"I can see there is something wrong with me. Is it the leech scent I have or the human scentâ€¦.Almost impossible to tell. I am not a blood whore so put those thoughts in the back of your head little wolfy." He had never thought of her as a blood whore for some reason but now that she mentioned it, the possibility was there. He merely growled lightly at being called â€˜wolfyâ€™ which he had not really found amusing, though perhaps it was the little part. Still he watched her since her blades were out and she had proven that she had the skill to take down vampires. When she slid her blades back into place he calmed a little, "No thatâ€™s not itâ€¦ Are you here to kill me?" All he did was watching her since for now he wasnâ€™t sure if he should or not. Her ilk was very rare in deed and he wasnâ€™t really the thinking type anymore. He fought when he wanted to, took any woman from the pack he wanted, and the only one who would stand a chance at stopping him was the pack leader. "Who are you? And why did you follow me like you did? Seriously---?" Just like that the little half-breed went down to the ground. Perhaps it was a little mean of him but he didnâ€™t even twitch to stop her from hitting the ground. Not that it would do much good in his form, â€˜Well letâ€™s see if she is still alive.â€™ He thought this to himself as he padded over to her, nosing the side of her face and tasting her blood. He was sure she was not a Blood Whore now since her blood tasted old which meant she was too valuable to leave here.<br/><br/><br/>He shifted back to his human form, his clothing had suffered minor damage from the attack and the shift but it covered the â€˜goodsâ€™ so that was good enough for him. After he had picked up and holstered his gun he picked up the little slayer with more care then he looked capable of and made his way out of the church. Not before leaving behind a molatove cocktail that caught the place on fire. Werewolf blood was hard to come by and to vamps it was both an aphrodisiac and a power booster; another reason why his kind fought against the leeches with so much fever. They were no oneâ€™s fun time meal. He took the short way home, cutting through back yards and alleys, and finally getting to his apartment complex. It was an average home that housed no other wolves other than him. He had gotten an apartment that he knew housed no wereâ€™s on purpose; he was as territorial as a pack leader was with its own land. He went in at the back and took the stairs two at a time until he reached the fifth and top floor of the building. Four doors down on the right was his home which he unlocked and walked inside.<br/><br/>Now that he was home his eyes strayed down to the unconscious little slayer that he was sure would be a danger when awake. Poor thing was covered in blood and that made him grin lazily, â€œWell I canâ€™t just set you down in your state. Youâ€™d get my furniture all bloody.â€ So he strode to his bathroom and proceeded to strip, wash, and dress her wounds. All of this did not take too long and he had been a good boy and had not lingered over soft breasts or the junction between her thighsâ€¦ much. She had definitely set off a primal need in him that he planned to take care of after she was awake and out of his place. He was not leaving her here any longer than she needed to be. He tossed out her bloodied clothes and dressed her in one of his shirts, which dwarfed her and covered everything. He had attempted to put sweat pants on her but they were just too big. So now she was lying in his bed and he needed to take his own shower which he proceeded to do. His room went past the bathroom so he left the door open slightly just in case she woke up and tried to escape. He was curious about her and wanted to know why she was kind of killing her kind.<br/><br/>The shower turned on with a whoosh and soon it heated to a temperature to his liking. He tossed out his ripped and bloody clothes and stepped in just enjoying the warm water at firstâ€¦