. On his face were a pair of shades and some slightly unkempt stubble, his wrists were adorned with bangles of specially crafted steel, he had a katana hilt in his left pocket, and in his hand rested a bottle of Jack Daniel's. Wearing such dark clothing on such a dark night might already be odd, and the sunglasses might just be a bit too much for some people, however, the weirdest part of the whole situation would have had to have been the fact that he was sitting on the edge of a roof overlooking an alleyway.

Kyrian was just sitting there, minding his own business: enjoying the beautiful night and drinking away his worrying about the fact that he couldn't remember anything from the last few months of his life. Suddenly, his calm was interrupted by something happening a little ways down the alley from him. It seemed that a group of people were have a conflict. Due to the help of the bottle of whiskey in his hand, and the empty bottle of wine behind him, he was not quite sure what was going on. His attention was all over the place as two more people joined in the commotion from different places. However, he did notice two things... First, somebody's head was on the ground. Second, and a more important issue, his bottle obviously had a leak in it, since he knew that there had been more liquid in it mere seconds ago.

[Bernhard Reiniger]

Such an eventful time of the day. The Doctor couldn't remember the last time he'd been given so much trouble just moving through a town, but the people here had caught him off-guard. So off guard, in fact, that caught him in a state of... Well... A state of relative undress. He had been changing our of his equipment and into his nightwear when they had burst through the door to his dinky little room in the no-tell-motel as his trousers were around his ankles, his coat hanging half-off of his shoulders, and his mask awkwardly bouncing around his face. Yes, it was quite an awkward situation when they decided to make their grand entrance. Of course, the momentary pause of the situation was just enough for the Physician to get a good grasp of what was going on, and to take some form of action.

It took all of one second for the Doctor to grab his trusty pokin'-stick from the hook inside of his jacket, and the next two awkwardly shuffle into beating range of the two people who were unfortunate enough to stalk him. The first poor fellow fell victim to the stick, which, as soon as in range, was promptly snapped up into his mandible at a 45 degree angle. The second poor man was lucky enough to land a hit on Vogel's shoulder with some sort of billy-club, but he was just slow enough to receive an open-fisted strike across his temple. Unfortunately for him, it was a very special strike. Almost immediately after the hand made contact with his face, the poor soul's entire body started to break out with boils, rashes, buboes, and sores. His entire body.

After he had subdued the two kids who barged in on him so rudely, it took only a few brief seconds to slip his equipment all on once again, and make himself presentable. More or less presentable, at least. You wouldn't want to take him to anything other than a costume party, decent. He would quickly pack his things, leave his room key on the bed with a few pounds and an apology note, and then check the window for anymore people outside. There were. It took a moment of planning to figure out his next course of action, but if they didn't know their men were down, then he might have a chance at getting away without them noticing. It was a slight risk, but he could take it. After loading up his trusty Colt and some syringes, the Doctor quietly made his way out of the motel complex, and took a winding route through the back alleyways. If he hurried, he could make it out before anyone else came to investigate as well. Only time could tell.

[Toksyck Riot]

Riot didn't really like what was going on here, they had never attacked so openly like this. She wondered if they knew about the meeting she was supposed to have, but that would be next to impossible right? She looks at the man across from her and smiles, "Hi there, we need to leave before they start attacking again." She brushes her fingers against the girls face, "Lead them away my sweet and you will be rewarded." The occulious vampire runs off to go distract her coworkers, Riot holds out her hand to him, "Sorry I didn't mean to put myself into your mind as well. Just hers. Toksyck Riot By the way, you can just call me Riot. Would you like to come with me?" She asks. She pulls down her hood showing a blue rose on the side of her neck.

[Marcus Drago]

Marcus hesitated to shake her hand. not only was she a stranger but an extremely beautiful one. and he detested the very thought of beauty. If Marcus wasn't brainwashed to believe she was a friend, he would have killed her on site, maybe even eaten her remains if they tasted well. "What?" He was confused. He did not know what she meant by put her in his mind? marcus interest was peeked and willing and able to accept her hand until he saw the blue rose.

