Fain could taste her fear, he could hear the speed of her heart quicken, feel the heat pulse off her in stronger and faster waves. He was disgusted with himself. How could she think he'd hurt her? He felt the energy shift as she turned. Turned? Human or Were? He wondered. He let his eyes filter through the double sight he now had. His senses catching the way her body cooled in the cold. Human.<br/><br/>He stepped out of the shadows until he stood facing her, "I am Fain DelCaire, second son of Amion DelCaire and one of the three elders of the DelCaire Coven. I mean you no harm," he said in a deliberately soft voice. Fain was huge as a male. Tall and overwhelmingly well muscled. He was all power and strength. Even without his vampirical senses and strengths he was powerful. He knelt on his hunches far enough from her that she could bolt if she desired. He slowly started to remove his coat. He worked slow. His motions deliberate and as he worked his weapons were exposed. He let the coat drape over his arm.<br/><br/>"you must be freezing. Accept the coat it will at least keep you warm until I can get you somewhere that isn't so dangerous. These streets are not save, not even during peace. The vampires don't believe the war is over. I want it to be over, but I'm not like the others," he had no idea why he told her any of this beyond trying to make her feel a little less threatened. He wanted to ease her fears. For some reason he wanted to comfort her.