.:Rebirth (p)

[Zerah Hawthorne]

"Wake up"

Wake up? Who was calling? She was supposed to be dead anyway. No...she didn't want to wake up, why was that voice bothering her. She wasn't doing anything wrong, she was just sleeping... Memories flooded her. 

She was in a grey, gloomy house of sorts...with a Monster. A monster that turned out to be not so much of a monster after all. There was a point when he stopped hitting her and pushing her around, and it even seemed to her like maybe he cared...or worse, there was sometimes pity in his eyes when he looked at her. As a response for his positive change, she changed too. She stopped trying to escape and there was a new ray of light in the pitch darkness. It all resulted in a new attempt at life. She did not commit any new suicidal attempts and she was even accepting his food, bringing her body to a healthier state. He was even letting Sethan roam the place and she wasn't being locked up any more. Sometimes she would even be allowed to cook and bake.

"Zerah."

Hmm? Someone was calling her name. Her thoughts were the past, memories... Those were not the newest memories she had of that man... No, the day came and as she had known, it was finally her time to die. And although she had known all along...it wasn't any less terrifying. 

"You promised!" She cried out as he pulled her rather roughly by the arm, with her wrists tied behind her back. "You promised you'd make it quick!" He tied her down and much to her horror there was a camera pointing at her from some distance away. Someone actually wanted to see her die! She sobbed and cried, her body quivering uncontrollably in fear. "Who wants me dead? I swear I never hurt anybody!" She cried out, watching as the man loaded his gun. "You didn't hire me to do that. My job is to kill her." This was live?! He was talking to the person that wanted her dead?! "No. My job ends right here." Zerah was staring at him in horror. This person wanted more than to just kill her?! The man frowned, clearly getting annoyed at the person on the other side of the line. "Who is it!?" Zerah cried out. The monster stared at her in silence and pointed the gun at her. She cried, shivering, bracing herself. "Your brother." Her eyes opened wide in shock. BANG!

She was shot. And she passed out with a mixture of sheer panic and pain, both physically and emotionally. But she didn't die. He had purposely missed her heart and hit higher on her shoulder. He needed the shot for the realism of the video and to smear the feathers with the blood. He took her back to where he had been keeping her, for he had no intentions of letting her die. 

A sharp pain stung her shoulder, she was wheezing and quivering. He was working on the wound. "You need to calm down." She heard him say in the distance, she was dazed by the pain. She grabbed his arm. "My brother?" She sobbed, crying, trying to sit down but he pushed her back down. "Why?!" She cried out. "I said calm down." He said as he pressed down on the wound. She squealed out in pain. He shook his head in frustration. "Youa re so f**king fragile! How can you not deal with one gunshot!?" He slapped her hands away when she tried to move his hand away from the wound. "Hold it." He said, grabbing her hand and putting it on the towel above the wound. What the man did not know was that angels were particularly fragile on the shoulder areas, because of their wings. And angels were not the sturdiest of creatures either. The pain and the whole situation was making her panic and making her asthma even worse. He was preparing a syringe with a really strong pain killer. "Breathe woman." But her airways were almost completely shut down by now. She was a healer, but healers could not heal themselves. She was fading quickly, and he could tell. "So f**king weak." He grabbed her arm and injected the pain killer, visibly taking effect immediately and sedating her. She looked up at him, struggling to keep her eyes open. "Why didn't you...kill me?" He locked his gaze with hers. "I do not hurt the innocent."

"Wake up."

Those deep green eyes of her opened to the world, looking up at him. She was still pretty dazed. He had been taking care of her. "Monster?" She looked over at her shoulder, expertly bandaged by him. He got up and returned to his desk. Zerah winced and sat up, noticing a plate of fresh fruit to the side. She felt funny due to the morphine. She grabbed the grapes and put one in her mouth. She knew eating kept him calm and not in a terrible mood, he seemed to hate it when she didn't eat so eating was in her best interest... 

Her shoulder was a little numb, but it had been a couple of days now and she was recovering at a good pace. Everything was so confusing... And it still pained her to know that it was her brother who wanted her dead. Sethan meowed and jumped on the bed, purring and rubbing himself on Zerah's leg before leaping onto the man's lap and rolling over his back, exposing his tummy to him so he could be petted. 

Zerah sighed and looked down, remaining quiet for a moment...too many things spinning around in her head right now. She then finally turned to look at him, although he was not looking at her but at his computer instead. "Monster?" She asked quietly. "Since your job is over... would you mind telling me your name?" She felt weird calling him monster after he saved her life. "What is going to happen with me now? I mean... I am supposed to be dead..." And a lot of people knew who she was. And there was something else. "Jonathan... if he finds out... you'll be in danger..." She knew her step brother all too well. 