"Stay back riot," he simply stated raising his sword and stepped a few paces away from her. he knew her, in fact they had been friends for years for all he knew, but he never trusted his friends and never wanted to deal with them. " Tell me about that damn tattoo on your neck before I slice it off along with your throat." He was not gonna hesitate to kill her. Marcus mind did not forget that symbol and the the bad things that came with it. 

once again he was ready to kill when something interrupts him. the sound of screams coming from the hotel and the sight of a manly figure leaving it. tonight was definitely a strange night for Marcus, and something told him it might get worse. Maybe it was the sudden voice coming from behind Marcus head. "Hello riot," it said, "where is the rest of the toxic traitors?" The voice was standing on top of the building in a black robe like the other two. Behind him stood others. Twenty? Thirty? Forty? They expanded past buildings and clouded the starry sky. Some didn't have robes but slave collars. This night... Has just gotten worse.

[Kyrian Tidus]

Kyrian rose his eyebrow as one female ran back towards the larger group of people after talking to the female with the bow. The one with the bow then turned to the male who seemed to have something against that other guy's head and was reaching out towards him after pulling her hood down. She had some sort of tattoo on her neck, and though Kyrian couldn't quite make it out from this distance, it looked similar to the symbols the other group of people were wearing.

The elemental shrugged the weird interaction off and looked down at his bottle of whiskey, only to find it emptied. He was startled slightly as the back door of the hotel pretty much right in front of him opened up unto the alleyway, then slammed shut a little loudly behind an odd looking man; and it took a lot for Kyrian to think someone looked odd. As he jumped slightly from the loud noise suddenly breaking him out of his deep concentration, directed towards his empty bottle, the glass container slipped from his hand. He could have caught it before it fell to the ground, yes... If he wasn't distracted by something else; when he had looked up due to the loud noise, he noticed a large group of people on the rooftops across the alley, looking down on the group beneath the streetlight.

Kyrian sighed slightly before his empty bottle hit the ground and shattered chaotically into hundreds of little pieces, just like he knew the peace of his night was about to be shattered.

[Bernhard Reiniger]

There were... Quite a lot of people out. Vogel could only get a rough estimate as he moved, but there were at least twenty, very likely more. They were scattered about so it made it difficult to keep moving and get a headcount at the same time. Keep moving he did, though. Everything went fantastically until he just about ran into another one of the goons, who decided to shout an alarm before the Doctor could move away fast enough. Things were beginning to look more than just a little bit unstable, and it worried him deeply. Organized factions hunting people down, him specifically, and he had forgotten to fasten his belt correctly. He didn't particularly have the time to fix it at the moment however, what with the group of angry cultists trying to hunt him down through the city.

When it became abundantly clear that he wasn't going to be losing this particular group of people easily, the Doctor quickly ducked into an alcove to ponder his next move. After considering the possibilities for a brief moment, he decided on a course of action. A risky course of action considering the state of the UK, but a course of action nonetheless. He ran out of the alcove he was in and a small ways down the street before he turned around, raised his aged Colt .38, and fired into the downstairs glass of a few empty establishments. With any luck it would trigger an alarm, and the police would come to investigate. After doing this, he would turn and continue to run, much in the same manner as before.

[Toksyck Riot]

Riot looks at the man in front of her, "The tattoo on my neck was forcefully given to me when I spent time with these bastards. I do not have time to give you my life story, and honestly I don't know you well enough to give it to you anyway." She pulls out her bow and an arrow sending an arrow flying into the throat of someone who was trying to sneak up on the male in front of her. She looks at him, "I know these people and I know what they will do to you if they get their hands on you... because they did it to me." She looks toward an alarm. She runs toward it, praying that whoever set it off was still okay, it was only a second after he moved from her spot that a glass bottle shattered to the floor. She looks up and sees someone on the roof, but since he didn't seem to be a threat she kept her bow at her side and kept running.

[Marcus Drago]

Marcus had no thoughts of what was going on or who these people were. All the information Riot gave to him was that he was in danger. But why him? What did these people want with him? He did nothing to no one and always kept himself hidden. What did they want with him? Marcus was in too much of a deep thought to notice that one of their goons sneaked behind him getting ready to strike when a bow from the woman took him down. Snapping himself back to reality Marcus ran with riot following closely behind her as she cut the alarm off that some helpless damsel probably released and watched a drunk man on top of the other building drop a bottle to the ground.

Riot continued to run, and he stayed close to her while thinking as to why he was being hunted. Then he remembered what the woman said. "Life story not needed," Marcus spoke catching up to her side, "baby bird dropped out of the nest and now momma bird is trying to bring her back." He stared at her pink eyes before speaking again, "they are after you and I just got in the middle of this."

