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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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Alex was just on the cusp of getting worried about Kyle when the knock came. She opened the door, grinning at him, but almost instantly her smile fell. He looked, in the words he'd used to describe her not that long ago, like shit. Even when he'd been angry or panicking, she'd never seen him look so drawn and exhausted before.

"Are you okay?" she demanded. That probably came out sounding angrier than intended, but the anger was entirely motivated by concern for him. She held the door open wider so he could come inside. "Have you slept at all this week?"

Kyle looked at Alex, straightening from the doorway. Without hesitation, he moved forward, closing the distance between them. His left hand put pressure on the wounds on his right side to give him a little more leverage, his right hand moving to her waist. He pressed into her, lips meeting hers, kissing her to release all the tension that had been building for months on end.

He'd been putting it off. They'd been sort of flirting without ever progressing, with him discouraging it. An ironic turn after her insistence of them being just friends. But now, after the attack that actually scared him and the chance of his turning into what she was, he didn't want to waste time being distrusting or uncertain.

Alex's hand moved towards his right arm, but didn't quite settle there. She shut her eyes, but opened them again a second later, confused and surprised and completely unsure of how to react. They'd gone through so many iterations of their relationship, finally settling into him obviously being uninterested, that she couldn't quite believe this was happening. Something was definitely wrong with him, maybe this was part of that rather than a real kiss.

It felt real, though. After a moment, she smiled against his lips, her her eyes shutting and her hand finally settling on his upper arm as she kissed him back.

Kyle was fine. He was good at ignoring pain, especially when something far better was available to him, and he focused on that now, deepening the kiss. It wasn't until her other hand touched on his left shoulder that he winced, breaking the kiss to withdraw slightly.

"We should talk." With that wide, charming smile he knew to get him whatever he wanted.

He moved into the apartment, closing the door behind him with his right hand, left still wrapped across his stomach to press into his right side. At least Nancy helped him to clean up, so he was freshly showered and properly bandaged. Albeit badly injured and horrendously sleep deprived.

As soon as the door was taken care of, his attention returned to her.

Alex turned with him as he walked past her. She opened her mouth to question him, but couldn't think of what to ask so she closed the door instead and followed him.

"What happened to you?" She sounded more concerned than angry now. Carefully, she reached for his arm again, trying to steer him towards the couch. He looked like he really needed to sit down.

Kyle glanced at her hand on his arm and then easily moved with her to the couch, taking a seat there. He began talking halfway there and continued once already seated, not knowing what to say about it and so saying everything.

"First of all, let me say that you look great today. And I'm not just saying that because I'm about to say that I was attacked by a werewolf. Even though that happened. Left shoulder and right side, bad. Something about a curse, avoiding murder, trying to find a cure. The usual. But I realized I was being dumb holding back and I didn't want to be any dumber than I already am and waste time that I could be with you deciding whether or not I can handle it. I'm broken and you're kind of fucked up, but maybe that's what works for us and it just took an oversized sack of fur to really drive the point home."

"What?" Alex yanked at his clothes, trying to pull the collar of his hoodie and shirt aside so she could see the wound on his shoulder. Suddenly the kiss seemed totally unimportant, and everything he said after the first couple sentences barely registered. This wasn't good. A wolf bite was a serious injury, and the curse was worse.

"Did you get help? You know a witch, she can fix this." Whoever Kyle's witch friend was, she would have to fix this, one way or another. Alex wouldn't let anything remotely like what had happened to her happen to Kyle.

"Hey, hey! Hey." Kyle immediately worked to pull her hands away, both because her actions hurt and because the wound was covered with a bandage anyway. He held her wrists between his hands, if she'd allow him to, trying to regain her attention and talk to her more seriously now. He pulled a leg up beneath him on the couch to turn to face her better.

"I already talked to a witch who's working to help me. Why do you think I'm not covered in blood?" It wasn't like he could lift his arms to wash his hair, and it might hold the faint scene of a woman's shampoo - lavender or raspberry. He'd gone to her for healing and she'd helped him get cleaned up too. Meeting in a traumatic event helped with shit like that. "She's looking into it. Right now, as long as I don't kill anyone, I'm good. I might need more sleep though. Between the attack and the nightmares, I didn't sleep very well. Can I sleep in your bed, now that we're together? Or should I still sleep on the couch?"

Alex let him hold onto her wrists, her fists balling in his shirt as she leaned towards him. Her forehead almost touched his, but she pulled back slightly at the scent of shampoo and, now that she thought about it, a woman she didn't know. She didn't believe that Kyle would hook up with some other girl and then show up on her doorstep and kiss her, but she couldn't help the stupid visceral reaction to the scent. It was just the wolf, being possessive.

"Yeah. Of course. Whatever you need." She let go of his shirt and moved to help him stand and get to the bed, if he needed help.

