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you'll never know what hit you

[ooc: This is the Kyle werewolf bite/curse log, plus random other stuff. Feel free to add a new thread or hit me up for plotting!]

i. WON'T SUSPECT A THING [CLOSED to Abigail] - backdated to earlier in March
Kyle arrived at the Widdowson Estate with relative calm. Where once the property was moderately intimidating, his previous chat with its owner had set him at ease and he now felt welcomed to the foreboding structure. Stepping up to the main stoop, he gave the door a few hard knocks and waited for either Abigail or one of her staff to open the door for him.

He wasn't expected and it didn't occur to him until standing at the door that she might not even be home. His concern for Alex was escalating, however, and if it was true that a witch could provide his friend with some kind of moon necklace, then he had to ask the most powerful witch he felt that he could ask. And then convince her that it was worth it, regardless of the price that he would need to pay.

ii. HURT YOU FROM INSIDE [OPEN to first response]
It was late into the evening when Kyle was out and about. While he hadn't exactly adapted the moniker of hunter, he had turned into something of a vigilante, keeping his eyes and ears out and trying to protect unsuspecting humans from vampires and other creatures of the night.

For once, it wasn't a vampire he stumbled onto, but a pair of injured people with what could only be animal scratches on their chests. Last he checked, there were no escaped wolves or rabid dogs in the area, which meant he was probably coming up on an actual werewolf. In wolf form. That would eat him alive.

He didn't pull his knife out yet, waiting for now as he followed the trail of blood. When he rounded the corner and came face-to-face with the werewolf, that's when he had a real problem. The thing was on him before he even had time to draw his weapon, teeth clamping down on his left shoulder while it clawed at his side. Kyle struggled to get the thing off of him, the air knocked out of him from hitting the ground.

[ooc: Feel free to jump in to fight it, scare it away, or find Kyle after it leaves!]

iii. THE POISON IN YOUR BONES [CLOSED to Nancy]
It wasn't the brightest idea. Nancy told him it was a less than ideal neighborhood and here he was, stumbling around it injured and desperate in the middle of the night. He found her building after some backtracking, disoriented and working off of a shit memory anyway, and ran his hand across all the buzzers. Someone finally let him in, while another tenant cursed him out for the late buzz and most didn't respond at all. Once inside, he made his way to Nancy's door and begin pounding on it.

His left arm was curled defensively against his body. Kyle had wrapped his t-shirt around the wound and tucked it under his hoodie, which he zipped up to hide his otherwise scratched and exposed torso as well. When Nancy finally opened the door, he practically fell against the doorway.

"Hi." A smile, red lips on a pale face. "I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go."

The black of the hoodie hid the color of the blood, but there were still traces on his face and his hair that the hood couldn't hide. With more light, even the black hoodie would reveal the moisture it absorbed.

iv. THE LOVER TO YOUR NIGHTMARE [CLOSED to Alex] - forward-dated to tomorrow
Nancy had taken care of the bulk of his injuries, but it was the curse that worried him more than the injuries or the pain. When he found out that it was something that couldn't be immediately healed, he'd waited until he was alone and allowed himself to break down for a minute. Then he slept it off.

Not that he slept well, or very long. More nightmares, now of himself killing someone and transforming into the monster that Alex was so afraid of. He refused to kill a living person, yet he also refused to live with the threat hanging over his head, like Skip did. He wanted to go back to being a normal human. And while there was a possibility of that, right now, he was running late for a breakfast date of sorts. They were supposed to be cooking french toast.

Kyle followed someone into the building and knocked on Alex's door. His hoodie hid what damage remained, though it was very apparent on his face that he'd slept like shit and wasn't exactly in full health. As if nothing was wrong, he offered her a smile. "Sorry I'm late."

v. A HEAVY BURDEN THAT YOU CAN'T BEAR (Clubbing) [OPEN] - end of March anytime
Kyle wasn't running away exactly. He was biding his time, accepting his powerlessness while he waited for the witches that were helping him to do more. Since he couldn't do anything other than wait, he spent the time coping in his own way: loud music and alcohol.