Marcus was smart and knew how to put two and two together. Forced, bastards, the tattoo. What the woman said was enough too- "The air." Marcus stopped running to look around the area. The air smells of blood, blood everywhere, in every single house in every single shop. Were these people killing humans? if so, then the poor fool on the rooftop, the damsel in distress, the vampire girl he unintentionally saved, they were being killed. what would that do if they wanted him? blood did not attract him, he just enjoyed the taste. Marcus turned to the female with the bow and green hair.

[Kyrian Tidus]

Sighed as the male with the sword and the woman with the bow began to run down the alleyway in his direction. Both of them looked up at him, and he shrugged as they kept running. However, for some annoying reason, that strange man from before had run off and started shooting into buildings. One had set off an alarm, which Kyrian guessed was what he was trying to do. The elemental stood back up on the roof after watching a lot of the people on the roofs start running across the rooftops after the three.

When the elemental turned around, however, there were five other people on the roof with him. Four of them wore collars and one wore neither collar, nor cloak, but had blue rose symbol printed on the shirtless vest he was wearing. Kyrian rose an eyebrow at the five males and smiled, "Is something wrong here, sirs?" The group, however, ignored his question as one of the collared ones spoke up, saying "Hey, this one's blood smells funny. He ain't human," in a feminine voice. So it was four males and one female who looked like a guy. The one in the vest titled his head to the side as his nostrils flared, taking in the scent of Kyrian's blood before smiling widely, displaying his fangs, "You smell good."

Kyrian narrowed his eyes at the group and said one word in utter disgust, "Vampyres." The elemental, deciding not to waste too much time on them, summoned a tiger made purely of darkness from out of his own shadow and and let it loose on the group. While they were distracted he willed the metal on his arms to break apart and slide out from beneath his sleeves. In mid-air, the steel reshaped itself into six steel spikes and zoomed at the vampires; four going in between the eyes of each of the collared ones, and the last two embedding themselves into the shoulders of the one who seemed to have the authority in the small band. Kyrian allowed his tiger to finish up with the other for as the steel spikes removed themselves and skewered the last vampyre's knees and ankles.

Kyrian suddenly vanished from where he was standing, and reappeared above the final vampire who had now fallen to the ground. He placed his foot on the other male's neck and stepped down on it, "Look here, buddy. I don't hate you. And I don't want to put you through any cruel torture. So, in order to make things easier and less painful for you, and me, why don't you hurry up and tell me exactly what's going on?"

[Bernhard Reiniger]

Things were starting to heat up a little this cool UK evening. Alarms were blaring, distant sirens had started to run, and there was still a fairly large group of dogs nipping at the Doctor's heels. He might have to start considering breaking his oath if they kept it up, but for now it was really more of a game of chase than anything. Whenever someone got too close he would pre-occupy them with symptoms of something much more severe than the actual affliction was, or with the swing of his lantern-clad staff. Times like this made him wish he had vested an interest in the ways of bodily transmission, or perhaps even morphing his own body to suit his needs better. He would have to look into digging up his master's old tomes and scrolls on the subject later, but for now, the important thing to do was to get out of harm's way.

It had occurred to Vogel at some point between the time he smashed his cold lantern's profile into the head of the closes of two assailants and when he had finished injecting a heavy dose of anesthetic into the next, that there were a number of other sects of the group that seemed to be splitting off from the main, and pursuing other individuals. It was a curious thing, taking advantage of his brief moment of respite to watch the people further down the street. Whether they were humans or not matter relatively little by this point to the Physician, he would try to think of a way to pull all of the seemingly random cultists away from them and himself at the same time. Failing that... Well, he had been running for this long, another eternity wasn't likely to hurt too badly.

Unfortunately for Vogel, it turned out that he had run into an investigating patrol car in his haste. Also unfortunately for the good Doctor, they tended to frown on people sticking needles into other people's necks, as well as when someone decided to bash another's face half-off with a lantern pole. He had only the time to turn around with his Colt raised, expecting more cultists, before the late-shift officers decided to not risk it. It took them a few shots to land anything on the Physician, and it took the shock of two low-caliber handgun rounds to the doctor's side for him to react in an orderly manner. He used the remaining three cartridges left unused in his faithful revolver to fire on the front of the vehicle as he desperately limped his way back into an alley, where he would leave a faint trail of blood. A glimmering trail of rubies for the unsuspecting treasure-hunter, leading to the most unsuspecting of all treasure troves. The UK Sewer system.