Now that the initial shock had worn off, she was more able to process the fact that he had actually used the word 'together' to describe them. This really wasn't how she'd pictured it, or how she wanted it to happen, but despite the awful circumstances, but she was allowed to be a little bit happy, wasn't she?

"Do you wanna get together just so you can sleep in the bed?" she teased, trying to lighten the mood in an effort to stop herself worrying about him. If the witch was looking for a cure, that was all that could be done. It left her feeling kind of useless, and she hated that, but at least she could make sure he was physically alright.

Some part of him felt like this was too easy. Yeah, he was hurting like hell and working on almost no sleep, but he expected Alex to put up more of a fight somehow. Or to insist on kissing him more, though he supposed, in retrospect, it made sense that she might want to delay their sexy makeout until he wasn't bleeding and wincing with any stray touch.

"Yeah, I was going to propose for the sake of morality, but thought it might be a little much." He replied without missing a beat. Kyle followed her into the bedroom, not really needing help. Or needing it and casually refusing it anyway, one of the two. Either way, he groaned as he plopped onto the edge of the bed and immediately laid down with a sigh. "Believe it or not, I didn't come here to sleep. I actually wanted to see you."

She smiled at the joke, but immediately frowned when he laid down without taking his shoes off. She moved to yank them off and toss them on the floor whether he liked it or not.

Rather than let him get too serious or sappy, she shrugged and said, "I get it. You could've died, it's normal to get emotional after something like that."

It was easier to play it off casually, to keep a little emotional distance until she was sure he'd be alright and that this was really real rather than just a reaction to getting attacked.

Alex wished she had pain killers or a sedative or something to offer him, but with even her worst injuries healing in minutes or seconds, she didn't have a use for them. He'd taken such good care of her after the full moon, and she felt like she couldn't do the same now that he needed it, which annoyed her. At least she could get him something to drink. She stood up and headed for the kitchen to get a glass of water.

Kyle let her take his shoes, kind of confused why she wanted to yet not really caring enough to question. He frowned at her remark though, reaching out to grab her wrist and stop her from walking away, sitting up as he did with another groan.

"Hey. It's not like that. Jesus. I've had a thing for you since our first cooking class. But you said we were friends, then the vampire shit and then the werewolf shit and.. I've been close to death a lot, Alex. It doesn't make me do stupid shit. It makes me smarter." He sighed a little, wondering if she could actually understand how close to death he'd come before. It bothered him to think that she dismissed this as a reaction to a trauma. As if he needed someone and couldn't handle it alone. "I'm not emotional. I'm tired, and I'm in pain, and I'm a little horny. But I'm not emotional."

Alex grimaced when he pulled her back, but she sat on the edge of the bed facing him, tucked her hair behind her ear, and listened. She didn't doubt his sincerity, and she didn't doubt that he could have taken care of himself on his own. And once he was feeling a bit better, she would absolutely let herself be happy about this. Right now, though, the sight of him injured and in pain wasn't very conducive to romantic feelings. Neither was the thought of him being close to death a lot.

"Alright. You're not emotional." She smiled softly. "You just have really bad timing."

She pushed against his chest, trying to get him to lie down. "Sleep'll help your first two problems. And," she added, raising an eyebrow and almost-smiling at the fact that he was thinking about how horny he was so soon after being bitten by a werewolf, "you are not in any condition to do anything about that last one."

Kyle scowled at her initial response. Bad timing. For some reason, he thought she would be excited about their officially being a couple. He'd pictured a hot, albeit delicate, makeout scene, leading to a really good afternoon of sex. And then maybe sleeping, because she was right about it doing wonders for his wounds. What he didn't expect was to be accused of being emotional or not thinking clearly or any of that.

If he wasn't so exhausted, he might have thought about leaving just then. It wasn't like he wanted to pass out in her bed instead of having a real talk; Kyle hadn't realized how exhausted he was until he finally arrived in a more comfortable space.

As Alex was pushing him down, Kyle wrapped a hand around her neck to try to gently pull her down into another quick kiss. Whether she allowed it or not, he'd then acquiesce and lay back, dropping his head onto the pillow and already feeling some strange sense of relief.

"I'm very resilient," he murmured in response, as if having sex right now was just a matter of setting his mind to it. Although he'd pretty much given up on that one by this point.

The quick kiss felt easy and casual, like they'd done it a thousand times before, and when he backed out of it, Alex gave him another, equally quick kiss. She brought her hand up to the side of his neck, gently stroking her thumb along the side of his face as he laid down.

"Maybe when you feel better." She tried very hard not to smile at the fact that he had sex on the brain when he looked like he hadn't slept in days, but pretty much failed. For some reason, she found it stupidly charming that he could think about that under such bad circumstances.

She moved to fold the blanket over him. "Do you want anything besides a glass of water?"

Edited 2016-03-27 15:25 (UTC)

Kyle closed his eyes at the feeling of her hand on his face, letting out a light hum of satisfaction at the contentedness he felt. At her comment, he opened his eyes to grin up at her. She damn well better believe it was happening sooner than later, though he knew she was right about needing at least a little time to recover first.