The angel laid back down after finishing a handful of grapes, her eyes glossy with tears but she wasn't a single one of them come out. She knew he didn't like tears. "Thank you for saving my life..." She said in a low tone. "But it really wasn't necessary... You just made it harder on yourself for no reason..." She closed her eyes and a single tear slid down her cheek but she was quick to wipe it away. Sethan turned to look at her and rolled back on his stomach, leaping off of the man's lap and to the bed, laying down next to her. Zerah was wearing one of his Tshirts and a pair of his boxers as per usual now. 

Her eyes opened once more, looking up at the ceiling. She couldn't stay by him much longer. She knew the chances of Jonathan finding out she was still alive were high, and once he did he would want to get rid of this man. She saw lightning flashing through the window, followed by a roaring thunder and then the sound of pouring rain. How appropriate for her mood... 

Zerah winced once again and sat up, her shoulder stinging. She pushed herself out of the bed and walked towards the window to see the pouring rain. She turned to look at the man, who seemed completely unfazed by the tempest outside. Then without any notice, all lights went out. Zerah tensed, turning to look at the man once again. Weird...the storm didn't seem strong enough to cause a power outage. 

ooc:: New thread ready to go, Teddy!

[Todd Cain Sørensen D.D.S.]

The man wanted proof. The proof was that the woman he wanted dead to die. He wanted her to die with him watching, but without him there. Todd wasn’t a man to take up on this offer but somehow he got into the kidnapping gig just for this one time. Despite things looking good for Jonathan, Todd found some things opposite of what he was given; therefore, Todd weighed in the information: separating what was fact and fiction, lie and truth. It was then that he found out that Jonathan was just an evil, jealous man with major issues he kept under wraps… And Zerah… Zerah was innocent. However, he couldn’t just refuse to do the job now. Todd weighed in the risks and he wasn’t as stupid as one might assume. Todd had a plan: a plan to act it all out and make it as real as possible. It was to give his client the so called proof that he wanted while saving someone who was innocent. In Todd’s mind… It was better to break an arm and have it heal, then to lose the whole arm completely. So… Zerah would have to get hurt enough to be realistic.

Pain engulfed her and he knew it. The more pain she felt and expressed, the better the proof of burden. When the act was done, Todd did everything he could to make it seem more real than it actually was. That she was actually dead before he turned off the video and went to give her aid. Zerah lost a lot of blood but not enough to die from it. Todd did what he could to sterilize and bandage the wound so it wouldn’t get infected along with bleeding out further. For a dentist and a mercenary: he did alright. No matter what he did she didn’t wake up, which was good. A part of him didn’t want her to wake up. Her voice was annoying to him and he knew that if she woke up she’d move constantly. After all, Zerah didn’t follow orders very well. Being the smart man, Todd gathered some of his belongings and moved to another house this time by the mountains and further away from Essex’s city lights.

Days passed and Todd got everything he needed. He stayed in her room to scold her if she did anything unnecessary. “Wake up.” He commanded multiple times. She didn’t stir. Leaving his laptop on the stand by her, Todd got up to get some food. He got some apple slices for himself and some grapes for her. He left those by her and ate his apple slices as he continued to go on his laptop. When she finally stirred, he put the laptop aside to observe her after ignoring her for so long. “Stop moving so much.” He scolded. This was only going to be the beginning. As for the name part, Todd completely ignored it. Instead he shrugged it off both mentally and physically. Turning to look at her, his eyes cold as ice, Todd replied, “What is going to happen now is that you continue to heal.” That was the first thing that she needed to do. His sharp crystalline blue eyes watches as she ate some grapes. Those eyes were observing her, making sure she was eating the food that he left her. It was almost as if she knew that if she didn’t eat something he would be nagging at her. Indeed she would be right.