The sewers were a prime place to go if one was so inclined to avoid other beings, or if one wished to buy themselves time enough to rest and recuperate. They were a foul and unassuming place for the normal citizen of the city if they ever took a trip to visit them, but to someone like Vogel, injured and in need of some time, they were a haven. The complex tunnels would hide his scent, and the winding passageways under the city would allow him relatively safe passage to another portion of the town, and enough of a network of tunnels and alcoves in which he could pull the bits of copper and lead out of his body. Without much time to spare, the doctor quickly got to work by finding a relatively loud spot, and peeling the layers of his clothing back.

The wounds spurted small quantities of blood at regular intervals as Vogel lifted his shirt up, something that did not bode particularly well for him. On a close inspection of the two holes in his side the wounded doctor quickly determined their approximate location, and he wasted no time afterwards to determine precisely what damage had been done by the two small bullets. He was lucky that they had evidently not pierced his lungs or heart from the angle they hit him at, or he wouldn't have had enough time to get himself somewhere safe. As it stood, he was starting to get nauseated from the loss of blood. He would have to work quickly if he wanted to save his own life, and unfortunately, that meant that he had no time to sift through his medical kit for the proper instruments. He was going to have to pull the fragments out by hand. It took all of three seconds for the doctor to get his gloves off and onto the ground, and then to stick a finger into the first of two small holes in his side. The pain was unbearable, even for him, but he knew that it was a choice between getting the slugs out and healing himself, or laying down to die. The first step on the road to recovery was to widen his wounds enough to where he could get at least two fingers in each spot, and pull the bits of metal out. The mental checklist in Vogel's head started to go haywire as he nearly started to scream through clenched teeth and frothing saliva, the pain of his own fingers stretching his skin and muscles apart driving him almost past the point of his current state of insanity. The lightly spurting blood from before turned into a small river working it's way down his side as he widened the two wounds in his side just enough to get his fingers inside of them. The next step was to find the slugs, and extract them before they could reach one of his truly vital organs, something that was much easier said than done. The doctor poked and prodded through his own flesh to get at the deformed spheres of lead and copper jacket residing inside of him, all the while his eyes teared up and darted back and forth in the darkness, searching for the imaginary demons that lay within. Finally, after an eternity of groping his way through himself, the doctor screamed loud enough to deafen a banshee and ripped free the two objects that had nearly cost him his life. Vogel fell to his knees and sobbed in his mask as his own insanity overtook his mind for a brief second, and then shakily brought a hand to the two gushing holes in his chest. There was no light left in the doctor to guide the magic recycling back into himself, and the the dripping-red hand he used to magically stitch up his muscles and skin gave none to the world. It was all he could do to stop himself from running like a madman into the darkness when he finished fixing himself, but he managed to slip back into his equipment soon enough. He shambled through the darkness with his staff and lightless lantern as his only support, until he finally crawled back into the world, and found himself in an alleyway. He could still hear the sirens blaring, but they were much more distant now then they used to be. With any luck, he would manage to find his way to another motel, where he would strip himself of his disguise, and assume his regular persona as an accomplished medical student on vacation. The heavy duffle bag slung over his shoulders a reminder to keep moving, and to stay in the more populated regions of the local area.

[Toksyck Riot]

Things were going to hell and Riot could smell it everywhere. Where were her friends when she needed them. She sighs and shakes her head, no time to think about that right now. She looks around and smells but the area was too coated in blood for her to be able to really get anything out of it. She switches her bow for her guns. They were light and comfortable, fit to her hands perfectly. She aims one of the guns at a blue rose member and fired. The bullet went straight through the mans head. That was when she saw some poor child being grabbed. "Fuck me." She says and runs over. She couldn't very well shoot in the direction of the child on the off chance that she missed. She jumps and kicks the guy in the face, catching the child and holding them close. "Close your eyes." She whispers. The child listens and Riot puts a bullet between the mans eyes. She holds the kid for a moment longer trying to decide what to do. She had to see if there was anyone around that could help.

[Marcus Drago]

Marcus Drago sighed as the woman ran to go save a child that was being grabbed by the blue Rose creeps. "Too nice," is all he said as he began walking towards her and the child. He heard gun shots somewhere else and the sound of blade hitting skin. The daemon was surprised, there were other people who-"Look, it's our little friend again," A voice said pushing Drago back to reality. a grand total of ten roses where surrounding them. He laughed to himself giving off an evil maniacal one before speaking, "Ten, ten pieces of weed to be cut," he said staring into riots eyes, "this job belongs to me, get rid of the child.