"Come lay with me," he replied finally. He wanted comfort. Not to be comforted - he'd managed that well enough on his own - but to be comfortable. And Alex was comfortable.

"Alright." Alex dropped her hand from the side of his face and padded into the kitchen.

She poured a glass of water and paused in front of the sink, taking a second to collect her thoughts. When she'd kissed him weeks ago, it had been a spur of the moment thing. If she thought about it too much, she'd think herself right out of this relationship, and she didn't want that. Even after weeks of discouragement, she wanted him.

She grabbed her laptop so she'd have something to do after he fell asleep, then set the glass of water down on the nightstand before sliding into bed next to him and gently running a hand through his hair.

Kyle slid down into the bed to truly get comfortable, not that he was, exactly. When Alex returned, he was halfway to turning up on his side to face her before he realized that was an awful idea and rolled onto his back again with a groan. His eyes drifted closed with the feel of her fingers in his hair. He hadn't realized how much he missed the feeling of that until now.

"Thanks," he muttered, reaching a hand out to rest on her thigh for lack of any place better to put it, wanting to touch her yet not really being able to turn or maneuver better than that.

Alex smiled as she settled back comfortably. While she was still worried about him, she also found it soothing to just lie there quietly with him beside her. She generally didn't go much for cuddling, but this was nice.

"Get some sleep," she said softly. Her fingers kept lightly stroking through his hair as she twisted around to kiss the side of his head.

Kyle obliged her, lulled to sleep by the gentle caress of her fingers in his hair. It was strange to be so taken care of, first by Nancy and then by Alex. He wasn't used to that kind of attention. Well, not for a very long time. He'd learned to be independent from the time he first ran, abandoning his sister. Everything since then felt like atonement. In that sense, having others take care of him felt like a betrayal somehow.

He dreamed of his sister.

For a while, Alex lay next to him, watching the rise and fall of his chest. Her hand drifted down from his hair to take hold of his hand, and she laced her fingers through his.

Eventually, she picked up the laptop and turned on a movie, keeping the volume as low as possible so it wouldn't disturb him.

He had no idea what time it was when he awoke. It was the most restful sleep he'd had in some time, thanks to being in a comfortable bed, a safe place, and exhausted beyond reason thanks to both physical illness and lack of previous sleep. He shifted as he came to, finding his surroundings unfamiliar, and it wasn't until he saw Alex that he remembered everything that had happened in his tired haze.

Kyle took stock. His hand was in Alex's and she was curled up beside him. Her laptop was frozen on the Netflix screen and he smiled at it, assuming she was still using his account. He glanced over to Alex's head, then leaned over until he could rest his cheek against her hair. It was more comfortable than he remembered, having a woman he cared about beside him.

"Hey," he whispered into her hair. "Are you awake?"

About halfway through the second movie, Alex had drifted off into a pleasantly dreamless sleep. From a long way away, she heard Kyle's voice calling her back to consciousness, and very reluctantly she opened her eyes and squinted at the computer screen.

"No," she mumbled. His body was warm against her back, the pillow was soft and deep, and she didn't want to move. Her half-asleep mind drifted back to all the times when rest had been impossible and she thought she'd never be able to shake the weariness that went right down to her core, all those days she'd been exhausted but had forced herself to move anyway. And now she didn't have to. She was warm, and comfortable, and with someone she cared about.

Slowly, she rolled over and glanced at him before closing her eyes again and smiling. As she rolled, she readjusted her arm so she wouldn't have to let go of his hand. "You look less like shit than you did this morning."

"Okay," he replied with a smile, watching her drift off again. Kyle watched her for the few seconds until she rolled over and opened her eyes again, shifting with her and then wincing with a fresh reminder of his wounds for his effort. The soldier rolled onto his back again, the safest position, and gave her a smile at her words.

"You really know how to flatter a guy," he chuckled, the memories of the previous forty-eight hours rushing back to him. The bite, Nancy's, getting cleaned up, the nightmares, the kiss, and now here in her bed. He glanced down at their clasped hands and then suddenly released hers, pushing himself to sit upright. "Shit. Did I get blood on your sheets?"

The wound at his waist wasn't bad, but his shoulder had bled up to the tape - which, thankfully, prevented it from leaking out onto fabrics. Kyle frowned at it, touching the area gingerly and deciding that was a terrible idea fairly quickly.

"Mm hmm," Alex mumbled sleepily, not paying too much attention to what he was saying. When she felt his hand suddenly release hers, she actually woke up, and sat up enough to look at him.

"It's okay, I've got other sheets." Well, no, she didn't. She smiled and said, half-teasing and half-serious, "Or you can buy me new sheets."

She sat up more and moved a little closer to him so she could easily peel the tape back to see the wound. She very quickly realized that was a bad idea. "I don't have any bandages."

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