Boring, Boring, Boring...

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

She wasn't sure if he was joshing her or not. Were they really mafia folk there? She looked around again, wondering if it was true. she suspected it might be, and she wondered if maybe somehow he was involved. He didn't come off as mafia like or even Italian, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. When the bartender came she looked up at him and gulped. She could say something.. she could meet his eyes with a pleading look, a desperate gaze letting him know something was wrong, but she didn't. Why didn't she? Instead she looked at her captor, expecting him to answer for her and was shocked when he encouraged her to do her own ordering.

Alyson was almost sure Sebastian would be taking over her speaking privileges and was floored when she got the opportunity to talk for herself. He was testing her. She knew he was testing her. Well, he wouldn't win! She would continue her good girl act as long as she needed to in order to survive and get the hell away from him. She ordered her steak, asking for it to be medium and then the cup of tea, a chill running over her skin and causing it to raise with goosebumps as if on cue to show she was cold.

She waited for Sebastian to put his own order in and watched as the man walked away, turning to watch the boy across from her, her head tilted slightly down as she watched him, her eyes slightly narrowed with intrigue. The girl slid her bare feet up on his seat, crossing them at the ankle as she stared at him.

"I didn't think you would let me speak for myself." She told him honestly. "That mean you trust me?"

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

"That mean you trust me?"

Sebastian hardly trusted Alyson. A part of him wanted to but he knew better than to trust a human. They were even more destructive and filled with hate than Sebastian and his sister were. He knew not all of them were, but there were plenty of them out there. He just stared at her with his cold grey eyes in silence and then looked down to see her feet poking out from under the table on his side of the booth. He didn't mind at all. The more comfortable she was the less likely she would give herself away. Not that she would in a shady place like this anyway.

"Well it was a toss between being a gentleman and ordering for you, which I'm clearly not. Or let you order for yourself because I would have messed up your order anyway." He hardly thought of it as a trust thing. If she would have blurted out something he found inappropriate then he would have done one of two options; flee with her or kill those with ears.

"Do I trust you enough to let you out of my sight? No. I know there's half a brain in your head and if you get the chance you would do whatever you could to leave. But do I trust that you're smart enough not to put someone else's life at risk? Yes. Because I'm sure you can already imagine what I would have had to do if you would have screamed or gave any kind of cry for help." Sebastian cocked a brow at the girl across the table from him and a playful little smile crossed over his lips. It wasn't long after that their beverages were set on the table in front of them and the server made his way back behind the bar.

The door to the restaurant opened up again and in came two heavy men in track suits and dark features. They were clearly Italian. Sebastian didn't even bother to look in their direction as they walked over to the only other occupied table in the joint and sat down next to the man that was fidgeting at this point. The cool breeze from the open door lasted longer than was anticipated by Sebastian however, as someone else was making their way into the restaurant as well. A cop. He was stout and on the heavy side and he too had dark hair and eyes, having the features of a man from a long line of Italians. But a cop nonetheless. He strolled in and took a seat at the bar.

It was then that Sebastian looked over to see the officer, sitting there in his uniform getting ready to order himself a beverage and probably dessert. Sebastian's eyes then went over to Alyson and he watched her, studying her features and curious to see how she would react to the police officer there. Would she try to go over to him? It seemed like the timing was impeccable and he began to tap his fingers on the table, almost as if he wanted to make sure he still held the girl's attention.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

He didn't say he trusted her, but he didn't come right out and say he didn't, though it was clear in the words he used that he didn't. she didn't expect him to, and truth be told she didn't trust him, either. He was an arrogant asshole and he'd stolen her from life. The more he spoke, though, the angrier she got. He had to throw in the whole murder thing, which did nothing short of sour her mood which had begun to lift a little. Why did he need to make his stupid threats when she had willingly done as he had told her to, or at least expected her to do? She didn't make any suspicious comments or gestures to let the server think there was anything worth concerning himself with when he was over there, why couldn't Sebastian just accept that?

Her lips pursed in his direction and her brows lowered in a slight scowl. He was such a dick. Alyson huffed and busied herself with her tea so she wouldn't have to stare into his cold eyes anymore. She lifted the tea bag out of the water and dipped it back in, repeating the gesture until the water had turned dark brown. She poured the sweetener in and lifted the cup, bringing it towards her face when she heard the door open.

