Van Helsing

Edging further away, he moved closer to the door. "I-I might be..."

"A werewolf" she replied licking his neck slightly.

Laughing again he tried to edge away from the woman. "Am I r-r-really what?" He asked, unsure what she was referring too.

The woman gently stroked Carlos' chin.
"Are you really" she said before pushing herself up against him.


Whilst all that was happening the red head found himself outside of a castle like building. He was shaking badly trying to catch his breath. Hearing a howl he cursed.

That smallest action caused Carlos' nerves to take over, he began to shake slightly and sweat dripped off his head. He began to blabber; "Well... Y-you could say I'm a werewolf... But that might not be entirely true... B-because I'm more or less completely certain that if I were a werewolf I wouldn't just have pointy teeth, and of course I'd be slightly nervous about tomorrow being the full moon but do I seem nervous to you? Noooo. So I can't be a werewolf." He said with a slightly nervous laugh combined with a hint of insanity.

"pleaseeeeeee" the woman begged, wraping her arms around him.

Shuddering slightly at the feeling of the woman's hand on his leg, he began to think. What was he going to say? He couldn't come up with a believable lie in such a short amount of time. "Umm... Well..." He tried to keep the subject at bay for as long as possible and tried not to let his nerves get the better of him.

"I like stories" she said getting closer to Carlos and placing a hand on his leg "Please tell..."

Glancing at the woman, he smiled slightly. "Incredibly long story." He said. Upon realising that he might have revealed his secret, he shut his mouth hoping not to be questioned further.

"What sharp teeth you have" the woman noted whilst continuing to smile.

Meanwhile the red head found himself back with the werewolf, cursing he legged it.

Smiling back, the male stretched and yawned revealing pointed canines much like that of a dog.

Whilst the two were talking the red head found himself lost in the middle of no-where. Sighing he kicked a stone away from himself, hearing it hit against something in the shadows he went to investigate.

The woman smiled.

Reluctant to go into detail, he decided against it and gave a simple answer. "England."

"Where're you from?" She asked somewhat eagerly.

Scratching the back of his neck nervously, he sat down in a chair. "I'm not from round here at all."

She nodded, it had been her plan to get the red head out, the werewolf could finish off it's job that way.
Smiling she sat down on what had been Skye's bed.
"You don't look like you're from around here"

"He'll be fine, he knows how to look after himself." Carlos said reassuringly.

"Are you sure it's ok to let your friend out... I mean he looked quite badly injured..."

Nodding slowly, he let out a small nervous laugh followed by a smile.

"Voica" she smiled softly "I'm guessing yours is Carlos"

Fulling focusing on the woman in front of him, his nerves began to get the better of him as he was now alone with her. Shaking slightly, he began to talk. "So... What's your name?"

Skye walked outside and shut the door, he knew nothing good would come of this. Sighing he walked away from the room where he'd previously been staying.

"Go on then, I'll see you later." He said uncaring, not even turning to watch the redhead leave. Instead he focused on the woman.

The woman laughed slightly and smiled.
"Well I'm going..." he really didn't like the look of her, it was only after he'd opened the door he'd remembered what Helsing had said.

"Shhhh" He tried to shut up his redhead friend, he was trying to conceal his anxiety and nervousness by trying to act nice and sly.