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((>< Yeah, this is the violent things Ronin does when he's pissed... ))

As Neasa hit the wall she let out a growl and went to sit up, only to have Ronin with a bloody eye lean over her, his face as blank as always. "Ronin? You OK?" She asked, sitting up slightly and reaching for the wound on his face. The vampire snarled and grabbed her wrist, his fangs flashing violently as he bared them at her. "It's your fault. If you hadn't told me not to kill them, it never would've happened." He said, his voice cold as he squeezed her wrist tighter until the bone protested the pressure and Neasa gritted her teeth against the pain.

She tried to pull her wrist free from him without hurting him, after all, they needed to fight the Cursed, right? "Ronin, let go. You're letting them get away." She snapped, making a biting motion at his hand, but he jerked her wrist up hard, out of her reach and towards his mouth. "You will go after them, and you will kill them, do you hear me?" He barked, but before she could say anything he squeezed her wrist harder and then bit into it, ripping slightly with his fangs. Neasa flinched and gritted her teeth, but didn't try anymore to pull free. "Understood. I'll kill them." She answered in a half groan of pain, and thankfully that seemed to be the words to make him let go.

Ronin stood up and backed away from her, and so Neasa stood up and shook her wrist to try to get feeling back into it. With another sharp gasp of pain Neasa shifted into a large chocolate colored wolf, holding it's paw up off of the ground. She set her nose to the ground and inhaled deeply the scent of her prey, and then she dashed off after them, limping terriably on her broken paw.

Nose to the ground, ears slicked back, and paws pounding the pavement hard, Neasa kept her eyes on the prize and tried not to cry out at the pain shooting up her left arm. 'At least it was my left wrist, not my right one...' She thought to herself with a sarcastic tone. She kept herself focused, however, following the scent. If she didn't find them, there was no way she could go back. If she didn't kill them, then Ronin would for absolute sure kill her this time around. Forget Sky, don't even think about Alec, Ronin was who she was scared of right now.

At the rate she was going, however, she would need a break soon or she would ruin her wrist for life and it would turn useless to her. Still, the sight of Ronin's glare in the back of her mind was enough to keep her going. After all, she was the one who pointed out the strange girl, and she was the one who had told Ronin not to kill them, which had inevitbly resulted in her own broken wrist and being sent after them. 'OK, seriously, if I ever get out of this alive, note to self: Never tell Ronin what to do.' She thought to herself.

Up ahead she could already smell where the scent veered off and into a building, even without reaching it yet. Neasa gritted her teeth, her stomach doing little flips at the thought that she would actually need to kill this time. There was no Ebony, Sky, or Ronin to help her out, not this time around. The chocolate colored werewolf lowered her head even more and edged one shoulder forward to take the brunt of the impact and she crashed in through the window, landing in the misdt of the three girls with a snarl.

Neasa bared her fangs and let out a long, low growl, taking a limping step forward, dagger like teeth open wide so that they could see them clearly. There was a slight hope somewhere in the back of her mind that they would decide she was scary and give up, that way she could just march them to Sky and not have to hurt them herself, but she had an awful feeling that wouldn't be the case.

Neasa's eyes widened suddenly to the size of plates, and behind the honey color she was screaming. 'WHAT THE HELL?! JESS?! NO! THIS ISN'T FAIR! I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU!' She screamed inside her mind, then procceded to let out a long string of mental curses. She slicked her ears back and closed her mouth, lowering herself slightly and letting out a long whimper. 'Please, don't make hurt you... Please. I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to hurt anyone. You have to understand...' She thought, though she knew she couldn't see her.

The werewolf took another half step forward, lowering herself, pleading with her eyes. 'Just come with me, don't fight. I already can't live with the thought of killing someone...' She let out another long whimper and looked towards the others. It was only girls here, right? So... maybe it wouldn't be that odd to turn back to human form, but a sudden streak of shyness kept her in wolf form. If only she could make Jess understand!

