<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Eric watched her walks away, suprise and... a little bit of happiness showing. Did she...? He thought about that for to long, watching her walk away. Watching her be harrassed by some losers. And Eric got annoyed. He stood up, and walked after them, a heady sensation running through him. It was the first time he'd ever done something like this. He walked up to Naia.<br/><br/>"Hey, does that happen often? Want me to go talk to them?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div align="center">(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz360/aia_taino/naiastarter.png)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">~Naia~</span></strong></div><br/>Naia looked up as Eric approached and when he mentioned going after them, she shook her head vigorously and gently grasped his forearms.<br/><br/>"No no  no.. please no.. what ever you do, promise me you will not approach them. They're trouble I can handle, but I'd hate to see you get into some kind of mess because of trash like them."<br/><br/>In truth, Naia was used to the group of males harrassing her, they'd been here all week.. and the week before that. They came to find the floosies, the sluts addicted to the bite, and Naia smelled appealing to them, she just could not fathom letting them feed from her, she feared they'd kill her.. or worse, sire her. Naia very much liked her humanity.<br/>