He was on his fourth drink, already tipsy and trying to make his way to plastered. He spent equal time between the bar, ordering and drinking his shots and beer, and the dance floor, losing himself in whatever company he could find. It took him back to the days when he was the guy guys wanted to be and girls wanted to be with. When it was easy. Whatever could help him forget the rest of the shit for now, even if the ache in his shoulder was a constant reminder.

vi. WHAT YOU MADE OF ME (Hillingdon House) [OPEN] - end of March anytime
Although not exactly a hunter, Kyle had been accepted as part of Hillingdon and had made casual acquaintance there for information and resources. Now it was time to step it up. He spent hours for days on end at the House, trying to find people with information to chat with, to find out more about everything there was to know. Including the political bullshit, trying to figure out where Hillingdon stood and who was with who.

His other objective was to buy a rifle. The soldier was missing his old best friend and the security she provided. He knew the laws, which is why he'd put it off this long, but Alex was right to keep a gun with wooden bullets. Between the vampires and the werewolves, Kyle was getting to be uncomfortably in over his head and wanted to remedy that.

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"Kyle? What's- what's wrong?" She'd, luckily, just gotten in from the evening out, and was in the process of getting ready for bed when he knocked. Without waiting for an explanation, she glances both ways and ushers him into her apartment. Questions can come later. Right now, he was in some sort of pain, and that was enough for her. "Come in, you look awful."

The lights in her apartment were on and instantly revealed the blood, and a growing wet spot on the hoodie. Nancy pushes up her sleeves. "Sit- you're hurt. Let me." She guides him to her kitchen table, and reaches a hand out gingerly to touch his shoulder.

This was getting to be a habit, shirtless, bloody Kyle in her apartment.

"I bet you say that to all the boys," he teases. Kyle quickly moves inside with her encouragement, following along with her to the kitchen table. He grunts as he drops onto the edge of a chair, slowly reaching up his right hand to unzip the hoodie. His hand pushes the hood back, revealing only minor splatters on his face but a now drying patch of blood on the back of his head.

He works the right sleeve off without too much trouble and then very gingerly takes the left off as well. Kyle holds the hoodie awkwardly in his hand, hanging down in the air, not wanting to bloody her floor or table. His right side shows a few big gashes - clearly claw wounds - and the t-shirt wrapping his left shoulder is mostly soaked through with blood. Now that he's finally safe, Kyle realizes that he's feeling a little more light headed than he gave himself credit for.

"Werewolf," he explains, trying to straighten a little and then grimacing with the effort.

She can't even say anything about his joke, because there's already a million things that need to be done in the next few minutes. First things first, look at the damage and take his shirt. With one hand, she takes it from him and tosses it into her sink- she can clean up later- and then there's actually taking care of the wound and good lord.

"Fucking hell," she swears under her breath, and she's moving over to her cabinet and pulling out a few more jars. One of them, around the size of one of those five-hour energy drinks, she brings over to Kyle immediately.

"First, drink that. It's blood replenisher. Perfectly safe." She nearly lived on them, it seems. "Then we're going to get that cleaned up." Get comfortable, because she's taking off around the apartment again, grabbing bandages and setting the kettle on again.

Other than that, she was slowly realizing, she had no idea what to do.

'It's perfectly safe.' The words echoed in his mind. They were the same words used in his specialized training camp, when they were exposed to some abnormal training practices. It almost turned him off to trusting it. Had it not come from Nancy, a person he already trusted, he probably would have. Instead he only gives it a wary eye before drinking it as instructed.

Kyle dropped his right arm onto the table and let his head follow into the crook of his arm. With the adrenaline wearing down finally, the exhaustion and cortisol were setting in. The soldier could practically feel his nerves fray, forcing himself to take deep breaths. He wasn't afraid of dying, but sure as hell was afraid of becoming one of them.

