<div align="center"><strong>~* Mae Little aka "MeiMei"- In the arms of her Angel, In the Hall, The Gamble *~</strong></div><br/>Mae lay a shivering broken mass under the blankets, her mind slowly shutting down in order to protect herself. The only word to escape her lips was soft and heartfelt thank you for the stranger that had come to her rescue. She wasn’t sure if she had been heard but at the time it was enough for her to have said it.  The feel of a second blanket covering her chilled naked form helped greatly, bringing comfort to her wounded soul, yet another sign of the kindness that dwelled inside of her sweet saviour.<br/><br/>The sound of movement within the room of bodies coming and going was nothing but white noise, though part of her was still alert for any sign of the monster that lay unconscious at the foot of the bed. The moment a warm hand touched her shoulder Mae could feel the comfort seep through her body. The sound of her name falling from Vincent’s lips wrapped around her heart, pulling her from the wreckage of her solitude. The peace she found when wrapped in his strong arms warmed her thoroughly, healing her with his mere presence. A soft whimper tickled her throat as she whispered his name, snuggling deeper into his hold, burying her bruised face into the crook of his neck. Nothing and no one could hurt her now.<br/><br/>The unyielding shivering that had wrapped its vines around her limbs slowly diminished, calming her mind enough to peer up to view the strong silhouette of the man she loved. He was her light that guided her from the endlessness of despair and fear that had tried to swallow her whole, the calm in the storm that twisted around her tiny body, threatening to take her down. Her love for Vincent was never stronger; its sweet madness would see her through, finding comfort in the arms of her angel.<br/><br/>The deep sound of his words vibrated against his chest as Vincent updated Griff, holding Mae close, wrapped in his strength.  The words spoken hung in the air, swirling around her mind in a jumble mess making it impossible for her to understand the question fully.  Her green eyes blinked several times as she forced herself to focus. When she finally spoke, her voice was so soft the men would have to strain to hear clearly.<strong>”He attacked me…I tried to fight him off, honest I did.... he was just..... so strong... and... and mean! but there was a girl… she… hit him and. oh Vinnie, I’ve ruined your shirt!”</strong>The sorrow in her voice over the ruined shirt was almost comical, helping to lessen the trauma of the situation.<br/>