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Fumbling about he made his way outside of the tent holding onto the side of his neck. In time he passed out on the ground still holding onto his neck. The pain was not so bad but his body felt far too week, and he hated it. Oh well he was asleep soon enough.

She probably would have been torn apart if he had been expecting her next attack. The bite forced him to yelp like a wild animal, and her throwing her weight on him almost got him to his back. Leaning back on one leg his knee buckled and he got down on that knee as the pain settled in. Psyche took his claw and forced it up digging it deep into her stomach, but this time not to kill her but push her off of him. The force in which he had thrust that claw into her stomach would have knocked the wind right out of a normal being, and tossed them off. However since she was latched onto him it probably wouldn't have that effect.

The longer she stayed on him though the harder he would press into her stomach meaning the more his fingers would dig into her body. Sharp claws tearing away flesh so easily. Yelping again still in pain and his knee buckling even more to the point he was almost on his back Psyche began to curl his fingers inside of her stomach. This was the last bit of a warning she would have. If she did not release him her entire mid-section would be torn out, but Psyche was not a person to give warnings, as such he jerked his hand back and tore away the flesh, and a bit of muscle that was there. It was more than a hand full at that she would easily end up with a hole in her stomach.

On the down side he was about to pass out from blood loss, and was slowly blacking out.

The feeling of his arm being twisted and turned this way and that made him cringe, but she did in fact take it out of its socket. Holding back a scream he bit into his bottom lip. Taking advantage that the arm was out of its socket Psyche spun around to his right side letting the arm fall limp and all the pain settle in as his left claw came slamming down toward her face. This would easily cut flesh away and chip bone if it did make contact.

However if it did not she was not in the clear just yet. If she moved back too far the buckle of his elongated sleeve would strike her across the face causing enough to maybe dizzy her for a second since she was a vampire, but a human would be knocked out. If she just evaded the claw but did not move back far enough to get hit by the buckle the sleeve would snag itself around her face and wrap around her head giving him leverage over her being that she would not be able to see.

There was a way out of this little predicament she got herself into, and yet he was still smiling through the pain that had been shattering its way through his body.

Proud of his hit he was going to attempt another strike bout found something slamming into his stomach. Lurching forward and coughing up a little blood Psyche still had a smile on his face for some reason or another. Though at this close range he reached for her sides unless she pulled back quick enough he would dig those shining, lovely, and oh so very sharp claws into her sides and grip.

Now if this did connect he would have no intention of ripping her apart like this. Not at all he would want her to scream and as such he would drag his nails that were embedded in her sides up and then down toward the middle. If it did even connect. This was all based off reflex though for Psyche was in far too much pain to think straight, which said a lot since he was not really all that capable of thinking straight.

Tilting his head down only slightly he smiled even wider than he had before. Psyche opened his mouth and ran his tongue over his lips letting the candy fall to the earth. Within the time it was falling he spoke quickly and in a harsh tone obviously his antics had taken their course and he was done being so up beat. "Your not mother..." Nibbling on his bottom lip he opened his hands and lowered them to his sides running the metal over one another.

"Not mother" He repeated this time his eyes getting a little wider as his voice picked up. The only thing he remembered of his parents was watching them be shot before being put in that cell. It was a very bad idea to use them in any sense to calm him down let alone call oneself his parent.

One foot after the next before long his motions were not a walking pattern but that of a running state. If she wanted to close the distance between them this would do it very quickly. Sure he could not move as fast as a vampire but he was no slouch when it came to speed. Psyche would be in front of her rather quick and attempt to deal a dose of medication that he loved ever so much.

Springing from his right foot he would thrust his left leg and foot forward so the boot would land squarely in Bailey's stomach. Of course she would be able to avoid this more than likely but Psyche had his own little advantage with those lose long buckles swaying whenever he moved even those metal attachments could do a great deal of damage if he used them correctly.

((its an unfair fight but I'll stick it out to the end XD))

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Startled beyond all repair he moved away from them as fast as he could only a few inches staying very low to the ground as he did. The girl had fallen on him and he hated, absolutely hated being touched by someone else, but at this angle he could not have attacked her so all he did was scurry to the side.

