Welcome to Gaia! ::

::listening to whats being said he slowly pieces together what he thinks happened.... but he's still not sure::

*My cycle rushes down the street aware of all on the road. I switch my engine back over to my Fire. The night growing more inactive, besides the usual, by the minute. All demon, lycan, and vampire activity has gone down to the normal possesions, shape changing, and blood drinking. Nothing noteworthy.*

"Code?" Heather says, confused. "What in Heaven's name do you mean?"

::he mutters under his breathe::

"not to be a dumbass and fight in public"

::shaking his head and placing it into his hand.::

"when will they learn?"

"Now listen, listen well." he said, bending closely and grabbing the shocked man by the shirt, picking him up and pushing him against the wall. "I only healed you because you have one more chance until I inform one of our Elders.

Keep us secret, you moron." he smacked the guy across the jaw and let him go, turning on heel with a growl to the woman, jumping up toward the roof as the rain hit him, landing in a kneel. "And trust me...." he turned his head to look at them, gold eyes gleaming in the night.

"....you don't want to be hunted by your own kind."

"Because when you are hunted by a demon, they are not as lenient as the covens and the tribes and the groups." he looked up to the sky. "They are much, much worse. They have no honor with the exception of a select few, and they have no morals. They are the imbodiment of evil.

They are the pillar of evil.

They are all that is evil.

For centuries, we are labeled as bad, as evil, and we have come to accept it as fact." he turned back to the both of them. "So, unless you want them on your a**, and trust me, they will be, you will keep the code up. If not for yourself, for the lady next to you. I was hoping some chivalry still lived." he spat to the side, then stood fully, beginning to walk. "And I've been hunted by all of them as well, and from experience I can tell you, that the wraps around my body, are not from any Vampire, or Lycan, or Hunter."

"And that wound was also given to you once, and can be easily traded right back." he lifted his shirt off of him, cutting a line down the bandages. A fair gash was in his side, bleeding, not of course as bad as Anarch's, but still damn bad. "And unlike you, I can heal myself. When I say something, I mean it how I say it. Your revolt will gain you death. And I'll be standing over you with no regret, no remorse, but the gain that I know you have died for a cause that you should never have been in. And then they will hunt down your girl there. And then the same will become of her. And then they will hunt down everyone you have ever been affiliated with in any positive conotation." he rips off the pendant from around his neck and drops it in the woman's lap. "Meet my wife and only children I ever called my own."

He turned and began walking, stopping one last time. "And the reason I'm still alive? So that I can be reminded every day of my life for a decision that caused the death of the only people I ever cared for with any emotion or passion what so ever. I've had friends before, but they die in the same way you will." he drops the shirt, re-wrapping the bandages around his torso.

He walked away, not in a good mood at all. He just levitated to the next building, then the next, then the next, finally setting down outside his apartment, looking like a Gargoyle, perched on his balcony. Thoughts grew weary in his head, he was bored with thinking anything.

Silent, he watched ahead, the apartment the joining of a T in the street, the | of the T in front of him and in his vision. The rain coursed down his face, his hair and clothing drenched. It was only a few blocks west of where he was. He had indeed recieved her note, and didn't feel like bothering her with his presence.