Zerah may be annoying and do stupid things that in Todd’s mind – it was shocking she wasn’t dead yet… But she wasn’t totally dumb. She knew who wanted her dead and Todd could tell by the sound of the slight crackle in her tone, filled with worry and concern, that she was concerned and scared of her step-brother… Of what actions caused him to hire such a monster like Todd. “If somehow he finds out, I won’t be the one in danger. Don’t worry about me, angel.” He said the last word with such venom. An eyebrow arched when he witnessed her lay back down instead of trying to get up and walk away or something stupid like that. He swallowed, a little shocked she did that to be honest. She seemed like the one to try to ignore the pain and do stupid things like get up and do whatever. As Sethan jumped off away from Todd and towards her, Todd sighed and closed some of his tabs and shut his laptop completely before standing up. Without a word, he left the room, only to return with a glass of water. Sitting on the best by her head, he held it out for her to take. “Drink. You’re dehydrated.” The monster was taking care of her? Why? Like he said, she was innocent and he needed to keep her healthy and such until she could be on her own… On her own without being stupid enough as to get caught. The woman would need some training… This was for her protection as well as his own.

[Zerah Hawthorne]

So other than the fact that she had been shot, her brother wanted her dead and now she was supposed to actually be dead...not much had changed, he was still bossing her around, and she still did not know his name. Stop moving around so much? She turned to look at him from the corner of her emerald eyes. She felt broken, lifeless, and more ready to die now than ever. What's going to happen now is that you will continue to heal. He was taking the day by day approach, which Zerah wasn't very good with. She was highly organized and liked things well planned. But there was no plan for her life now, for she wasn't even supposed to have one! Zerah's eyes got glossy once again, wanting to cry but holding it all in. She knew better than to cry in front of him. 

She looked crestfallen, broken, ready to let it all go. Though here he was, looking over her like an angel of darkness, stating that her innocence was enough to grant her life over death. Her very own guardian and judge. Her death would come by his hand, not hers. It was almost unfair. She had nothing left, no more willingness to live... "You've made a mistake." The angel said, looking away from him, and just letting her gaze get lost in the nothingness. 

If he finds out he won't be the one in danger. And then he called her angel with the same tone in which you'd say snake or rat. She turned to look at him with genuine concern in her eyes. "Don't underestimate Jonathan." She already knew what he'd have to say or think about the matter: don't underestimate me. She anticipated that and proceeded. "I know you are dangerous too, but Jonathan doesn't do his own dirty work...and he has enough capital to keep on trying until he gets it right." Zerah was looking at him straight in the eye. "Jonathan is more of a monster than you are...he takes pleasure in someone else's pain, and he has no sense of right versus wrong." Unlike what this monster seemed to have by not killing innocents. 

Zerah watched as he walked out, and she got up and walked to the window, watching as the storm raged on outside. All of a sudden the electric power went off. Zerah instinctively looked up at the light bulbs, the room getting considerably darker but not enough to scare her. She heard him coming back and turned to look at him, still standing by the window. "Are power outages common here?" It seemed weird to her. But they were after all, in the middle of nowhere, services were probably not the best out here. 

Drink, you are dehydrated. Zerah looked down at the glass of water he was offering her. He was taking care of her... "Thank you." She took a couple of sips before looking up at him. There was horror in her eyes all of a sudden. She had seen enough TV to know what that dancing red dot on his forehead was. sh*t! "Get down!" She cried out, dropping the glass of water and knocking him down to the floor; falling on him. Almost immediately the window shattered and she felt a burning pain on her hip and her wounded shoulder from the sudden rough movement. 

She quickly got off him and looked down, the adrenaline blocking away the pain from her shoulder. There was a lot of blood, but it wasn't hers. The bullet had scratched her hip and gone into his thigh. Then she saw it again by his chest, that deadly red dot. "Move monster! Move!" She cried out, trying to pull him away from the window and against the wall. "Someone is trying to kill you!" She cried out, looking at the window and then back at him, her attention then drifting to the opposite wall, now infested with dancing little red dots like a deadly chicken pox. They couldn't get out of the room without being shot...

Opposite to what he might think, Zerah was a quick thinker, specially when it came to taking care of others. She ripped a piece of his shirt and wrapped it very tightly around his thigh. "Tell me there is another exit to this room other than the window, and that door." She said looking up at him. There was all of a sudden a fierce determination to survive. He was going to be the one to kill her, not any other way, she promised. She knew they were not after her, but they would not hesitate on killing her if that meant killing him too, not only that but she was supposed to be dead. For his own safety, she should not be recognized. She suddenly heard the clang of metal and turned to look to a peculiar little ball that had just gotten thrown in from the window. 

Zerah's eyes opened wide. A grenade?! "Tell me there is another exit!" 

ooc:: I love hurting your characters like I said xD lol

[Todd Cain Sørensen D.D.S.]

