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"Ike," she snarled, shutting him up.
"Of course," he said, ignoring Ike completely, "How could I not love my family?"
"Your children and wife, you love them correct?"
"Yes," he said simply.
She nodded, and stood, pinning him against the wall in less than a second, "Then you would do best to not say another word. Unless you'd rather watch them die," her voice was deadly quiet as she spoke of the ancient law that allowed the family head to destroy any part of the family that they saw destructive.
His face paled, "Y-you wouldn't, couldn't, they're children."
"Couldn't I? I do have an excellent record when it comes to death, you said so yourself." She tightened her grip on his throat, "Now listen to me carefully, you're going to leave here and you're never going to come back. If you do that I may just let you and your kin live, understand?" he nodded, "Good," she let him fall to the ground, "Now all of you, get the ******** out of my house," Without another word she exited through the kitchen door, leaving them to find their own way out.

She moved through the kitchen without stopping, slamming the back door behind her as I went. She didn't stop in the garden, but continued to the back wall, jumping over it's nearly twenty feet with ease. She continued into the forest, still full of angry vampire-like energy, but despite everything, she was still an elf, and she would always long to be outside, in the forest. By the time she reached a clearing her shoes were lost somewhere among the trees, her hair had fallen and hung around her face, and her dress was torn. Instead of the trees and the earth calming her she only felt more angry. She wanted to hurt something, anything, and she spotted a deer to the right of her. She went to it and ripped it's throat out in one motion, before it even knew she was there. It didn't help, she could still feel the urge to destroy something.

She struggled in his grip as he pinned her body beneath his on the ground. "Let go of me!" She snarled, unable to get away, even with her added strength he still was stronger because he was a Lycan, "Damn you let go of me."

She dug her fingers into his sides, it was the only think she could reach, hard enough to draw blood, "I said let go of me," anger blinded her judgement, and she griped him tighter.

His grip only tightened when she dug her fingers into him. Her struggles became more desperate when she realized that she couldn't get free just by hurting him. She could feel her emotions shift, going from blinding anger to sorrow, as anger often does. Instead of trying to get away, she gripped him tighter, her face buried in he shoulder, tears staining his jacket.

She shook her head, unable to speak through the tears. She wanted to tell him that he had done nothing wrong, that he had stopped her from possibly going on a murderous rampage, bust she couldn't. All she could do was lay her head against his strong chest and cry.

She grabbed his wrist as he turned to leave, "Don't go," she said softly, "Please, don't go." She didn't want to be alone, she didn't know what would happen if she was left alone. She could feel tears still rolling down her cheeks and she tightened her grip.

She watched him go, curling her body tightly around herself. She didn't know why she was so upset, the things that had been said to her she had heard a thousand times before. And yet here she was shedding the tears that she had never bothered to cry when she had been hurt so many times.