The machine was unsure of what was going on anymore, she couldn’t tell what emotional cues were coming from the drug, and which were coming genuinely from her own thoughts.  Did it even matter anymore, she was lost.  She could kill were-wolves, vampires, pandorans, and wizards, but one little human woman had her wrapped around her finger with a few touches.  It was pathetic and she knew it, it would only be proper if she was torn to pieces...  It was her own fault for listening to the soft touch of skin, and that warm, wet mouth.<br/><br/>She approached the van, her head down, she was shamed.  Why didn’t she simply bolt from the area, she could outmanuever all of them, and a van would be incapable of following her into the sewers.  As she crawled into the vehicle she flinched a bit at the touch to her rump, the muscles tightened instinctually.  What had she done to deserve this?  She protected humans, tried to love them as best she could.  She wanted to cry, it was the first time the urge had come to her since her early days.  She took a seat, and rested her head in her hands allowing her elbow’s to rest on her knees.<br/><br/>What would become of her now?