If riot would choose to leave, Marcus would commence having a sword fight with ten vampires who could fly. He would first fly his sword straight into one slamming into the wall. He would run as most of them tried to follow and kill him, then he would turn around quickly stabbing through three of more, taking them by surprise, as their upper torso separates from their lower. All six of who was left would charge after him with a knife and sword in their hands giving him tiny cuts. Marcus would grab one of the members slamming him or her, he wouldn't really care at this point, into three others sending them flying through the walls of the motel he was going to stay in. "Two left," he would say as he throws his sword at one of the last goons, sending his blade through the brain of the poor fool who was stupid enough to face him. He would take his now blood covered sword out the dead syndicates face staring at the final one. "one left," he would say giving another laugh as the last goon ran away. "Coward."

If riot did not choose to leave, he would spend the rest of the time watching riots back as they both handled the enemy lackeys together. In the end Marcus would make sure that everyone is alive and look to riot and say, "You saved my life and I kept you protected, we are even now." 

After either one of those situations happened, Marcus felt a punch to the side of the face, but this punch was different than any regular punch. This punch sent Marcus flying straight into a moving cop car making it crash into the light post making his face get acquainted  with concrete wall. Thank god for his super strength and endurance or else he would be dead.

Marcus stood up slowly, trying his best to wake up from reality as blood is coughed up from his mouth. If Riot was there then he would look on the sight of a 6'8 tall man with huge muscles trying to punch the lights out of her and the child. The daemon would sigh and find his katana running into a blow of the behemoth man who seemed to be faster and stronger than Marcus could imagine.  

If Riot wasn't there, then Marcus would spend the rest of the time examining the blue rose men around him as he gets his ass tossed around by the steroidal man. "Twenty, I count twenty left to kill."

[Eurynome]

More than most nights the city reeked of blood, which meant a copious amount of death was nearby. Riot was not. These two combinations wouldn't have had his concern but it had been several hours since her last check in; the smell of blood alone drew him out into the streets.

It was easy enough to follow the direction of the disturbance what with all the noise--to the daemon who relied almost primarily on sound the vibrations were nearly deafening, but he neared them anyhow. Gunpowder, sin, and fear all drifting on the winds as he glided from the tall apartment complex. Eurynome's large gray feathered double set of wings made traveling easy, and often times people mistook his form as an angel. He was anything but saintly, despite his efforts to maintain good intentions...most of the time.

Suddenly he spotted three blurs of humanoids skittering about the rooftops several feet below him all heading in one direction. Easy pickings and they would never know death was coming for them. The fiend tucked his pristine wings in close to himself to dive down. He pulled out the sickly black blade attached to his back, the one name Demnezeu that he had owned since he was born into the world, and plunged through the chest cavity of the nearest person whilst simultaneously reaching out and ripping the other's throat open, blood spewing down his arm from the sudden release of osmotic pressure. The last, a woman, he only knew the gender of because of the scream, he forced her to falter in her leap across to the next building. She fell and broke her femur in several places leaving her in sheer agony. The white-haired Romanian gracefully leaped down from the roof and did the only thing he could do--snap her neck. Terror remained in her eyes from the sight of him but for these people he felt no mercy for.

Upon closer inspection he had realized she was collared. He ran his fingers over her now dying body, noting the release systems installed on the restraint device were something he had seen before, that they were exactly like...

"Riot" he stated to himself, poking around a little further to feel the faint outline of a blue rose tattoo on the stranger's wrist as well. Blue Rose were here. In such numbers for her, he had guessed, looking around the immediate area for more goons without rising to his feet just yet. Normally he would have let her fight her own battles but he had made that blood bond with her and sworn that he would guard her life. With a clench of his teeth he knew he had to find her soon. He took a momentary break from the bloodshed to retrieve his sword, swipe of as much blood as he could and resheathed it against his back. The burial of these sinners for Anpu would have to wait until later.

Once more he took to the air only to hear a loud collision a half a block away. A vehicle had skidded across the pavement into a nearby wall, and a hulking behemoth followed it angrily. Eury tilted his head to the side to observe from his eyes was one vaguely humanoid shape taking on some other shapes, one of which was too small to be anything other than a sentient being. His vision truly bothered him some nights but he dealt with it pretty well. He followed the main source of blood in the area, its scent pungent enough to wake the dead, and landed on the roof some feet away. He had a feeling he wasn't too far from his...what was she? Lover of a past lover? No, that was too much emotional attachment. A friend with benefits?? The feeling of the blood bond was greater than that. He figured they'd discover what it was together at some point--if they even bothered. Right now though all that mattered was that she needed his assistance in some form.