Neasa let out a long series of low barks, as if trying to form words. If only there was a way to defend herself against the accusations of being a traitor, but there wasn't. She knew she was a traitor, but what other way was there to stop the Cure so she could stay a werewolf? It wasn't fair! No one should have the right to take her gift away from here! She gritted her teeth together, a mixture of anger and saddness floating around in her chest. Why should she be the one apologizing? Jess was trying to change her into a human! Still... She could't bring herself to quite stay angry.

Jess could see that Neasa suddenly remembered her and that she didn't want to hurt them, but that didn't stop the anger any more. "Transform back into human form, Neasa. I have clothes here." she said in a some what more calm voice. "I can try to fix your wrist, too. Come on now.. Do as I ask or there will be a fight," knowing that Neasa didn't want to, "And you won't be able to kill me little girl." Anger started to fill back up. She kept her eyes on Neasa but fell into a flashback. "Geez..these are happening far too often now..."

::Flashback::
Jess walked into the house where she found a Micheal Connor and a 3 year old Neasa. She went down on one knee and said, "Come here, sweetie. Come to Jessie." The little girl giggled, wildly and ran over to Jess and she picked her up and swung her around in circles. Michael said, "Jess, thank you for watching her while I go out..there's some..things I have to do." with that he left. She sat on the couch with Neasa on her lap, "How are you doing sweetie?" she asked her in a very happy tone...after all..she was supposed to be a mother.. and that was taken away. "I'm gooood," the little girl said, "Daddy's teaching me how to control when I turn into a wolfy!!" the girl sounded so excited. "Well that's great, dear. I just need you to promise Jessie something." The little girl looked up at her, "What?" Jess continued on, "You have to promise me that one day you will be willing to give up being a wolfy." The little girl laughed and said, "Okay, Jessie, I promise."
::End of Flashback::

"Are you going to stay to your promise, Neasa?"

(( I don't know either D; ))

Jasper’s vision swam and dots exploded in front of his eyes like fireworks when his head smacked against the floor. He coughed, causing the wire to cut deeper into his neck. And to top it all off the little b***h was stepping on his damn chest.
“This is a little uncomfortable,” he rasped.
Jasper leaned his head to the side despite the pain it caused as the wire slid across his skin. His knife had been knocked from his hand as he fell. It was just out of reach. If he could only stretch his hand a little further…
The woman let loose a cackle at his attempts and stepped on his hand. Jasper snarled and with his free hand grabbed her foot, digging his nails in. The woman cringed slightly, but when she realized that was all he could do she laughed again.
“Didn’t Alec ever teach you not to play with your food?” Jasper hissed, having a little trouble breathing properly between the foot on his chest and the wire around his neck.
“You know, you could lose some weight.”

((( Oh, and yes its around 6 or so. )))

Rosen stepped forward, procuring the blade that Logan had been so smart to give her. She had not yet had the chance to treat her own wounds, which were now bleeding fiercely from their run. The one that the Lycan had given her when she was protecting Alice was the worst; she had no idea how deep it might be. But they would all have to wait for another time.
“You have no chance in killing us, even if you wished to,” Rosen said to the Rouge in front of her. “And there is no hope that we will just give up. I don’t think we can even let you go.”
Rosen twirled her blade.
“I don’t want to harm you anymore then you want to harm Jess, but cant you see that we have a little dilemma?”
She looked over to Jess.
“So what to do with her?”

With a snarl Neasa took a few steps forward, her anger actually making her hair stand on end and go messier; suddenly she wasn't so shy about her body and she didn't seem like a sweet little girl. "Don't think you can talk to me like that!" She snapped, glaring viciously. "And don't think I'm so easy to kill just because you have me outnumbered and you have weapons, as a Rogue I've trained under far worse conditions, and I don't seem to be dead yet, now do I?" She growled, eyes flashing angirly.