"How do I fix it?" He asked, his voice muffled by his arm. The escalating anxiety was clear in his tone.

Nancy knows the words are coming before she even thinks about it. "I don't know." Because there's no point to lie to someone in this position. Furthermore: "But I can find out." She knew the way it worked- you get bitten and you get cursed. Once you're cursed it has to be activated.

"What do you know about werewolves, Kyle?" The water was near hot enough now, and she poured some of it into a large glass bowl before bringing it, the bandages, and some paper towels over to the table. Carefully, Nancy dipped the towels into the water, before she began to gingerly clean the wound. "Because a lot of the legends get it wrong."

"Please find out." Because she has a better chance of doing that than he does, or so he hopes. Witches must have resources. He supposed he can ask around at Hillingdon too, but the less people that know about this, the better, and he trusts Nancy not to go spreading his name around to anyone and everyone.

Kyle lifts his head from his arm as she begins bringing things over. His body tenses with anticipation of the painful process, which only makes him grimace. The powerlessness is eating away at him, making him angry and panicked and a whole host of other things. Most of which are trumped by the exhaustion and pain.

"Some. Is that what I am now? Does it have to be activated, at least? Or am I fucked?" His hands ball into fists as she begins cleaning the wound and there's a sharp inhalation between clenched teeth before Kyle forces himself to breathe again. "Ignore any sounds I make. It needs to be cleaned."

Nancy nods. "Of course. Once we get this sorted out, I'm right on it." She didn't have her books or anything, but there had to be some sort of way to get her hands on them. Even if she had to bite her tongue and go to Fagin and ask- though lord knew he'd love to refuse her. Another way to spit in her face for choosing Eames' protection over his.

"No- you're cursed, but it does need to be activated." She pauses as he sucks in breath. "D'you want something to bite down on? Or squeeze?" A pillow, something. Juliet, the cat, who was not available for squeezing, is peeking around the corner, wondering what's going on.

"But you're far from fucked." Unless he killed someone tonight, on top of it all. Then he was going to start wolfing out any day now.

"Great. So I just have to avoid killing someone until I fix this," he grumbles, more to himself than specifically to her. Kyle sighs a little, turning his head on his arm to glance up to Nancy. Then he actually lifts his head, readjusting his posture. "It's fine. I'm angry and that makes it hurt more."

His eyes travel to the movement as the cat wanders into the vicinity. Normally he might call for it, but with his being all bloody and wounded, he figures it's probably best to wait until he's cleaned up. "What's his name?"

"You make it sound like it'll be hard." Lightly. She knows he's a soldier, and what that potentially means, and she isn't ignoring that. But he also didn't seem the type to go around killing people. So they were good to go.

"Okay, but it's not my fault if you bite off your tongue." She keeps cleaning the wound, the water in the bowl quickly turning pink with the blood. Once that's done, she'll see what she has to keep it from getting infected, any other potions lying around. Then bind it.

"That's Juliet," she says. "She's friendly." Just light gray and likely to get all bloody. "Hey, your color's returning."

"Not hard, but I'd prefer impossible. Turning into a werewolf. Not not killing people." He tries to clarify, half confusing himself in the process. Although he's only killed a couple human beings before, the bulk of his kills were vampires and he's not entirely sure if they count or not. He seems to recall Skip saying they don't, but it wasn't relevant enough at the time to clarify or remember.

Kyle closes his eyes and grows eerily still as she continues, his face contorting with pain and his breath catching more than once, but otherwise steady. All it takes is the conscious effort of not being a whiny asshole. When she seems content with the cleaning, he glances down to the scratches on his side and the dried blood across his chest and stomach.

"Juliet," he echoes, meeting Nancy's gaze again with a light smile. "Nice. She have a Romeo in her life?"

