Fain was starting to fall asleep in his chair. He didn't need to sleep. None of the vampires did, but it was a remnant of their human DNA that drove them to seek sleep. However for Fain it was always something he'd experience little of. Yet, right now his mind drifted away and he saw Freya dancing through his thoughts in her human form, but different. Bright and smiling, glad to see him. Something he'd never seen on a female face before.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Franica was just preparing the table to make it look nice, she always did that since Fain loved to have it laid out beautifully. The perfection of the white tablecloth without wrinkles and the fine silver embroidery of his own personally designed crest. A skull with twin blades crossed beneath it. The knife and fork made of porcelain so it wouldn't be made of silver as she knew werewolves couldn't stand silver. The embroidery wouldn't be a strong silver since it's a thin strand barely big enough to withstand a sharp nail across it's surface.<br/><br/>Franica was fussing with the position of the plate on the table when she heard the scream. Startled she ran into the washroom her blaster drawn looking for an attacker. Her eyes huge and her white dress flowing around her as she stopped in a low crouch. Ready to kill whatever was posing a threat, only there wasn't one.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Fain had been drifting on the image of Freya dancing through his thoughts when he heard her scream pierce through his brain. It took root inside his heart and made fear lace through him. His sensitive hearing picked up on the sound even though he shouldn't have been able to hear it. Rising quickly he drew a blaster and a throwing knife in his hand and ran down the length of the ship. Throwing open the door to her room with brutal force and charging into the room. He saw Franica in a low crouch ready to attack whatever had caused Freya to scream out.<br/><br/>Fain scanned the room and froze. He lowered the blaster and put the knife away, there was nothing here. Franica was glaring at Freya. He looked at her not with anger like Franica, but with concern and fear over her safety, "Are you wounded?" he asked.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Franica put the blaster back into its holster and glared at Freya. Angry over the needless cry. Without another word she turned on her heels and stormed out leaving Fain to deal with the irrational werewolf. She left the room entirely heading back to her own rooms to await Fain's call. She was done with the werewolf female. She threw herself angrily onto her bed and refused to get up unless Fain came to her.