Loss was a thing that Todd has seen in many different scenarios. His own as well as all the others that he has taken away from this world. He knew what it felt like and personally, he didn’t care. Emotions like care and love were so fickle it was just pointless to have anymore. Maybe down the road when he cleared his information and his name… Live a peaceful life with all the money and protection he has saved up, then maybe… As for now and the many years to come – it was not necessary. It never even popped up in his mind. He purposely missed her heart. He tried to the best of his ability, which was basically an expert change he’d miss, but as usual – fate had a cruel thing of not letting Todd have his way. Surprisingly he shot correctly. She almost died, but he managed to save her. Was this care? To some, maybe. To Todd, he was in complete denial of it. All he wanted to do was to make sure she was alright and could protect herself and his own. She was innocent and killing the innocent wasn’t a way he walked. He killed the guilty and those that deserved death before more damage could come out of them. That was all…

When she stated that he made a mistake, Todd looked at her with a strict stare. A stare as if he was a parent warning his child not to do anything stupid. “I do not make mistakes, angel.” Much like with her calling him monster, he called her angel – but not in the way one would expect. He said it with complete distaste and venom that it could send shivers down anyone’s spine. Arching a brow, Todd’s breath got caught in his throat at her next words. Offended? No. Disappointed. “He is nothing compared to me.” He started to speak, his words with slight anger, “If anything he should fear me. I do not like being toyed with. Do not underestimate me!” He stood. If he had to put her in her place he would.

A man that was in a somewhat busted down home… Obviously it wasn’t his own. A man wearing the same clothes he worse yesterday, but cleaned. Poor? No. There was more than what met the eye. “He isn’t the only one with enough capital.” Those words were spoken softer, but still with some anger infused within them. She could catch those words if she was paying attention. “I do not like repeating myself…” He started to say, walking towards her a bit, “Do not worry for me. Worry for yourself.” No sense of right versus wrong? Todd snickered and a sharp smirk appeared on his façade, “He isn’t the only sociopath in the world.” Obviously Todd wasn’t one. He knew what right was wrong, he could feel sadness, he could cry, and so much more. He just had a strong enough will to hide what he wanted to hide and to show what he wanted to show or what needed to be shown. That was a fact.

The lights went out, but Todd wasn’t worried. It happened once before on a mere sunny day so having it rain outside was an even better excuse for the houses poor establishment. “Stop worrying about things not in your control.” When he told her to drink and gave her the glass, she said thank you but Todd didn’t return the favor, he just turned around and walked away as if his job was done. Turning around, Todd watched – making sure she was actually going to drink the sustenance that he gave her instead of wasting it like some depressed person she turned out to be. Instead, her eyes widened. Todd looked confused before he glanced up a bit and saw a slight red line – the dust of the place making it visible in the darkened night. Before he could move, she knocked him down.

The weight of her slamming him onto the creaky wooden floors made him ignore the pain of the bullet for some odd seconds before the pain filled him up. His teeth clenched tightly together. With a bit of her help, which Todd will deny in its whole entirely, she managed to move him to the side of the wall and help him. She ignored her pain and managed to put some ripped cloth around his thigh. He smacked her hand away just at the time she finished. “Don’t help me.” He was being stubborn indeed. Seeing all the red dots on the wall, the man swallowed hard. “Shut up.” He some when she said someone was trying to kill him. “Obviously I see that, stupid!” The man sniffed the air like a dog a bit as his eyes glanced around the whole vicinity with extreme haste – trying to put many things together all at once. She may think it was weird for him sniffing the air, but he didn’t care. Demons were much like dogs in a sense with heightened sense of smell. Growling slightly, Todd couldn’t make out the scent. It was people he did not recognize… Which wasn’t good at all.

“No, but I will make one.” Todd moved quickly to the couch to grab a shotgun underneath while at the same time a grenade was thrown through the broken glass window and onto the wooden creaky floor. He managed to scoot back towards Zerah and grab her arm, whilst the other hand held the shotgun. “Son of a bi-” He started to say, getting really annoyed as his adrenaline shot through the roof. As he cocked his gun and was getting up to shield her and move away, the unexpected happened…. He vanished…. Taking Zerah with him due to he was touching her.

