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Slowly and surely. He felt her relax, and then the sleep seemed to take her. He waited a time longer, unwilling to wake her up because she had just fallen into sleep. But once he was sure she wouldn't wake, he slowly moved off, and then shifted back to his normal form. The smell of blood made him twitch, but suppressing that instinct was easier now. Breathing through his mouth helped too.

Picking the girl up, he adjusted her so that he could hold her frame against his body, and then tried the door knob. Locked, obviously, but with a flick of his fingers, a steel file was in his hand. With a twitch, he got the door to swing open, and then he closed it, the lock still intact. Luckily for him, he wasn't one of the old farts that had to be invited in, it would severely suck otherwise. With a soft moment, he located her bed, and settled the girl into it. He did make sure to take off her coat, but didn't touch the rest of her clothes.

Now, to snoop around her home, very quietly.

For about half an hour, the male had free reign. He had observed a few places here and there, and then finally settled himself in the kitchen, where the cat had well... stayed around him. He raised an eyebrow, curious at the feeling, but when it hissed, he spread out his senses. Oh, so that was a thing, as the male slowly ran fingers through his hair. He heard the steps, quiet as she tried to make them, and then breathed in. He'd have to either break his cover, but considering his exploration of her closet - like she could hide the slight hissing draft from a secret room from his superior senses - he had understood her nature. Despite that however, he found himself craving her.

Not to own her, but to call her his own, someone he could be with considering that the last person he had done that with died, a long time ago.

The male turned his body, so that he could semi face her at the angle he was sitting at. ''Sleeping beauty wakes.'' he said, his tone indifferent. Like the silver knife she held was of no problem to him. ''Although, it seems that the Sleeping Beauty is in fact the Huntress isn't she?'' he added, letting a smirk decorate his lips. But his hand however, made a motion. After all, he wasn't the prince, the heir of all vampires, without knowing the natural enemies. Hunters of course, were a problem, but he knew a rudimentary form of communication that they developped. He didn't know if it changed or if it had advanced since he learned it around five decades ago.

Well he'd find out now, as he made the sign of danger, and vampire, but making a motion to disqualify himself. If he was right, the other creature was trying to sniff out her blood, and had much less control over his needs as this male did. Although, if the girl looked, she would notice that one of his arms lacked the black glove and bracelets he wore. It would have a large wound, not necessarily bleed, but marked, and slowly healing, despite his high regeneration. He had held back on his instinct, by the skin on his teeth literally, and thus he figured he would either earn her respect or a mercy.

He was't interested in hurting her, but the one that he felt on the very edge of his senses, and that the cat felt the dark intetions of, did.

The female seemed to try and take charge, as the male just smiled. ''Sorry if it seemed like I was attacking you, I'm quite sure you're aware of your... special condition.'' he said in response, but as if he was fully trusting her, brought up his arm. ''In fact, this is the first time my body has not regenerated my wounds instantly. Quite unusual I must say. It's like my body doesn't want me to heal.'' he said, adding that layer to the girl. Surely, she could possibly see that he was not lying about that one, but it was very subtle. He implied that his body wanted to devour her, but his mind had resisted and pulled against it. ''Although, I suggest you pay your dues to the sandman.'' he added.

He didn't want to say things outright, but the sense of danger came closer. Before the cat could bristle, the male let his gaze stare at it, a warning in his eyes. It was gone within a half-second, making sure that the girl would not see such a gaze. The closer his 'kin' got, the easier he could dispose of the low class breed and keep his little Huntress safe. The male blinked then, realizing he had already claimed her in his mind, and part of him wanted to sigh. Although something in his gut was trembling as the girl grew closer, almost as if something wanted to burst from within, and tell him something far more troublesome then he wanted to know.

Well whatever, he didn't often put stock in such things like that unless it was in battle anyways. It kept him alive them, although he had the feeling that if they fought, his instincts would short-circuit and harm him more then aid him.

A side effect perhaps, but who knew the truth?