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Bradley grinned at her instruction, as she hadn't given him enough time to verbalize a response. He paused for a second to watch her fluidity through the window, before diving through it headfirst, taking the ninja-roll approach, instead of her graceful tree decent. He hit the ground and shoulder rolled; not because he had to in order to avoid breaking his ankles, but because stunts like that were fun for him. He rolled back onto his feet and ran after Marie, easily passing her in a fluid burst of speed. He circled back around, jogging lazily by her side while she ran; feigning a yawn as he did. He grinned again, happy to be out of a house and back out into the world he knew so well. His senses were on red alert as they ran, but he was determined to let her take the first kill... Unless she took too long. "Ladies first." He teased, his words unaltered by his pace.

Bradley watched her, her movements almost aweing him; almost, of course, being the opperative part of the phrase. He did have to give props to her, though; she did knock out a fourteen point buck without breaking a nail. He stopped a little whiles off, his body rigid and eyes closed. He wasn't hoping for a deer; they bored him. He was looking for something more... 'dangerous'. He inhaled deeply, seeing the world through his blood-lusting nose, and his eyes darted back and forth under granite eyelids. Soon enough, he found what he was looking for. Not his first pick by a longshot, (his first pick being human), he found a mountain lion about seventy yards away. The instant his eyes flew open, he was on the move, and in a blur had sunk his pearly whites into the pulsing neck of the animal. He drank it dry, before standing back up, and slowly walking in Marie's direction, his eyes now sufficiently more golden. "Done?" He asked, with a satisfied look on his face. He could spend all day in the forest, which he had before, but he was unsure of where she stood.

Bradley felt the wind change direction, but thought nothing of it, as the wind was under its own power, or so he thought. His eyes wandered the canopy and the sky above, not paying attention to Marie who was still a while off. "Uhm, yeah? What kind of ans-" He started, before his words were cut off suddenly. It was in that moment that he smelt the delicious human blood in the air. It was faint, but oh, how good it tasted... how it burned his throat with such vigor. But who could be bleeding out here? He thought, before it hit him. Marie was. He still hadn't stopped walking robotically towards her, and as he came closer and closer it was obvious that his entire body was quaking against his urges just to kill her. Do it, his brain seethed, let her tainted blood feed your thirst. He stopped several feet away, shaking and tense, his eyes on her bloody neck. "How did that happen." He said as quickly as was possible, to refrain from breathing. His words were not a question, but a demand. 'Just kill her, goddammit, no one will miss her. She's just a filthy mudblood. Kill her. Kill her. Kill her.'

If he had been of sound mind, Bradley's hatred for Marie's father would've boiled in his figurative blood, but he was not of sound mind. He was caught in a war; to kill, or not to kill. Everything in his body told him to kill, to be the predator he was built to be, except for the molecule of human still left in him. Whenever his brain seethed rhetorical questions about who would miss her, the human in him would answer, 'you would.' So caught up in his mind, he could not formulate a proper response to her terrible statement about her death. He quaked under the tensing of his muscles; his teeth clentched tightly together. "I would. I'd hate me for it." He finally answered through clentched teeth and stony jaw, and that was the truth. He knew he couldn't hold off for long, but he hoped he could for just long enough for her to heal, which he figured she was with his limited knowledge of halves.

"Anything's possible with enough venom." Bradley responded without thinking, at the same time inhaling deeply. His mind swam with the scent, and the prospect of a never-ending bloodflow. 'Oh man, just a taste, it won't hurt,' his mind suggested, ' just stop her heart forever.' But he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was love versus instinct, and atleast in that moment, the love, 'wait, love?' was prevailing. "No, I... I didn't mean that... I..." He added, his eyes wide, but teeth now reclentched.

"No. I won't do it." Bradley growled in response, the burn growing in his throat. He tried to calm himself, but it was entirely in vain. Oh, how he just wanted her blood and how it killed him at what he'd have to do to get it. "You still have a heart... You're still alive... I will not change that." He growled, his teeth clentched which only added to his tone. Where was her father now? What could he possibly do?

Bradley's eyes flew wide, the scent burning his throat with a vicious hunger. He involuntarily took a step forward, his eyes focused on the cut with an intensity unique only to predators. He snarled a deep, dangerous snarl, entranced by the blood now much closer than it was before. 'What the hell are you doing?' His human molecule screamed, shaking his entrancement for long enough for him to fly backwards in a blur away. "Do you ******** want to die?" He shrieked. "What the hell are you thinking?"