It was a distraction, which was nice. She peaked over her shoulder towards the door, noticing to two heavy men walk in, which weren't interesting to her. The police officer, however, was.

Without having taken a sip she set the cup down, her hazel eyes following the fat cop as he made his way to the bar, eyes locked on him. Her chance at freedom. Surely someone would have noticed she was missing by then, maybe he would know her name! She gulped, turning towards Sebastian, whose eyes were locked on her, making her gulp.

Judging by the look on his face he was thinking the same thing she was. His fingers strummed on the table, almost as if he was waiting for her to come to her conclusion so he would know how to react. Her eyes penetrated his, as if they were having a silent battle of wills. She could do it if she wanted. She could test the water, make a move, call out for help. She was sure, despite his strength, that there was no way he could take on the cop plus both of those men who would likely come to the cops aid. There was also the bartender who might even have a gun on him. She had options and he knew it. Her eyes narrowed as she sat in silence, thinking.

"All I have to do is scream." She warned, her voice low as her fingers ran over the teacups edge. It was the truth. A simple scream was all it would take, and even if he was on his guard, he wouldn't win this fight, or at least Alyson didn't think so. She licked her lips, her feet sliding off of his seat as she sat a little more upright. "But I won't." She said nonchalantly, sipping at her tea, her eyes shutting for a second before she set the cup back down, the hot liquid warming her from the inside out. "Because some day you're going to trust me, and on that day you're going to give me my freedom." She said with an air of confidence she probably shouldn't have. "The no one will get hurt." Maybe it was a naive thought, but she was trying to think one step ahead. If he got away, she was still in danger, and if not her, then those she surrounded herself with. It wasn't a risk she was willing to take, especially knowing he wouldn't really think twice about killing her.

Alyson took another sip and slid her feet back up on the seat next to Sebastian, letting herself relax, even though on the inside she was hating herself for not alerting the police of her presence. Freedom was a few yards away, and she would have to give it up for just a little longer. She could play this game, and she would win.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

"All I have to do is scream."

Then scream. He snarled in his head, wanting to bare his teeth at her menacingly and show his anger. But instead his face was a blank slate of emotion. He just looked at her as if this was news to him and even tried to force a smile on his face but it was strained and quite noticeable.

"But I won't."

What kind of angle was she trying to play with him now? It was a wise decision on her part. If she did scream then it would turn into quite a mess. Alyson went on to explain why she wasn't going to scream and by the time she was done he had to give her kudos for her reasoning. She believed he would let her go if she was good. He knew that was just wishful thinking but a part of him wanted to tell her that she might have a chance of freedom.

"Because I'm feeling generous tonight maybe we should come up with a deal." He had to think now. What would be something that was so unrealistic that couldn't possibly happen in exchange for her freedom? Then he knew exactly what it was. He found it ridiculous, but he knew it was an impossible task. "I'll grant you your freedom if.." He pressed a finger to his lip as if he had to think about it, even though he already knew it. Then as if it just suddenly came to him his face brightened as if with a fresh, brand spankin' new idea and he pointed at her. "..if you can get me to love you. Yes, it sounds ridiculous and a lot like some stupid teeny bopper movie, I know." He rolled his eyes as he said it. He knew it sounded stupid. But it would do just fine.

"I don't love anyone. Well, I take that back. I love myself. I don't even love my sister. I tolerate her because we're related, but you'll never hear me tell her that I love her. I've never told anyone that I loved them. But if you can get me to fall.. oh, I don't know, head over heels in love for you I'll let you go." He smirked a bit at the thought of it. It was such a cliche, but he knew that it would be enough to keep her submissive enough for his liking and he knew it couldn't happen.

The two men in the track suits were huddled close to the wiry man and from their gestures it looked like it was becoming a heated conversation. Even the cop seemed to turn an ear towards them yet Sebastian ignored them. He'd seen them before and he knew exactly what was going on. The man owed money and was trying to talk his way into an extension before paying it back. It was the typical crap.

"Do we have a deal?" He asked and he stuck his hand out across the table to see if she was willing to shake on it. Or would she be the type to try and negotiate something else?

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

He was going to make a deal for her freedom? Her heart fluttered with excitement as she sat across from him, hands firmly around the teacup. She waited with bated breath as he thought of the guidelines for this deal.

