<span style="color: #40BFFF">She couldn't decide if seeing the guy turn to ash as he was pumped full of several bullets was a good thing or a bad thing. Good thing: it proved that these weren't exactly humans that Lazar had just killed. The bad thing: she really didn't need that image as nightmare fuel. Really really did not need it at all. Before she could even open her mouth to say anything or even scream, Lazar was speaking. Vampires. She had just escaped barely being eaten by vampires. Wrong place. Wrong time. Just the worst luck in the universe right?<br/><br/>Laughter started to bubble up from her throat. Not the good kind of laughter. No. Think the more hysterical kind as it escaped her lips and the sound bounced off the alley walls. It didn't stop even as the sound faded out as she started to hyperventilate. This couldn't be happening. Vampires didn't exist. They just didn't exist in this world. Though the proof was staring her right in the face. The pile of ash that used to be hu- no, a person. The just put out fire smell that she always associated with ashes was just now reaching her nose even as tears started to stream down her face.<br/><br/>Knowing that she needed to calm down. Knowing that if she didn't she would pass out soon from lack of oxygen. Knowing didn't help much as she hugged herself and slide down the wall to sit down. One fact was helping though as she fought to get her breathing back under control. Lazar could have hurt her long ago. Could have but didn't. That and the fact that he was actually being a lot more calmer than her was helping out a lot. "Will...Is there...." <br/><br/>Words struggled to find a way out and she had to take several deep breaths before she could speak. "Will they come after you? Me? Us? And and..." She looked up at him, tears still shining in her eyes as she noticed for the first time he was wounded. "You need help too...You are bleeding..."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF8040"><br/>“I'm...n...I'll be alright.” <br/><br/>He said softly as he put the gun away finally and knelt down to offer her his hand so she might stand up. His touch was calloused from many years of hard work. Not a single day of rest really save for when he retired. <br/><br/>“There isn't anyone to report who it was. Plus...I'm...well.”<br/><br/>He looked down to the ground rubbing the back of his head gently. He looked at her with sort of a lost expression in his eyes. This wasn't easy for him, what to say? What to tell her to make her thing he wasn't completely insane. <br/><br/>“I am feared. I will leave it at that. If they knew it was me...not a single gun would have been drawn.”<br/><br/>The vampires would have ran as well, but they acted to fast...HE acted to fast. It was just a huge jumble of bad mistakes. He wasn't a hero, killing bad guys for fun or justice. He was just a man trying to find a new path in life. Yet he can't stop checking his weapons, he can't stop making sure he carried at least one loaded weapon on him when he leaves his house. He can't stop checking the shadows and living without leaving a finger print. He felt embarrassed and lost...looking the part as well. <br/><br/>“Lets just get you back, come on.” <br/><br/>He helped her to stand and would take her the rest of the way without incident. He wasn't sure if she wanted him to explain more, or just go away and leave this night to dance in her repressed memories as a nightmare now and again.</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #40BFFF">She didn't believe him. On the wounded part. She believed him on the fear part well enough. She had subconsciously noticed it in the bar. Had felt it herself in those brief moments of the fight. This was a man that most people would have to be insane not to fear. Not to be utterly terrified at the thought of even getting something as simple as a food order wrong. Okay. That might have been taking it too far as she grabbed his hand lightly and stood up slowly. But Lazar she knew now was a man that was probably used to people fearing him. She wondered what that must be like. To know that whenever you walk into a room, everyone instantly scooted a step back away from you. She did it when she met him. She did it again when she saw him come towards her after the fight. Yet, here she was again, walking with him once more through the darkness on the way back to her room. She wasn't sure if she was crazy or if the fact that someone who put the fear of the universe in everyone probably didn't have many friends tugged at her heart.<br/><br/>That, and she could have sworn that his facial expression had looked lost. Maybe it was just a trick of the dim light. Maybe it was just her misreading it. Whatever it was, she couldn't get that image or thoughts out of her head. Much like she couldn't get the death of that vampire out of her head either. Her brain was still trying to cope with so many things at once, she figured that eventually it would just give up and shut down at some point. Probably when she felt safe enough to do so.<br/><br/>The silence wasn't exactly awkward as they walked. Chryssie still felt the need to fill it. Turning her head back to look at him and trying to gauge his mood before she spoke, she turned back to watch where she was going. "Does that...Does that happen often? You running into people and them attacking you without knowing who you are?"</span><br/><br/><br/><dl class="codebox"><dt>occ note | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;">(OOC Note: The posts that were almost lost in the move, but wasn't thanks to Eferhilda! Once again, thank you! Blue is mine and Orange is Bards. Just posting them all at once~)</dd></dl>