Van Helsing

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Carlos continued to glare and growl.
"Stay the hell away from me."

"That's not nice at all!" she said as she kept her distance somewhat.
Skye managed to prop himself up and looked at the woman, squinting to try and see clearly. Having lost so much blood and being in alot of pain his vision was blurry.

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Carlos now snarled loudly, extending his finger nails to form sharp black claws. He made a swift attempt to slash her hoping he could scare her away.

"Now that's a bit unfair" she huffed as she continued to walk towards Carlos.

Scoffing, he sneered at the woman. "I think it's a bit obvious why."

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She pouted slightly.
"Why"

His growls became more aggressive as she advanced towards him. "Back off!" He snarled angrily.

The woman just smiled sweetly and walked towards him.
"Nice to see you too"

Narrowing his eyes, he let out a low growled clearly unhappy about her presence.

The door swung open, the woman who had bought Carlos to the place stood in the space where the door had been.

The dark haired male positioned himself in front of his friend, willing to protect from whoever was going to enter.

Skye just shivered and curled up, shutting his eyes trying to sleep.

The noises Carlos thought he'd heard continued to get louder as the person approached the room the two were in.

Glaring at the head, Carlos began to concentrate as he thought he heard approaching foot steps.

"make up your mind.. are you happy or pissed off" the red head muttered.

Sniffing the rancid air for a second. Carlos cringed. "Well, this is delightful." He said sarcastically before grumbling about his contentness that there was no one else around.

There was no windows, it was dark and damp. The door was shut.
A fusty smell hung in the air.

Pushing his friend down gently, he told him to rest. Standing tall, he looked around at his surroundings, unsure of where he was.

Trying to sit up the red head shook his head. His whole body was shaking from the pain.

"You okay?" He asked, though it was obvious he wasn't okay at all.

Opening his eyes feebly he looked up at Carlos. He had scratch marks over the left side of his face. Skye's breathing was uneven.

Glancing over at his redhead friend, Carlos was pleased to just see him. Walking over to him, he surveyed his psychical state before asking if he was okay.

On a bed opposite lay the red head, bleeding quite badly. He'd clearly got into another encounter with the werewolf.

Finally the dark haired male awoke. He truly brought new meaning to "sleeping like a log". Stretching and yawning, he looked around at his surroundings. Concerned as to how they had changed from where he was.

A few hours passed, the woman had taken Carlos to a room in the castle Skye had been outside of previously.

Completely oblivious to what was happening, he continued to snore as he slept.