She watched the finger pressed to his lips silently as he thought about what she would need to do. "..if you can get me to love you. Yes, it sounds ridiculous and a lot like some stupid teeny bopper movie, I know." It wasn't what she expected to hear and she was floored by the thought. Make him love her? What the hell!

The task seemed impossible, not because she doubted her ability, but because she knew deep down in order to make him love her she would have to show something in return and she could never love him. It didn't seem fair and she furrowed her brow, pouting down at the table now. She had no clue how she could pull it off, but he had made the offer which meant that it could probably happen. She could make him love her.

Probably.

Alyson gulped and scowled a little as she looked back up at Sebastian across the table, that smug look on his face. That alone made her want to prove him wrong. He was doubting her. She was distracted momentarily by the men who were having a heated discussion, but his voice brought her back to the deal at the table. "Do we have a deal?" He asked, his hand outstretched towards her. Alyson licked her lips.

"I have conditions." She stated, pulling her hands onto her lap and folding them there. "One, you don't torment me and make this task difficult. You need to offer me a fair chance." She said, not wanting him to cheat at his own game, "And two, if I succeed, you let me go and swear that you will leave everyone I know alone. You can't use people I know as pawns or anything. We can discuss our relationship at that point." She wasn't stupid enough to believe that they wouldn't have some sort of relationship at that time. Whether she cared to continue it, whatever it was, would be up to her discretion and she wanted that clear.

She moved her hand towards him. "If you can agree to my terms I'll shake." She said simply, eyes on his.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Sebastian knew that Alyson wouldn't shake without naming a few terms of her own and she definitely didn't disappoint. Of course she would want everyone she knew to be left unharmed. And when it came to cheating, Sebastian knew that he would have to make an effort not to make it impossible for her. But it was definitely something that he could manage. He grasped her hand in his and gave it a firm little shake. "Looks like we have a deal." He told her and then let go of her hand and leaned back in his seat.

"I won't harm a single hair on anyone's head if you win." He made sure to say it out loud so that she knew that was what he was agreeing to. "And all other terms still stay in place. As long as you don't pull any stunts I'll leave everyone alone." Sebastian didn't need her to think that he was trying to trick her or anything, so he wanted to make sure everything was clear as crystal and out on the table.

The two men that were trying to collect money from the first were starting to grow louder. "Whaddaya sayin' Saul, ya family is s'pose to be better than mine?" Tracksuit 1 said and held his arms out defensively, the argument clearly escalating. "Ya got 'till midnight ta get tha boss's dough, capische?!" Tracksuit 2 told him and pointed at him threateningly, his words meant to cause fear in the first man. Then the tracksuit duo slowly started to get to their feet.

Sebastian found himself looking over at them and then glancing back at Alyson. It was no use ignoring them, since they were starting to get loud and obnoxious. At least they were getting ready to head out the door and things would grow quiet once more. He watched as the cop started to turn to look at what was going on, debating on whether or not he should step in and say something. Then again, he knew that maybe he shouldn't and Sebastian assumed that the only reason the cop didn't get up off his fat ass and do anything was because he was on the payroll.

"It would be nice if our food came out before the sun." Sebastian complained quietly and as if on cue the server came out with a tray that held two steaming plates on it. He could tell it was his because what was the off chance that someone else ordered lasagna and a steak?

As the server made his way around the empty tables heading towards them the fidgety man began to stand up, but not before he reached into an inside pocket in his coat and pulled out something dark. It didn't take a genius to realize that he clearly had a weapon and he raised it up, ready to aim it at the two men in the tracksuits who were slowly making their departure. "HEY!" He shouted in a shaky voice, as if he was still trying to gain confidence. That's when the first shot was fired.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

She shook his hand and then pulled it back, unsure what she agreed to. It was something, she decided. At least now she had a motive; make him love her. How the hell was she supposed to do that?! Alyson had no idea where to start but decided she could take it in stride. She smiled and poked him with her big toe as their food came out. "I'm going to make you love me so hard." She taunted, her tone teasing as the plates were dropped in front of them.

She hardly had a chance to even look at her meal as the men got a little rowdy by the bar. Her attention was on them and then she realized she didn't want to be caught staring so she looked at her food bashfully, grabbing her fork and poking at a lump of crab meat in her pasta, the argument clear from where they sat.