A beat. Focus, Sutton. "Do you have a shower I could try to clean up in a little? It's shitty to ask, after showing up on your doorstep in the middle of the night, but I figure it won't help if the bandages get all wet when I shower at home and, anyway, I could use a floral shampoo to really help my recovery."

She nods. "At least it won't be much of a risk, while I'm searching." Because she would work tirelessly at if. Kyle was something of a friend, and that meant she'd do anything for him.

That smile has one warming her own cheeks. "No, she doesn't get out much." Juliet's idea of a good time was watching birds from the window and occasionally trying to leap at them.

"Right, yeah, I do. Let me get you some towels, but it's right through my bedroom." She points at the room right off the living-room area. "Use whatever you want, I promise it's just from Tesco." Besides, he had a good point with the bandages.

"Thank you," he replies with all the sincerity in the world, showing a hint of vulnerability behind the often arrogant facade. Then it slips away with a fresh wave of pain and he's about to drop his face in his arm again until he remembers he needs to move soon.

He stands slowly, leaning on the table until he's confident he's alright. That blood restorer thing has definitely worked wonders. Kyle presses a hand to his side where the scratches are, groaning with the ache, slowly moving through the room towards the bedroom. He stops and bends over to pet Juliet, straining with the effort.

Then he straightens and pauses in the entrance to her bedroom, waiting for Nancy to follow with the towels before he makes his way through to the bathroom. He turns around in the entrance to the bathroom, still shirtless and holding his side.

"Shit, I just realized, I don't think I can lift my arms all the way. Do you think we can wash my hair in the sink after? I'm not-" He sighs. "I'm not trying to get you in the shower with me. I just don't know how to do it."

At least he's honest about not trying to get her into the shower. They'd already established that he pretty much just needed to ask if he wanted her in the shower, but that was also under different circumstances.

The towels are in the bathroom, and she follows him inside. "I've got a tub," she tells him, "so here's what we do. Strip down to your level of comfort, and I'll run some water. I'll wash your hair properly for you. That way, you can stay sitting, and we don't have to worry about the sink."

WIthout waiting for an answer, she turns around so he can strip while she busies herself starting the bath, as well as grabbing a few fresh towels.

"Great," he replies honestly as he finally enters the bathroom and sees the tub for himself. It'll make things a hell of a lot easier. Kyle nods, liking the idea of sitting even more than standing.

He begins unbuttoning his jeans before she's even turned around, not caring too much, already shirtless anyway. The pants are slid off with as little effort as possible before being dropped in a pile on the center of the floor. Kyle debates his boxer-briefs for a second before opting to leave them on. As much as he trusts Nancy, he has no interest in making this awkward. Or in having her compare him to countless other men.

"All good," he says as he begins climbing into the tub. It's amazing to him how much it hurts to do even basic movements, the muscles in one shoulder and the opposite side always seeming to stretch and pull in one way or another.

You see one dick, Kyle, you've seen 'em all. Still, she doesn't mind, whatever floats his boat. She turns around and settles down on the floor next to him.

"We're gonna keep everything scented out of your wound right now," she told him over the water filling the tub. "Just gentle soap. We'll keep the florals for your hair. What do you want? Raspberry, jasmine, Moroccan oil?" Nancy took very good care of her hair. It was easily one of her favorite features.

"And you won't need to do anything." With one arm near useless right now, she didn't want him to have to do much of anything that he didn't need to do. And this wasn't sexual in the least, not to her. This was far too important for that.

He gets comfortable in the tub as it fills up, both exhausted and pumped at the same time. Kyle smiles at her comment, wondering if she's joking with him or actually took him seriously about the floral comment. Not that he cares all that much one way or the other.

"Whatever smells the best," he replies with the same smile. "Surprise me."

As the water begins rising, Kyle's about to lean forward and begin throwing water as his abs when she speaks again and he looks over at the girl with surprise. What she's offering to do is way more than he expects. It's not sexual, but it's generous and more than he normally asks of someone he doesn't know that well. "You sure you're okay putting your hands all over me again? I know what a burden it was last time."

