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Amara's pov

It was already known that I was never one to follow instructions and following instructions wasn't something I was going to start overnight by listening to a 'stop.following.me.' from a certain charming and grumpy stranger. 

Now, can we find our way back and forget about him? Cora had said immediately he went off but I did the opposite as expected.

I had broken off the damaged heels from my shoes, wore them as flats, wiped my hands across my face, and sped after him but not before checking to see if the hooker was still alive and thankfully she was. She even got on her feet and said nothing to me before walking off being happy with her pay.

It is not too late to turn back! Cora repeated and I rolled my eyes.

Do you not at least find him half as interesting as I do? I grunted at her and she stomped in my head, "Oww!"

I do not! She stomped harder and I blocked her out.

                     My gaze shifted back to Mr grump who wasn't surprised that I had caught up with him. His facial expression was still passive although he reeked of sheer annoyance.

One of his hands had gotten out a stress ball from his pockets which he had been using since I found him again, angry Russian curse words spewed from his mouth intermittently whenever I asked a question and he looked like he could throw me off a cliff.

"The stress ball is more stressed out than you at the moment." I tried to joke but instead of a laugh, I got an icy glare, "Anyways, I am Amara snow Dardanos and you already know about the snow name from my necklace. So where are we headed?"

"We?" He finally talked after more than thirty minutes of me talking his ears off. He crushed the ball beneath his fingers and sent me a pointed look, "We." It wasn't a question this time but he surely expected an answer from me.

"Yes, we." I gulped trying to catch up with his long strides, "I can't stand back there, I am lost and you are the only one I can depend on for direction, so… I guess we are a couple till I find my way."

"A couple." He snorted.

"We can use the word team."

"We." He snorted again 

"So, I have always been fascinated with vampires." I began to talk again ignoring the annoyance flashing vividly in his eyes, "I know your kind loves blood just as my kind loves meat and my love for meat is extra." I let out a hearty chuckle, "But despite that, I can do without meat, can you do without blood?"

No answer.

"Do you have sex in alleyways frequently? It's a bad habit." 

No answer.

I don't even know what made me so brazen to ask that weird question but what's said is already said, "No need to answer that, it was very inappropriate."

"You look like you have anger issues, why do you have a stress ball?" He turned to stare at me again, his burning gaze boring into my soul. It was a very harsh gaze, "Okay, skip that. It looks like a very sensitive topic."

"Why do you have tattoos?"

"Cause I like them." His pressure on the stress ball relaxed with his answer and his voice wasn't too harsh this time but all the more intimidating.

"Can I touch them?"

"Nyet!" And his voice was back to being harsh. It was a big fat no and I tried not to take it the wrong way. Aside from the no meaning don't touch me. I think it also meant that I should leave him alone and go away. 

Just then we both heard a meow.

A white kitten jumped from a low roof and landed before us, I could smell blood. It was injured. The poor thing limped towards us, its cries increasing showing that it was in pain, "Please don't eat it." I moved before Mr grump and blocked his way when he began to move towards the kitten, "I know deep down in your cold, rude and non-existent heart you have a flicker of k-" He ignored my pleas, went past me, and moved towards the cat. He bent towards the ground in front of it, "If you eat it, I will knee you in the balls and shove a stick far up your arse and have my father kill you!"

He pretended not to hear me and I watched what he was about to do. He picked up the kitten.

The little cute fur ball meowed and curled his palms. He raised it by its tail and began to inspect its legs rubbing his fingers over them and then it dawned on me that he was healing it, awwn , The big grump could be compassionate after all, "You look so cute together."

He sent me one of his legendary glares before dropping the kitten. It rubbed against Mr grumps legs and I bent to touch it too, feeling its soft fuzz and it purred. After the creature decided it had shown enough gratitude, it went off jumping on the walls and making its way back to where it came from seeming happy with its new legs.

"You deserve a lollipop for what you just did," I said in the sweetest voice I could muster. He ignored me and stood up with me following suit and then he began to walk again, hand in pocket, another hand with a stress ball.

Gone was kind Mr grump and back was angry Mr grump.

"Can vampires fly? How long can you stay in the sun? What's your favorite color? Do you think I am a little too trusting?" He only grunted not saying a word to me, "Is it true your kind is evil and vile? I don't think you guys are all that bad and I thought you were extinct till I had a vamp stalker." 

"Stalker?" He halted and turned towards me. His hand relaxed around the stress ball and his face was in a frown. He seemed to be interested in the fact that I had someone following me, "Wh-" His words were cut short by heightened aggressive voices and gunshots ringing through the air, disrupting the eerie silence of the night.

I smelt everything at once, a strange smell that was described as the one hunters had, blood and silver.

"Hunters." He growled sniffing the air just like I did and I knew they could smell me. My potion must have faded with its potency lessening. They must have smelled me.

Their voices got louder and I could hear footsteps now. They were near, too near and this wasn't a good situation for me. He looked at me as if pondering on what to do.

They didn't want him, they wanted me.

They always wanted werewolves and I gulped.

Amara, Cora called with fear lacing her voice, she was just as scared as I was, what are we going to do?

I don't know, we can't fight, we aren't in our terr- My words were halted.

I felt arms around me, his touch was blazingly hot in a good way and it wasn't cold like I had expected. I could feel myself moving too fast, the wind breezing through my ears.

Mr grump had picked me. He didn't leave me there to die. I guess he understood my plight. His hands were tight around me as he ran from them. Their voices and gunshots were still really prominent and the only words that came out of my mouth at the moment were, "Your arms are comforting and soft. Will you tell me your name now?"

I could hear him grunt and I laughed. My fingers curled into the fabric of his black hoodie holding onto him for dear life, "You are being shot at and the only thing you can say are those words?" I smiled. That's the longest sentence he has said to me and despite the wind being disturbing because of the speed at which we moved, I could still hear his words.

We could hear the voices and gunshots from the direction we traveled towards. They had us cornered from both directions, "Scared of heights?" He gazed down at me, the intensity of his gaze making me feel giddy.

"No." I shook my head and just then I felt it. A warm feeling in my heart which felt good and three silver bullets going through me at once, goring my body and burning my flesh. I couldn't hold it back, I let out a howl, a really painful howl. It was all too sudden.

"Blyad." He cursed holding me tightly and just then he ascended.

Huge black majestic and terrifying wings came from behind him, flapping as he held onto me, "Fuck!" He cursed again. I could feel my wounds leaking, the pain searing through me, I was dripping over his clothes.

The crimson liquid staining both of us.

"Sorry," I mumbled trying hard not to cry from the pain I felt. My eyes were glistening with tears and I was already feeling lightheaded. The hunters continued to shoot but we were already high up, the bullets couldn't get to us and they couldn't fly, "I am sorry about the blood."

"Orian." He moved his hand to apply pressure on the wound situated on my torso, his palm pressing lightly against it.

"Uh?"

"You asked for a name." His voice was gruff, "I gave you one."

"Orian," I repeated, it is a beautiful name, I didn't say this outwardly. It was going to be a private thought but he didn't give me a surname or middle name, "I like Mr grump better." He scoffed.

I clung to him with all the strength I could muster as the silver had begun to kick in and my bleeding was worse, it was bad enough that I had three deep wounds. These were times when I felt useless being a powerless silver wolf.

"Orian," I repeated holding on to him tightly and he said a string of words in Russian that I couldn't understand. I could feel myself giving in, my eyes closing but I was glad I found out something.

I knew his name was Orian, I knew that vampires could fly and vampires were nice.

These were my final thoughts before finally giving in to the pain and caving into darkness in the comforting arms of a heartless creature.