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With a mix of emotions running through her, including mass amounts of pain, Takiko watched him run. The warmth from his sweatshirt surprised her. It was the warmth of something living, a human that was still alive. The feeling sickened her for a moment, before it made her want to smell more of it. A weakness she had. It seemed anything with a beating heart had a pleasant scent. There was only one vampire who's scent she had noticed was pleasant...

Takiko forced herself to stand. The wound felt a little better than before, and the bandages causing minimal movement of her muscles in her abdomen. With careful easy steps, Takiko followed him without trying. With his scent filling her sences from the sweatshirt, his trail was easy to catch. When she stopped, a few hundred yards from him, she raised her hand to the side.

Two rope-like vines came from the ground. They were black, seeming to be created from the shadows themselves. It was a nice little thing she liked to do when she played with her food. Though, in her eyes, there was no bloodlust, or emotion at all. No hunger, no need for blood that all vampires carried within her. She stared at him, her emotionless eyes watching him, as her rope-like vines wrapped around his ankles. They were firm, but not painful, just strong enough to trip him if he tried to leave the place he sat.

There was a soft crunching of grass from under Takiko's feet. She did not usually make so much sound when she walked. Though with a bullet wound in her abdomen, she was more unorthodox than usual. Takiko watched him closely, noticing his weapons pulled.

"Are all humans like you... Or are you just special...?"

Takiko's calm voice rang out in the darkness as she came closer to him. She was commenting on his extreme attitude of what seemed to be fear. Her expression seemed a little more hostile when she noticed how dangerous he seemed at the moment. If he shot her, she would not live past it, and she knew it. Her face showed no fear, or any emotions for that fact.

A smirk formed along her lips from his reaction. His tone told her everything. He did have a point though, most would have just killed her... Obviously, he was not a normal human, or else he would not know about her. If he did, on a normal basis, he would be dead by now.

Even in her weak state, Takiko could not help but lightly chuckle when he spoke. Even though her every breath sent pain through her. The pain was noticable as she looked at him.

"Maybe it is, and perhaps it isn't."

Takiko thought if she provoked him a bit, she would just get shot. Nothing else was going right, why not just die?
She watched the guns carefully, thinking of another taunt. Though she admired her handiwork on his ankles. From such a distace, and with so little energy, she was able to make one of her favorite shadow-manipulation tricks.

A long drawn-out sigh pased her rose-red lips. She stopped a few feet from him, feeling sudden waves of pain a bit stronger than before. A quiet grunt came from her, trying to ignore the pain. With a flick of her wrist, the vines disappeared, slluggishly crawling back into the shadows. She could see the emotional disruption he felt, she could see it in her eyes. It made her feel a bit sad, she knew how it felt, even if she did not know exactly what he felt.

"Would killing me make you feel better...?"

Crow stumbled through the park in his Lycan form, it had forced itself out of him already. His mouth was gaping open and his eyes were wide and strained. His arms, scratched and bruised by his own claws. He pushed himself against a tree, gritting his teeth. He let out a long howl, one of pain and sorrow. His claws dug into the tree he was against, the wood splintered underneath his claws. He stopped suddenly, catching a familiar scent. As he caught this scent, his mind began to calm and he reverted back to his old form. His clothes now tattered and ripped, he slowly made his way out from the tree. He noticed Takiko standing with someone, and their faces were ever so close. He twitched violently and his chest began to burn. He felt like he couldn't breath, like the air and the very essence of his life was taken from him.

He gasped for air and stumbled back behind the tree, sitting there on his knees. "It's happening again....All of it....Again....."He managed to say inbetween small whimpers. He closed his eyes tightly and grabbed hold of several blades of grass. He felt some sliding down his cheek, his eyes shot open and his expression was that of surprise. He watched as a single tear drop fell from his eye and hit the blade of grass, the second it hit his entire life flashed before his eyes. From beginning, to end, to his new beginning and the end of that. And to when he first met Takiko, and now this. His expression changed, he held no expression. Just an empty and emotionless gaze. "I am not ment for love....This has proved it to me...."He said quietly and stood. "So what good is my life then...?"He lightly chuckled. "I already threw away my allegiance to my own brethern....Now what am I living for...?"He closed his eyes. "I am not long for this world....Am I?"He reverted to his Lycan form and rushed off. The single tear drop still lay on that blade of grass.

((Exit to the Residential District))

".... What the hell did I get myself into....."

Kashkin shook his head. He stretched quickly, running up to the girl. As far as he knew, he had stumbled upon some of the worst luck in his career. Feelings. He remembered that Crow was the one who had shot her in the first place. And she wanted him that badly?

Love.


Kashkin's body wrenched. Love was what had been driving him in life the entire time. His sister....

He ran up to the girl who was on the ground, blood in her hands. He reached down, his hands under his own sweatshirt, and tightened the bandages around the girls wound. It would hold, but she couldn't run anymore.

"Damn it all, with all of your stupid feelings, and your lovey-dovey...."

Kashkin said this as he put her arms around his neck and held her legs. This was the old fashioned piggy-back ride, only it was going to be a long one. The girls head was resting on his shoulder, and due to running cross country and track a lot, he could run without much motion on his upper body.

He was aware that the wolf person had been there. After tracking vampires and such for years, he learned to track people, not to mention he had just seen him run off.

With that, Kashkin grunted, getting the best grip he could possibly get on the girl, and booked it towards the middle of the park, where the wolf had gone.

He stopped, looking left, right, and all over.

"Which way did he go?" Kashkin asked the girl in an rushed voice. His adrenaline was starting to kick in, and he was gonna burn everything in his body to catch this wolf guy.


Heh. Who knew that a hunter would end up helping a vampire find a lover who happened to be a wearwolf? When, in all of his life, did all three races interact in such a way?

Layna back away from the man, her eyes whirling dark silver. "A Hunter..." She growled softly. She had never liked Hunters. Her mother had been killed when she was a little girl, by Hunters.

Runt felt a small p***k in his neck as she snuggled to him...when she got up and took off, he was completely caught off guard by her abruptness...Sitting up, his gaze followed her she ran off on him. He was too stunned to follow immediately. He reached up to his neck, feeling something trickling down the fur...Pulling his hand from the wet hairs he saw only what he wouldn't expect...blood...two small patches...he looked back at where she'd gone, but he couldn't see her...