Mostly joking.

"Are you kidding me? It was the worst night of my life." She rolled her eyes at him. "If you don't mind, I'll do it- I don't want you to strain your arm, 'cause it's got a lot of healing to do." He did still have his pants on.

She reached over to the pile of towels she'd grabbed and took the washcloth in-hand. Up to him. "I'm not asking to get into the tub with you." But she smirks at him, echoing his previous joke.

"I don't mind," he replies easily, offering her another small smile. Although Kyle has no interest in forcing anything, he certainly doesn't mind a hot girl wanting to put her hands all over him. Even if his mind can't help think about another girl for a moment, but he shakes that from his thoughts, switching back to his joking tone. "Hey, whatever you need to do. I wouldn't want to be accused of decreasing your efficiency."

"I would never." She gently shuts off the water now that it's high enough, and dips the wash cloth into the now warm water.

"So let's get this blood off you so you don't stain my couch." The last time someone showed up bleeding at her apartment, her couch had been ruined. She'd saved it as best she could, but it was still hard to have the couch where your best friend died in your living room. especially if your best friend then proceeded to come back to life and chomp down on your jugular for breakfast.

Oh, because you bet he's not leaving her apartment after this. Not tonight, anyway.

"So how did this happen? You don't need to tell me." But she's curious, and it'll fill the silence while she washes the blood off of his bangin' bod.

Kyle completely misses the insinuation of his staying with her tonight, assuming she means that he can't simply sit and chat until he's clean. He leans back against the edge of the tub, sliding down until it's more comfortable. Lifting his arms slowly, he rests them on the tub's edge, closing his eyes and knowing he won't be able to sleep if his shoulder continues to throb like this.

"I was dumb. Followed some injured people to the source of their injury, damn thing got the jump on me. I should have been paying more attention." He opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling in the small room and wondering how in the hell he got here. Not literally, to Nancy's, but in the broader sense of sitting in a tub with someone washing his werewolf wounds for him.

"I feel like I learned a valuable lesson about spaying and neutering strays," he adds, teasing.

Nancy sighs, but works on washing the blood off of him carefully. "Apologies if this stings at all." But since most of the cleaning was done earlier, it should be a bit better.

"Don't blame yourself," she told him. "You were trying to do the right thing." He wanted to help people. He'd just been in the right place at the wrong time. "We'll get you through this, I promise you." She offered a confident smile.

Nancy has to laugh at his joke. "Alright, but don't let them hear you say that. Next time you'll show up without an arm at all." She's teasing as well.

"Don't worry abo-UT IT," he replies, voice rising with the pain as she scrubs at a bit of scab. Kyle knows it's for the best, genuinely appreciating her efforts even with the fresh waves of pain they bring.

At the latter, he smiles. "Oh, I don't blame myself. I blame the damn dog who's gonna get put down for rabies if he doesn't get his shit together."

It's not that easy and Kyle knows it. Partially because he can't kill, but more so because he has friends who are werewolves. There's a person behind that monstrous creature and he needs to figure out who that is.

He has friends who are werewolves, and yet hates and fears the idea.

"Good luck with that," she says, continuing on with the gentle cleansing. "But exactly- don't blame the victim."

As for shooting the dog that bit you... "You've got no idea who it was?"

"Thanks." He'll accept that sarcasm, thank you.

Kyle relaxes as Nancy moves on to a less tender area, finding it easy to relax in the warm water with her taking care of him like this. He opens his eyes to help keep him awake. "I have an idea. I know this is weird, but I think I've seen him before. I'll have to ask around at Hillingdon though."

Nancy frowns, moving now to his chest. "Seen him the wolf or him the person before? Because I've been told those look very, very different." She'd never actually run into a werewolf wolfed out in the wild before. Just werewolves in bars.

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