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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 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.

"The wolf." He isn't sure if it was at the Festival or wandering the streets before that, but Kyle can almost swear that the color pattern on the fur was familiar. Although it might just be wishful thinking. It's hard to know for sure. Either way, he'll definitely be exhausting a lot of energy into finding the damn thing.

"I'll admit, I'm disappointed. I was kind of hoping it would be like one of those 'pets who look like their owners' thing, where the werewolf has the same weird features and colored fur as the guy behind it. Or girl."

Nancy snaps in disappointment. "Drat- I had always wondered that, but didn't want to be rude and ask." Seriously, that's upsetting. Aren't you supposed to share similar features with your animal form? Wasn't it a rule?

"It'd at least help you narrow it down some."

"Oh. I don't know. I was going off what you said." He laughs at the idea of the both of them being disappointed in something they don't even know for sure. A witch and a human theorizing about werewolves as if they have a clue. "I'll ask one. It'd definitely be helpful if they do look alike."

"Sorry," she started, "I completely misheard you. But, yeah, one of us will have to, at any rate." Because now it was a mystery that needed to be solved. And they couldn't exactly get out the Underground Google.

Why such a thing didn't exist, she really, really wanted to know.

"Alright- and that's the last of the blood. Lavender and raspberries?"

"I will. You worry about finding me a cure or anti-curse or whatever the hell it's called." He tried to smile at the thought, but the result was something forced, so he let it drop away. Kyle was more worried than he generally let on and now was definitely no exception.

At the latter, a real smile returned and he dropped his arms slowly from the edge of the tub down into the pink water before scooting forward to give her space to wash his hair without making a complete mess. "Surprise me."

"I think calling it a cure is the best option." Simpler, at least.

"Surprise it is," she said, taking one of the bottles of shampoo from around her bathtub. Shifting, Nancy reaches up to her sink and takes down a cup she usually uses for drinking out of, and dunks it into the bath, picking up some of the warm water. Carefully, she drizzles it over his head, trying to avoid his face, but getting his hair wet. Once that's done, she pours a healthy amount of shampoo into her hands and starts to apply it to his hair.

A generous lather starts up, and Nancy wastes no time in working the shampoo throughout his hair, using her nails to give him a good scalp massage as she cleans. Somewhere through this, she's started to hum absentmindedly.

Kyle tilts his head back to help her keep the water from his face. He grimaces a little as she scrubs at his scalp, clearly having found a bruise or cut in there somewhere. It's not nearly bad enough to give attention to and he quickly encourages her to continue with a wave of his hand, dismissing any potential concern. Outside of the small pain one on part of his scalp, it feels good and he has to remind himself that now is not the time or place to pursue what his body is interested in.

Kyle listens to her hum in silence for a short while before feeling compelled to speak again. He's not generally one for comfortable silences.

"So which one is it?" He sniffs the air. "Is that... raspberry?"

She winces for him, when she hits the bruise, and makes a note to be more careful, the next time she trails her nails over the spot. Carefully, she massages the back of his neck where his scull meets his spine, letting him relax however much he wants.

She enjoys it, honestly. Men are at their best when they relax. It's cute, honestly.

"And here I thought the pink bubbles wouldn't give it away," she said cheekily, moving to massage the rest of his scalp a bit more. "I think you're just about lathered up. I'm gonna run some fresh water behind you, alright?"

Kyle leans into the massage, enjoying the feeling of being touched, pampered, and cared for. He sighs a little wistfully as she prepares to rinse his hair, knowing that the massage had to end sometime and yet wanting it to go on forever.

"If I wasn't so tired, I could stay here for hours," he murmurs, closing his eyes and tilting his head back again as he waits for her to help him rinse. "I owe you. Especially when you find that cure. I don't know how I'll repay you."

"I know- you'll fall asleep." Which she really didn't want him to do in her bathtub. An accidental drowning is not something she wanted to deal with, on top of everything else. With the water going behind him, she fills up some fresh, warm water, and starts to rinse his hair gently.

"You don't owe me anything."

