#vizlla

Her steps were wide and fearless as she walked away from the man who’d made her life hell for the past two years. Finally, she had to courage to do it, to turn her back to him and flee, without care for if he chasing after her (though if he did, she’d be ready for another round of insults and name-calling). And Kit was so proud, she didn’t register the other man, right in front of her and coming nearer to her line of stride. So of course, she almost walked into him but stopped short and with a gasp, looking up at his face.

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The sun peaked through the window at just the right angle to cause her to stir. It was a very light movement along with a deep sigh. It had been a long time since she had slept this comfortably and this late. “--time is it?” It was half of a question and barely audible as she turned a little more.

Did he just assigned himself a death penalty by becoming accidental witness to.. something he found difficult to comprehend. Now, in his lengthy life time Duncan had seen different type of shit, explainable and not so much but this was to top it all. His aim as clear as morning dew, Duncan pulled the metal tab with a click, finger on the trigger, ready.

‘‘Yeah? What should I have seen instead then?’‘

“Uhhh, birds and bees?” How should he know? All he knew was that humans shouldn’t know about werewolves at all, most of them would be unable to grasp what it even meant and would see them as dangerous. The click rang loudly in his ears and he winced softly. Given he was currently looking down the barrel of a gun... rumors might be true. 

“You gonna shoot me now?”

Ellie watched the man curiously as he roused, pausing only by virtue of her words and remaining in place--just as she would prefer. In truth, his wounds weren’t too serious; several bullets, some gashes, bumps and scrapes--nothing she couldn’t fix, but a careful warning against leaving his current sanctum would at the very least put Ellie’s own minute worries at ease.

“I am the unlucky recipient of a bloodied parcel dropped unceremoniously at my door step at three in the morning,” she had what appeared to be a small glass of whiskey on the rocks in her hand, “I am still unsure to say whether or not said parcel is lucky to have ended up at my home in particular, or if it would be in his best interest to be delivered at my office. Either way, here you are, and here I am, no doubt your one of many saviors.”

When Duncan looked up, he was was taken aback by the sight before him. His eyes slowly travelled down then up again as she twirled around, taking in every detail.

‘‘I.. yeah I agree, it would be very silly to sit around all day.. when it’s nice day out as well,’‘ he blinked to distract himself. ‘‘What? Oh the gun.. er,’‘ he ran his hand through his hair looking over at Claudia again. ‘‘Perhaps you wouldn’t need one if I’m coming along.’‘

“You think so?” The woman smirked at him, slowly approaching closer to look straight into his eyes. “Are we on this stage already? Can I stay unarmed by side of Black Kaiser?” The tip of her digit touched softly his lower lip. “Maybe you are my war teacher at the moment, but it doesn’t mean I trust you, mr Vizlla”. She was serious, but her hazel eyes were full of sympathy. Provoking this grim serial killer was exciting. He had such puppy eyes. How many had mistaken him with a good man? How many fell for his innocent charm?That man was actually a cold blooded beast. The Queen should fire her from job if Claudia also let him do what he wants with her. 

“Of course, that fact doesn’t mean we can’t go for a nice walk and spend a charming evening together” She smiled still stroking his chin. “America is so fun, i want stay here a little longer and learn all I need to better serve England”.

‘Well,” Kekipi started, reaching out to take his hand gently. “Only if you want to. You know I’ll listen,” she says, slightly canting her head as she looked at him. “Please? It’ll make you feel better.”

 vizlla

This was meant to be a quiet undercover job but fate had other plans. Word after word and the argument became heated then turned into a brawl. Inmates collided into a wave of chaotic destruction. The guards were quick enough to stop it all from getting completely out of hand.   Eventually everyone calmed down and scattered all around the prison to lick their wounds.

Duncan got caught in the midst of the fight. He knew that he shouldn’t have answered back to the inmate, who thought he owned the damn place, then the fight could have been avoided. However, here Duncan was, sitting on a stool. He exhaled slowly before looking up at the approaching stranger.

“What?” but it was a nurse. “Oh…err,” he paused before adding. “Just the head and this side,” explained Duncan as he flexed his left arm. “Nothin’ for you to worry about. Think they loved there need medical attention.”

There was a hint of a smile on her face as the inmate talked. There were other nurses and she had ended up with this inmate because the others were getting lippy with her. There were time where she made her accent thicker on purpose, just so that she could get smart with the inmates when they were rude to her.

“It’s no problem,” the teen smiled rather shyly as the man accepted the house warming gift, eyes drawn to ratty old canvas shoes he’s wearing. The kid looked uncomfortable to be there, although he lingered as though hoping that the new neighbour would be a bit more chatty than quiet.