She hoped Sebastian stayed quiet, not wanting to draw attention to them. Last thing they needed was to be witnesses to this argument. She didn't want the cop to come over. She didn't want to pretend that nothing was wrong to the face of a cop. She couldn't hide who she was, and if he recognized her she wouldn't lie for the sake of her captor. It was a slippery slope she didn't want to go down.

The scream from one man made her look up, startled, just in time to see the gun. Her eyes went wide and she yelped in fear as the gunshot rang through the restaurant. Alyson pulled her feet away close to her, hitting them on the bottom of the table as she ducked lower, her hands covering her head. Why would he take her here?! She had somehow scooted to be flush against the wall, her body so low that no one could even see a single curl from above their booth.

"Ohmygod.." Whimpered to herself, eyes closed tight.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

The gunshot didn't really bother Sebastian, he saw the gun and he knew it was coming. He knew that the restaurant sometimes had a bad reputation but it didn't stop him from coming for their food. They had fantastic food. However, he'd never come with someone before who wasn't like him and it suddenly hit him just how fragile Alyson was. Getting shot for him would be painful but for her it could be fatal. He watched as she dipped down low and tried to curl herself up as if she was hoping she could disappear.

Another shot rang out but this time it was from a different gun. The cop was up on his feet and even tough the guy wasn't far from the cop, he still missed and the bullet ended up ricocheting off the wall not far from where they were seated in their booth. Sebastian snarled to himself and looked over at Alyson. "Stay down." He snapped at her as if she didn't already know to do that and he slid himself quickly out oft he booth.

At this point it wasn't just two guns that had gone off. Tracksuits 1 and 2 were both packing and took their guns out. Even the fucking server was pulling out a double barreled shotgun from behind the bar. It was like they were in some kind of shoot off and everyone was shooting at everyone! Of course Alyson and Sebastian had gone unnoticed since they were just two people trying to have a nice meal until Sebastian stood up. The man who originally pulled out his gun was chocked full of lead and was lying in a bloody heap on the ground. The server had taken a bullet to the shoulder and was up against the wall groaning in pain. The cop had lost his hat during the gunfight and moved towards the two tracksuit guys, shouting obscenities at one another.

"You know some people came here to eat. How about keeping it down?" Sebastian sneered loud enough for them all to hear as he stood there. He wanted it perfectly clear that he was unhappy. "And there goes your tip." He said and eyed the server who was groaning and writhing against the counter in pain. He didn't pay any mind to Sebastian.

"Who's tha joker?" Tracksuit 1 asked and pointed his gun at him while Tracksuit 2 and the cop both stared at him. They all had their guns still drawn and pointing in different directions. They might have all been on the same side but it didn't mean they trusted each other. "How's about you get the fuck outta 'ere!" Tracksuit 1 said and headed straight for Sebastian with his gun pointed at him, trying to threaten him. Tracksuit 1 then spotted the blonde in the booth and his attention went towards her. "Ey toots why ya with this joker?!" He asked and attempted to get a closer look.

Sebastian saw red when the fat Italian started speaking to Alyson and his nostrils flared, his eyes dangerously staring him down. When the man tried to sidestep Sebastian he showed no fear and grabbed the man by the jacket and with strength that no mere human man could possibly have, the gargoyle threw the man across the restaurant towards the bar. He didn't make it over the bar but the fat fuck did hit the bar counter before rolling to the ground. "Back off." He said trying to make sure his words were clear enough.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

She had felt terror this strong only one other time in her life, and it had been earlier that evening on the pier when Sebastian had wrapped his fingers tight around her throat. This was it, she was going to die today. "Stay down." If she hadn't been so scared she would have rolled her eyes at him. Really? He needed to actually tell her that? She watched him getting up and her eyes widened. "What...what're you doing!" She hissed through clenched teeth. He was going to get them murdered!

"You know some people came here to eat. How about keeping it down?" Alyson wasn't a religious girl, but she'd gone to church plenty over the years. She never prayed, but in that moment she started. Dear, Jesus...please don't let me die in this shady bar. Please, please, please, please, please......