"Yeah, okay, sure," he replies dismissively. Last time, he took her out to dinner. This time, he feels like he should be doing more. Kyle idly wonders if he should find her a place to live, which leads to thinking about being roommates, which leads to him wondering if he could handle that. Instead of thinking about it, because he's Kyle, he brings it up. "Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you come live with me? I mean, when I get my new place. You could keep this place for work, but then you could have someplace safer to sleep and hide your stuff in between."

Nancy nearly chokes on her own spit. "Come live with you?" Oh lord. "I- I couldn't. Thank you, that's an incredibly generous offer, but I just can't accept. It's far, far too much." She didn't deserve that. Having a place just for work would be nice, but...

Oh god. "I can't. I keep awful hours, anyway, and I'm a rubbish roommate. Ask my brothers, they'll tell you."

Her nose was starting to turn red.

"Not like that," he replies, misinterpreting her hesitation. "I don't want anything. You can chip in for rent when you can afford it. I don't care about the hours and I'd appreciate the company. I go a little crazy when I'm by myself too long, you know? It's part of the reason I've put off finding my own place already."

Not that his job pays that well, but he's fairly low maintenance and good at saving money, so he can certainly afford a two bedroom place.

"And you can't be any worse than the assholes I shared a barracks with," he laughs, though it's said endearingly. Kyle loves those people. There's a slight delirium to his words, between the injury and the fatigue, but he means the offer. Even if it was a terrible idea, which he actually thinks it's not, he'd mean it.

"I don't know," she says, rinsing his hair again. "I think you're in a lot of pain right now, Kyle. Which I'll get you something for next, promise, but... I've only just moved, and I couldn't, really." This conversation was going to go on for a while, and she didn't have the wherewithal to cut it short like she had the last time.

"Besides, wouldn't it be odd, you bringing girls over and they meet your hooker roommate?" Ultimate cock-block.

"You're not my 'hooker roommate,' you're my friend." He argues. Kyle considers adding that he doesn't bring that many girls home until he remembers his recent adventures with Skip and Alex and realizes that maybe that's not the best point to try to make. "If you don't want to, it's not like I'm going to force you. But you'd be doing me a favor."

Kyle closes his eyes again, trying to focus on their conversation with her hands in his hair and the pain in his shoulder. "Besides, it'd save me coming over here when I get hurt."

A favor. Oh, why does he have to put it like that it makes her a million times more likely to take him up on it.

She sighs.

"I'll think about it." Well. So much for that conversation.

"Are you planning on making this more of a habit? Should I take a first-aid course for when magic fails me?" Seriously, humans had some pretty useful items. They'd been able to help her wonderfully after her recent stay in the hospital.

He smiles. As far as he's concerned, that's probably a no, but at least she seems willing to entertain the idea. Kyle runs a hand over his chest, to try to get some of the water off, awkwardly chilly now that his body's crashing and he's sitting, wet, in tepid water. He doesn't say anything about it really, figuring they're not far off.

"We could take it together," he teases in response, though he agrees it might not be a terrible idea. "Just in case."

"Between the two of us, I think we could use it." Which is pretty much a yes.

She finishes rinsing out the rest of the shampoo, and moves away from the tub to fetch him a towel. It's not the fluffiest, but it does it's job. "Alright, I think you're good to go. I'll see what I've got for pain, if you want to get changed again."

She moves to leave the bathroom to start her mission.

"Like study buddies, but for injuries. Cruddy buddies?" He offers, joking around without really thinking much about it.

Kyle gingerly runs a hand through his hair to push it back, wincing with the effort. He carefully stands and steps out of the tub as Nancy retrieves the towel. He accepts it and immediately dries his face in order to give her a proper smile. "Thanks."

Once she leaves, he looks at his clothes and frowns a little. Kyle dries off as best he can with the injuries, removing his underwear and laying it over the bathtub's edge to dry. When he's finished, he wraps the towel around his waist and secures it with a twist. Then he walks into the other room to find Nancy. "Hey, uh, do you have some sweatpants and a t-shirt, by any chance? I'd rather not go commando unless I have to."

He doesn't mind being shirtless in her place, but he'll have to go home eventually. With his own shirt destroyed and the jacket patched with blood, Kyle feels a little weird wearing either. Unless he leaves right now, in the cover of the dark. But that still leaves the problem of zippers and chafing.

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this is all so hella weird but I love it?

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