The next thing he knew he was grinding his teeth, baring them, shotgun out and ready to shoot right at some skinny man in a brown business suit… In Long Island, New York. “Whoa!” The man screeched in horror and due to the shock fell down on his butt, backing away in freight. Eyes widened from the shock of before, Todd started to slowly calm down and lower his gun. A contract was being made… He was summoned. “You caught me at a bad time.” He spoke, his leg still bleeding but much less thanks to the applied pressure. “Make it quick, I don’t have all dang day. What do you want!?” He let go of Zerah and looked at the man. As the man got up, still scared, he spoke to Todd, “I-I don’t… I don’t want to lose my house. Make it so I don’t. I can’t lose my wife and kids. They’re all I have.” He spoke. Todd looked at Zerah, handed her the gun, then walked to the man but stopping at the end of a circle on the ground. Grabbing the guy by the unprofessionally done tie, he dragged him into the circle in a residential area crossroads and gave the man a kiss on the lips. This was something he hated on the job, but it needed to be done. This was quicker than the long “sign with blood” contract.

“What th-” Grunting to shut him up, Todd spoke with haste, cutting him off, “That’s the seal of the contract. Now get the heck out! Go!” The man almost fell again as he backed up due to Todd’s raising voice. Turning around, the man ran some yards and got into his car then drove off. The circle on the ground by his feet vanished and Todd let out a long, deep sigh. For once, he was thankful someone was greedy to sell their soul… Looking around and seeing houses, he knew he would be spotted soon, so he grabbed Zerah’s arm and started walking away from the scene. Finding a more abandoned road in the residential area, he took a shortcut through a small patch of woods that separated one residential spot with another. Sitting down on a fallen tree, he then let go of her hand and snatched his shotgun back. Dropping it on the ground next to him, the man ripped off the cloth that was around his thigh. He was limping a bit but stood straight with posture so seeing an actual limp was a little difficult. “That son of a-” He started ranting on now that he had his own ‘alone time’ to do so. Rolling up his bloody pant leg he examined the wound. The bullet was still inside. “I am going to kill his arse slowly! No one eff’s around with me!” He was ticked off, to say the least…

[Zerah Hawthorne]

He slapped her hands away! Zerah frowned at him, he was unbelievable! But this was no time to argue, they were about to get shot or killed by a grenade. And then he pulled out a shotgun. "Really!?" She expressed frustrated. What was he going to do with that!? One shotgun against at least a dozen of red dots! Sethan ran to Zerah and she embraced him before Todd grabbed her arm. And then they vanished... Like a warp in time they left their current place and reappeared in... wherever it is they reappeared at.

Zerah was panting, kneeling on the floor with eyes wide open. Where were they? She turned to look at a man, dressed business formal. It looked like he didn't belong in this old run down place. She looked down, they seemed to be in some sort of symbol... All this magic and supernatural world was new to her although she belonged to it. Sethan seemed just as confused, looking around the place, still in Zerah's arms.

Caught him at a bad time?! He knew this guy!? His home? Zerah grabbed the shotgun when he gave it to her, looking down at it with a puzzled look in her eyes. What was she supposed to do with this?! She looked up at him, and what she saw next made her eyes open as wide as they could go. He kissed that man! What?! Wait... no... but yes! Yes he did! She blinked, shocked. He... he was gay!? Oh my god... all this time she had been terrified that if she annoyed him enough or rubbed him the wrong way she could end up being raped! But no wonder he never did! He swings the other way! Maybe this is why he was always so grumpy, he hasn't been able to find a partner! Zerah's heart ached and she found herself smiling at them. That was no socially acceptable, but after being with a woman for so long, the Monster needed to let go of his urges. She would have never thought about it!

And then he made him go away. Was he one of those gays that were still in denial? Poor monster? As the shock passed away and the adrenaline eased, the pain in her shoulder returned. When she stood up it stung, and she looked at it. It was oozing blood, but not nearly as bad as the monster's leg. She looked down when the circle disappeared and then out the windows... she didn't recognize any of this. "Where are we?" She asked, confused, looking at him. He seemed like a P*ssed off rabid animal for whatever reason. "You can teleport? How did --- What.-- What was all of this about? Who was that guy?" But the monster was never one to answer many of her questions, if any at all.

He grabbed her arm and began limping out of the run down house and into a forested area. "Monster, stop..." She complained, looking down at his leg and watching his limping get heavier and heavier, although it was barely noticeable, she knew he was in considerable pain. She knew she was in considerable pain, so his much be much worse considering his wound was fresh. She tried to stop but he was much stronger than she was and just dragged her along. Who thought she would ever be walking around a residential area of New York wearing a pair of bloody boxers due to the cut on her hip and a T-shirt that was too big for her with a bloodied shoulder. Oh and she was just wearing socks, causing her to jerk every time she stepped on something that hurt the bottom of her feet.