"Who's tha joker?" Why? Why did he feel the need to draw attention to them? It was like he was trying to get them killed. She covered her eyes, afraid to look. Why dd he need to play with fire this way? Why couldn't he leave well enough alone? Alyson began to shake, hearing the man talk to her.

Terrified eyes met his, afraid to say anything at all. What could she say? Because he kidnapped me and forced me to be with him? The girl gulped, not sure what to do until Sebastian stepped forward. Her jaw dropped as she watched him throw the man across the room like he was ten pounds, which clearly he was not.

"Back off." Was all Sebastian said, and if she hadn't already been rendered speechless, she would be now. Her jaw hung open as she gawked at him. How had he done that? Adrenaline? She knew he was strong, he had carried her home no problem, but Alyson knew she wasn't too heavy. This guy, though? Hulk Hogan would have had a tough time doing what Sebastian had done, and he was clearly a fraction of the size. She was mystified, frozen as she watched him, her appetite gone. How the hell could she even think about the food, or anything else, at that moment.

"I want to go." She said when she regained the slightest hint of composure. Her voice was soft and hoarse, trembling along with the rest of her body. "Now." She begged, unable to move yet. Where was the other guy? Were there more guns? Was she going to get shot? What if Sebastian got shot? Would she be free. Her lip quivered and she gave him a pleading look, practically begging hi with her eyes to get her the hell out of there, even if it meant back to his damn prison/condo!

This had officially topped her list of worst nights ever. She might never ask for a night out again if they survived!

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

The cop and tracksuit 2 were standing there with their mouths open and seemingly shocked. Their guns were hanging down by their sides as they just looked at the man. That didn't seem possible!

"I want to go."

The small voice coming from the booth caught Sebastian's attention and he nodded at her silently and held his hand out for her. Whether she'd take it or not was up to her but he needed her to get out of that booth. His eyes panned over to the remaining two to make sure they didn't do anything while he waited for Aly to get out of the booth. "Today would be good." He commented about how long it was taking her. He could tell she was scared although he was quite the opposite. Ironically, she had nothing to fear in this situation with him there.

When she finally got out of the booth he made sure to stand in front of her. "Let's go out the kitchen." He instructed and he pushed her so that she would be in a position that would keep her shielded by his body. He made sure she kept moving towards the entryway that lead to the kitchen while the other men stood there silently. That was until the cop got a glance at the girl and recognized her almost instantly. There weren't many missing persons in Scriptor Bay.

"EY! I know you! Stop!" The cop shouted and he raised his gun aiming it right at Sebastian.

"Pick up the pace." He groaned and had to give Alyson a little shove to get her going. The cop began shooting in their direction and he had a feeling she was going to panic and freeze up the way she did when she was scared of him. So instead of letting her do that he shoved her straight for the kitchen to get her through the doorway. But not before two of the shots clipped him in the back and he let out a sharp gasp and stumbled forward.

"Keep moving!" He growled and put his hands on her waist and kept her moving, zigzagging straight through the kitchen and heading towards a door that has an exit sign above it. He didn't want to smash her into the door so he let go of her and gave her the chance to do it herself. Meanwhile he turned to see if they were following them. Of course they were!

The shots rang through the kitchen, bullets whizzing and bouncing off stainless steel kitchenware. "Open the door Alyson!" He snarled loudly and made sure he was blocking her from view. He could see tracksuit 2 poking his head up from behind a stove and he glared in his direction. Sebastian didn't need to hide behind weapons. Another bullet whizzed by coming straight for them and Sebastian tried his best to keep her shielded. He could only do so much however as a few zipped by him and he hoped that they didn't hit the girl.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

He reached for her hand and she scooted towards it, but had to go back for her shoes which were buried somewhere under the table. "Today would be good." She felt rushed, and rightfully so! He obviously wanted out of the situation and she let the shoes go, moving away from the table barefoot. Truth be told, they were killing her feet anyway, and walking might be easier without them. Of course she wasn't thinking about the rough concrete scattered with pebbles, bits of glass and the like. Her foot had healed over for the most part from her incident the past week with broken glass in the bathroom, but that foot still tended to be tender, the skin new and soft where there wasn't still a scab.