However he did take the candy from her hand giving a few light scratches and moved from the two girls hurriedly attempting to unwrap the candy. It was pretty hard with the claws on his hands, but he got it in time, but frustration set in many many times. In fact he had to bite the wrapper to get it off before he put it into his mouth.

Looking over at Bailey he stuck his tongue out at her and made a silly little noise laughing soon after. From the corner of his eyes he saw Akasha but said nothing to her. For a second he thought about sticking his tongue out at her but did not. Instead Psyche stood to his full height of six feet and blinked a few times looking at Emerald. As if he was not confused enough as it is he had no idea why she was being nice, but honestly he really did not care after all he had lost his sanity a long time ago.

The candy was sweet enough to keep him calm but when he looked at Bailey again he frowned and attempted a glare snapping at her in his oddly soft voice. " Hag!" Laughing and covering his mouth as he staggered back from laughter pointing at Bailey with the hand that was not covering his mouth he said it again. "Hag, hag, hag!" It was not wise to insult her sure that was true but he was nowhere near wise.

Backing into Bailey he tilted his head to the right and curled his eyes to look up at her. This was the woman who had gotten too close the other night. He remembered that, but before he could really react in a horrid manner he heard the other girl speak. Lifting a brow ,and then both when he saw the candy he did move a little closer, and smirked without meaning.

Psyche understood english far more than elfish that was for sure, but his english was so terrible to begin with. In fact his vocabulary was right up there with that of a five year old. "Candy..." He muttered under his breath before reaching out for it slowly. Now the metallic claws on his hands were razor sharp so if she was not careful as he tried to grab the candy she would be cut. Though he did not mean to cause her harm he was highly considering attacking Bailey but that is only because she insisted on getting really close. Thankfully he was far too distracted by the candy.

The first reaction she got out of the sleeping young male was his right hand twitching ,and sliding along the ground slowly. For a second it would appear as though he was going to reach out after her, but he quickly curled his arm and scratched the back of his neck yawning. No words came out ,because he was still pretty much asleep.

However he sat up as fast as the rain falls and stared blankly at the woman with eye lids drifting down, eye lids that he was attempting to force to stay open. It was not working all that well needless to say. Still scratching the back of his neck he looked around and went back to staring at her blankly. It would appear that he was harmless right now, but for how long would he stay in that mind set was anyone's guess.

Even though he was half asleep whenever she would get closer to him he would move further away from her. Psyche was not afraid per-say he just hated being close to people unless he was killing them, because then he was simply playing a game.

Scooting back a little bit more Psyche looked up in a very startled manner to the sudden change in music. It was very odd, and not only that it made his emotions fluctuate into another sensation he did not feel on a typical day.

Sitting down indian style and watching the girl he narrowed his eyes and removed the tears with the sleeve of his straight jacket. After doing so he yawned a little and laid back on the ground keeping his eyes on her. In time he simply drifted off to sleep. Talk about bad timing, but the song was making him tired, only because he had previously been crying a lot, and like most humans crying hard makes him tired.

Laying there in dangerous grounds he sighed softly with hints of a snore that could only be compared to a child wheezing in their sleep. Not to mention that jacket of his made it hard to breath normally but he had long since adjusted to that.

There was a pause in his actions for he stopped moving completely. Not even an inch of him wished to move as the song sank in. However toying with his emotions was one thing that should not be done, mainly because the reaction was always an unstable one. It is really hard to control ones emotions when said person has no grasp on what they are.

His eyes began to slowly widen and stare toward the ground in a lethargic manner. Ah that vision of his was becoming blurred and he felt moisture falling onto his clawed hands. Pulling those hands up to see them in his swaying vision Psyche fell to his knees completely and just stared down at his hands. Something was wrong so he thought. For this feeling of relaxation was irritating him.

Curling up and placing his hands on the back of his head he smiled and let tears flow down his face onto the ground under him. Laughing softly he started to mumble something under his breath as he thought over his past. Silhouettes of his parents were seen in his head which only made the tears flow faster for he had no idea who these people were. They only held some emotional attachment to him, and that was one reason his emotions were locked away. Watching them die all over again he laughed a little harder, but not louder as he chocked on those tears of his.

Moving back and dragging his head along the ground as his knees pressed into the earth to carry him further away from the woman singing he kept repeating. "Leave Psyche alone..." over and over and over a little louder each time, but never loud enough to overdo her song.