And then he finally stopped, sitting on a log and snatching the shotgun from her. He was clearly P*ssed. She knelt next to him and looked down at the wound. The area was swelling up really quickly. "Let me see..." She said gently putting her hands on his thighs, but he slapped her hands away in the middle of the rant. "Stop that!" She said getting frustrated. "You can't kill anybody with a wounded leg!" She said trying to look at his wound again but he slapped her hands away again! Zerah rolled her eyes. Ok she has had it! "I SAID STOP THAT!" She snapped at him, flicking his nose and this time she slapped his hands away.

He seemed so shocked by her sudden gutsiness that he didn't even react. She was frowning at him, P*ssed. There was no fear in her eyes now, but sheer determination. She looked down at his thigh and ever so gently put her hands on it as they began to glimmer, and then so did his wound. The pain eased, and a soothing feeling began crawling all over his body as if on heavy sedatives and painkillers. As the wound began closing, it started pushing the bullet out until it was completely out of his flesh, and the wound almost completely healed.

After a couple of minutes, her hands lost their glimmer and now just rested on his thigh, cold. It had taken a good chunk of her energy... she had not done that in a very long time. This was the first time she displayed some of her magic in front of him. She took in a deep breath and rested her head on his thigh, breathing heavily. "You may slap my hands away now..." She said in between pants, before lifting her head and resting her back against the fallen log. Wow, she couldn't believe he was gay... she would have never imagined...

"Now what... We need to hide... Until everyone calms down and people stop trying to kill you..." Thunder roared all of a sudden, it was going to start raining soon. "Great..." Zerah mumbled with a deep sigh, placing her hand on her wounded shoulder, the ache beginning to spread and she could feel it throbbing. Sethan looked up at Todd, jumping on his lap and caringly licking the blood off him before laying down, looking up at him with worried eyes.

But the monster wouldn't just sit around and they were soon back on the move. Zerah was slow, taking her a while to walk through a forestry area without shoes, but they finally made it to the edge of it. She was incredibly tired, almost lightheaded. The blood from her shoulder was now covering almost a quarter of her shirt...well, his shirt. He gave her a card and told her to get a room. "Bloody woman who is supposed to be dead getting a room in the middle of nowhere... why not." She mumbled under her breath. "Take care of Sethan..." She said taking the card and walking towards the hotel. It seemed pretty empty.

The lady behind the desk seemed shocked when she saw her. "Ma'am! Are you okay?! Do you need an ambulance?!" Zerah shook her head. "No no, I'm fine. I just had a huge fight with my boyfriend and I need a place to stay." The woman's eyes were wide open. "Oh Lordy... the bastard!" Zerah smiled a bit. "Yeah well... It turns out he is gay too... We got P*ssed at each other, it went down hard, and things happen. Could I please get a two bedroom unit? My brother is coming by to make sure my boyfriend stays away from me. Also... if any strange man comes by, could you let me know?" The lady nodded frantically, taking the card and then giving her a couple of card keys. "Thank you so much..." Zerah said with a gentle smile. "Please, take this too." The lady said, offering her a first aid kit. Zerah took it and then walked away to the room that was given to her.

It was a nice, two bedroom unit, with one bathroom, a living room and a full kitchen. She set the first aid kit down and then walked to the back of the hotel, opening the door for the monster and leading him to their room. She was quiet the whole way, not wanting to talk to him or anyone, scared that if she uttered a single word she would break down and start crying. Inside, she did not hesitate to take the bloody shirt off and walking towards the bathroom wearing just her bra and his boxers. He was gay anyway, it was like taking her shirt off in front of a woman. "I left your card on the table." That's all she said, which was odd coming from her. Zerah was frustrated and it was visible and she had a mixture of emotions inside of her that was about to explode. Sethan meowed and jumped on the couch, playing around with the pillows. Zerah walked in the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She took the small hand towel and soaked it with water, gently wiping the blood off her shoulder.

This was all a mess! What was she doing with her life?! Life... what life!? She was supposed to be dead! What was she going to do now?! She had nothing, and she had no one! This monster was going to leave her sooner or later and then what?! She closed the faucet and just dropped the bloodied towel on the sink, leaning back against the wall and slowly sliding down to the floor, tucking her arms to her chest and resting her head against her knees...and tears fell, as she cried silently, her petite frame shivering slightly as fear took over, fear of whatever was to come and the bitter uncertainty.

Sethan sensed it. He stopped playing and looked up, jumping off the couch and running to the closed bathroom door, sitting on the other side of it and just waiting patiently for it to open, he scratched it once and meowed, before trying to slide his paws from underneath, although they were too big for that.

ooc:: back in action baby!