Hand in his, she moved towards the kitchen with him, glad to be getting out of there even if he had just thrown a 250 pound man across the room. How had he done that? Tat wasn't even physically possible the way he had done it! They moved quickly and she felt her body still trembling, when she heard the shout behind them. "EY! I know you! Stop!" The cop shouted and raised his gun. Alyson stopped and gawked at him. Did he recognize her or Sebastian? She had no idea and Sebastian didn't allow her the opportunity to find out as he shoved her through the kitchen doors as gunshots rang through the restaurant.

Alyson gave out a sharp little scream when the firing started again, freaking out now. She was in a daze, unsure where to move, but Sebastian's hands on her hips guided her towards the door.

"Open the door Alyson!" She barked at her sharply and she fumbled with the door handle, her hands quaking so hard that she couldn't function properly. Get a hold of of yourself! She chastised internally and grabbed the door, twisting it just so and it flung outwards as the barrage of gunshots showered around them. She felt the hint of a sting on her arm, like a bug bite, but didn't stop to see what it was too frightened and panicked to get away from the gunfire to care about a damn spider bite!

The ground outside was rough and scattered with debris and it hurt to step on it, but she was more concerned with her life than her feet. She winced and stumbled a bit, but moved away from the restaurant, looking back at Sebastian, having no idea he'd been hit. "Which way?" She asked, a terrified look in her eye, forgetting for the moment all about the impossible act he'd done moments before, or the fact that a policeman might have been trying to save her from him.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

When Alyson finally made it through the door and asked her ridiculous question of which way Sebastian grumbled a bit. He knew she was smarter than that, but then again she was scared and probably couldn't think clearly in that moment. He made sure to slam the door, still hearing the bullets bouncing around inside as the idiots clearly didn't stop firing at them even though they were now outside. He figured it was only a matter of seconds before they were kicking down the door and following them. It wasn't like they had done anything except for the fact that Sebastian threw one of them across the room. He just felt like making a point in the restaurant and they had to go and ruin a perfectly good evening. That was the first time in all the time that he'd gone that a gunfight had broken out in the middle of the restaurant.

"Up." He breathed and wrapped his arms around Alyson and hoisted her into the air, pressing her firmly against himself and holding her there. "Wrap your legs around my waist and hold on." He instructed, knowing that their best escape route without being detected was to go up to the roofs. Sebastian preferred travelling that way anyway. Made him feel like a predator, looking down at all the humans like they were his prey.

He kept his arms securely wrapped around the girl until her arms and legs were around him and then he let go. He assumed she would have an array of questions but there was nothing that he was going to answer until they were away from the mafia's crappy delivery boys. "Hold on." He growled close to her ear and he started to increase his pace.

The exit lead out in between buildings with alleyways on three sides of the small little hole in the wall. When he had a good start he pushed off the ground and leapt up towards the wall. The rules of physics and gravity seemingly not applying to Sebastian as he scaled upwards, digging his hands roughly into the brick walls. He jumped between walls a few times, going back and forth since it was easier. Especially since Alyson was in front of him instead of in back. He heard the door fly open to the restaurant and the two morons come out, shouting and splitting up.

But by the time the men were out there Sebastian was climbing over the side of the wall onto the roof of a nearby building. He stood there for a moment trying to gauge which way would take him back to his building and held Alyson close to him to make sure she didn't fall. Almost as if she were a baby. His eyes traveled down to her arm and he could see the open wound, the blood seeping out. It was getting all over his clothes, not that he cared in that moment.

"Are you alright? You're bleeding." He told her, trying to keep his voice calm and quiet but just loud enough to be heard over the blowing wind. His breathing was a little more labored than usual as a deep pain was shooting up his back. Not that he wanted her to know. Very few things could hurt a gargoyle and bullets were one of those things that could penetrate his skin. He could feel them each time he moved. They weren't too deep to do enough damage but they were deep enough that they were going to be difficult to get out.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

Up. Such a seemingly simple word. Up. He was gripping her before she knew what was really going on, having nearly forgotten the night he'd taken her and how they had done just that. Gone up. He was holding her there against him and once he began climbing, she pushed her arms around his neck, her legs easily sliding around his waist as she looked down at the ground, scared and confused.

