It was quiet, to quiet for this time of night. None of the usual sounds could be heard, save for the wind that was blowing through the trees followed by the occasional distant thunder. Thick, black stormclouds began to gather on the horizon, completely blocking out the stars and eventually even the moonlight was dimmed. Even the air seemed to hold a feel of tension, as if everything was waiting in anticipation for the coming storm.
With another crash of thunder and a bright flash of lightening, a thick curtain of rain began to fall from the cloudy sky. Millions of ripples formed on the lake surface from each droplet of rain, while others fell from where they had landed on the leaves of trees before finally reaching the water of the lake. Next to the once still waters lay what appeared to be some kind of large animal, but a closer look would prove that it was not just some animal that had happened to come to the lake during this wild storm.

Lying there completely unmoving was a young woman. She was small and petite with milky white skin that made her incredible long black hair seem that much darker. Her eyes were closed making it impossible to tell what color they were, and just from a glance it was clear that she was not only completely unclothed but also hurt as well. Her body was covered with dark bruises, and on her shoulder and stomach were two deep stab wounds that were allowing her blood to slowly flow towards the ground. From the looks of things she had been left there by her attacker, who had apparently hoped that she would just die there leaving no evidence of their actions. However, though it was just barely, she was still alive and there was no telling who or what may come this way before the night ended. Although with the storm still raging as it was there was no guarantee anyone would find the injured woman before daybreak, and by then she may already be long dead.

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A wolf jogged though his lands and surveyed the area. His coat was a onyx color with natural silver highlights that shone brightly with the flashes of lightening. He stopped before a large tree thinking that he should have done the sweep of his territory when the storm receeded. The canine Jumped up the to the highest branch of the tree and transformed before his feet made contact with the bark. Pointed ears potruded from the side of his head. Spikey black hair stood erect on his head. Some of the spikes fell limply in front of his left eye. The wold demon's eyes were a blazing red. They were outlined with a bright yellow and the pupils were cat-like. His eyes held hatred and a hidden sadness. He had an incredible build which made him out to be intimidatingly dangerous. A black cloak billowed behind him as the wind blew. He wore a dark black pair of pants and a dark sleeved dress shirt. On the left side of his dress shirt, just above the breast, was a beautifully hand sewn wolf design.

Wanting to finish the sweep quickly he sniffed the air. A scent of blood wafted into his nostrils. The hair at the back of his neck bristled in alarm. The blood was still fresh. He leapt from the tree in his current and made his way in the direction of the lake and the scent of blood. He knew that if he did not travel fast the scent would eithe be wisked away by the rain or the raging winds would change thier course.

He came upon the lake at the breakneck speed only a wolf demon could pull of. The blood's scent was becoming stronger as he gained more ground and neared the lake. As he broke through the thick foliage of the forest he landed securely on the muddy ground. A woman was laying just before the lake in a puddle of blood and water. Her long black hair surrouned her. The wolf was astonished by the angelic view he got. The words 'Fallen Angel' came to mind as he walked closer cautiously. She seemed to be unconcious. The young woman was wounded badly from what looked to be stab woulds. At the sight of the dark marks on her skin the demon grew angry for some unkown reason and let out a deep howl that echoed through the stormy night. Regaining his composure the wolf crouched beside the dark haired woman, removed the cloak around his shoulders to cover her with it. He then lifted her into his arms and traveled back to his home to get her treated as soon as possible.

Even when she was being carried away from the place she had been found, the unconcious girl still didn't show any sign of waking up. She honestly seemed closer to dead then alive, which meant she had to have been out there for a much longer span of time then one might think. However, she wasn't dead yet and that was probably somewhat surpising with how beat up she had looked.

The biggest danger right now was the fact that she was still bleeding from both stab wounds, and that alone probably would have killed her had she not been found when she was. However, the cloak that was wrapped around her did manage to keep her from bleeding to badly but it was still uncertain as to whether or not she would even survive after all this was said and done.

The wolf demon rushed into his castle. "My Lord!", a servant said in alarm,"What has happened?" The wolf faced the servants direction. Malice was in his eyes which was unnatural. The Lord was never one to reveal any kind of emotion to anyone, not even family members. The servant shrunk back feeling minuscule in her master's intense gaze. The Lord gave no explanation. He simply said,"Get Johnathon. Now." The servant was terrified and muttered a quick,"Yes, sir." She bowed low and set off to find the medic. The wolf turned and took off in the opposite direction, to the his private section of the castle.

A guard stood in front of the door to his room. Seeing him coming the guard opened the door for him. Once in the room, the lord walked over to the side of the bed and set the young woman down. Though the door had remained open there was a short knock followed by a soft voice. "What did you do now Damien?" The Lord Damien looked on analyzing the woman. He knew he could not judge her species by her appearances alone. "Patch her up and just go John.", Damien spoke with little emotion. Sometime in the walk to the room he had gotten a bearing on them. "Sure, my Lord."

John walked in and stood beside his master and friend. A bowl of water with a rag within was in one hand while gauze and a needle and thread was in the other. Damien looked on as John removed the cloak and placed it on the other side of the bed. John grasped the bottom of the woman's shirt and lifted it up just above her ribs. Johnathon had began to cleanse the young woman's body of the blood. When he finished John pulled the collar of her shirt over her shoulder and cleaned that area. The wound in that area didn't seem to need stitches so he simply placed a gauze over it. Moving back down to the gash on her stomach and began to sew up that would. John was working slow and with precision. Damien could help but think it would be horrible if she woke up as John was still sewing her up.