How was he doing this? She wasn't a large girl by any stretch of the imagination but he was climbing with her so effortlessly. How? How was he able to do that? She looked at his face; his skin was pale and it was obvious he didn't get much sunlight. The fingers around his neck touched the bare skin and for the first time she could really feel him. His skin was tough; soft like a human but somehow reminding her of a cows hide. There was something so very wrong about him, the signs all pointed to something wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was. He was almost inhuman.

When he lept from wall to wall she buried her face in his neck. Heights had never been something she liked much, and the sting in her arm was buried back in her mind. She felt the dampness of the blood, but her mind was a mixture of feelings as she heard the gunshots fire from a distance below them. When the clang of the doors ricocheted through the alley, she gasped, terrified, but when she opened her eyes they were just coming to the rooftops.

"Are you alright? You're bleeding." Dazed, Alyson looked at her arm and noticed the blood, the stinging miraculously coming back ten fold. She sucked in a sharp breath and looked at her arm, pulling it close to her. It was sliced, but there was no bullet would. One of the stray bullets must have grazed her arm and she stared at it horrified. How had this happened?

Her eyes were back on him, mystified for a moment before she scowled at him and without thinking she punched him as hard as she could in the arm. "You idiot! Why would you...? They had guns!" She snapped, shaking her head and looking at her arm again before the anger subsided slightly. He'd saved her, even if he'd put her in danger. It was the second time that night she had not only been nearly killed at his hands, but also saved. "What are you?" She asked, gulping and watching him closely. "No one can do that! No one can throw a man like that, you're, what, like 150 pounds?!" It made no sense! "And climbing that building? Somethings just... what are you!" She demanded again, stepping away from him.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Sebastian watched Alyson carefully. She was tough but he was unsure if she was going to faint at the sight of the blood. Then he recalled when she had hurt her foot and practically bled all over his room. Nobody was as much of a hassle as this girl had been in the short time that she'd been around. Maybe that was why he didn't let them stick around. He didn't want to deal with their messes and their human problems.

When she punched him in the arm he didn't bother to move. He could feel it but it didn't hurt in the slightest. Not only was she human, but she was a girl. And girls didn't know how to punch the way a man did. But he couldn't keep himself from smiling at her when she did it, blowing up like a firecracker as she got her bearing back. She wanted to know what, exactly? Why he got up and caught their attention? Why he took her there? Why, why why?

"When we went there I didn't know they were going to have a shootout in the middle of the restaurant. That's not something that usually happens." He told her in a condescending sort of tone and let out a sharp gasp, groaning a bit but trying to keep his face calm. He was hurting but he didn't want to show it. Even though his face was starting to flush a bit. "And what did you expect? Were you going to sit there and calmly enjoy your meal? I don't think so." He told her as his reasoning for getting up. Truth be told he liked a challenge. When there was danger near he couldn't help himself.

"...what are you!"

She was demanding to know what he was. She clearly had the notion that he wasn't human and he stared at her a bit dully. He knew she was a smart one. It didn't take her long to notice something was wrong. "It's a secret." He told her in a teasing little voice and started to walk along the rooftop a bit slower than usual. "I don't think you're ready to know it yet."

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

When he told her it was a secret she could feel her hands clench at her sides, her teeth gritting as she wanted to stomp around, throwing a full fledged tantrum. Why was he being so mysterious! Why couldn't he just like a normal human being! Because he isn't one! She reminded herself and had to stop herself form screaming in frustration.

This wasn't fair. Everything was all about him, all the time. Why dd he allow her life and curiosity to hang like that? Alyson huffed, remembering their deal. He wouldn't love her if she continued this outburst, but he'd gone and pissed her off again, like it was something new. No one had ever frustrated her more than that prick!

When he began to walk away she noticed his back suddenly, and the way he walked. He had less of his peacock stride now, and his back was drenched in blood, and she got the very strong feeling it was not her own.

Oh shit, he's been shot!

Jaw slack, she didn't know what to do. On the one hand she felt he'd deserved it, but then she chastised herself for thinking that. He almost killed you! TWICE! She reminded herself, but it wasn't enough to make her truly want him dead. She had a hard exterior, but inside she was still soft and girly.

"Sebastian, you're bleeding." She couldn't recall having used his name to his face much prior to that moment and she stepped after him. "We need to get you to a hospital!" She insisted, dropping her angry act all together. "You were shot!" She suddenly felt ill and had to look away. How the hell had this night gone to shit so epicly!