As luck would have it she didn't wake up, but while that was good for the current situation it could still be a cause for concern. Then again, considering she had almost bled to death she could be out for a while depending on how long it took her to heal enough to wake up.

Although now there were a few more questions that were probably going unsaid at the moment. First off what was some woman doing out in this area, and second why did she look as if someone had tried to kill her? Either someone dragged her out there after they had attacked her, or they found her out in the forest and tried to kill here there. No matter what the answer was, there was no way of knowing for sure until this unknown woman woke up. The only catch was there was no guarantee she could answer anything even then.

When Johnathon had finished dressing the unconscious woman's would he gathered the supplies that he used and got ready to leave for his room. Damien grabbed a chair that he always kept in the right corner of the room beside the window and set the chair by the head of the bed. "Don't stay up too long.", called Johnathon. A hint of worry laced his words. The woman lying in the bed had a similar aura to that of Damien's deceased lover. The princess had been sweet and kind. She had been the only one to make Damien smile. Back then Damien had only been the princess' bodyguard. They had spent every waking moment together. Eventually they had fallen in love. It was not to be for the couple. The young princess had died in a riot. The people of their kingdom despised Damien for not being born into the higher class. They had felt as though he would be tainting the royal princess. An attack planned for him had killed the princess when she shielded his body with her own, just as he had done countless times before. They adored him now because he offers protection for the people, most of which by his own hand.

Sitting in the seat Damien watched over the woman. Although he wanted to ignore Johnathon he knew he could not. "Don't worry about me Johnathon. I'll be fine. You should get some rest." John's face held sadness as he stared at the back of his Lord's head. With a sigh John turned and left the room, shutting the door securely behind him. Silence enveloped the room. Thoughts surfed throughout Damien's mind. Some were of happier times, while others were of times he wished he could forget. The princess' death had made him cold inside and turned his heart to ice. Damien's eye began to flutter ten minutes after John had left. As the darkness took him captive his last thoughts were of the woman lying in his bed. In a death-like slumber.

"What.....how did I get here?"

That was the first thought that went through Meiv's mind when she finally woke up, revealing that her eyes were two completely different colors. Her right eye was a deep blue color while her left was violet, but what made it even stranger was how rare such a thing was in any race. However she wasn't thinking about that as she moved to sit up, but bit back a hiss of pain as she cringed from where she was still wounded.
She couldn't remember much of what happened, all she could recall was being dragged out into the forest and then nothing. She couldn't even say who had attacked her because everything was so blurry that it was near impossible to remember. Not only that but she didn't even know why she was attacked in the first place, so either way that certainly wasn't going to be much help.

For a few seconds she just sat there without moving until the pain finally faded off, then she began to slowly glance around the room for any clue as to how she got there or where she was. However, her only real answer to how she got there was when she caught sight of someone sitting in a nearby chair. He wasn't familiar to her that much was obvious, but she had to guess he'd brought her here for some reason. However from the looks of things he was asleep so she kept perfectly silent just so she didn't wake him up by any chance.

Breathing. Damien heard an uneven breathing. He knew the type having suffered it many times before. It was the kind of unsteady intake of breath you develop when injured. You get into an uneven rhythm in an attempt to lessen the pain. Damien slowly woke, but refrained from opening his eyes or making any noticeable movement. He could feel that his face was bathed in moonlight and he did not want to make the young woman run. If the woman ran and tried to leave the castle he would know that she was up to no good and could not be trusted. Since his eyesight was not helpful at the moment he used other senses to assess the situation. Hopefully the woman would not run. Damien would take no pleasure in killing someone who reminded him of his past love. All he could do at the moment was hope things did not turn out for the worst. He could not make assumptions and think that she was harmless because she hadn't really moved yet because he knew first hand how disoriented one becomes after being knocked unconscious.

Well in this case Meiv was not sure what she should do now. Here she was in some strange room with some man she had never met before now, in most cases that was not a good equation right there. However, Meiv didn't feel like she was in a threatening situation but still she stayed on guard. Her first idea was to try and run for it, but that didn't make much sense really. She didn't even know where she was, so running when she was already lost wouldn't be a good idea. Not only that but with her injuries she had all ideas she wouldn't get very far.

"Well guess I'm stuck for now." Meiv thought to herself as she took the chance to get a better look at the room she was now in. At the same time she kept her eyes on the still sleeping figure in case he decided to try anything while he thought she was off guard. That is if he was even still asleep and not just trying to fool her.

When the woman in the bed didn't make any movement to escape Damien thought it wise to reveal to her that he was awake. If she found out he had been pretending it might not give her a good impression of what his intentions were. Damien shifted his position slightly when a cloud covered the moon and draped the room in darkness. He moved quickly without sound and though of how he would initiate a conversation with her. Loosing focus his arm slipped as he was about to stand up in his chair. He was swift enough to catch himself but there was a slapping sound caused by his hand making contact with the wood. Damien jerked his head in the direction of the young woman fully lifting himself up and out of the uncomfortable chair. Half of him silently hoped that she would just think he had almost fallen out of his seat while his other half wished that she didn't because it made him seem clumsy.

Meiv jumped at the sudden sound and moved as if she were ready to start running if necessary. However, even that movement cause more pain to flare up from her injuries, but she forced herself to ignore it as her two colored eyes glanced in the direction the sound had come from. With the moonlight being hidden by clouds now she couldn't really see anything, making it difficult to tell what had caused the sound. Still she was ready to make a run for it if there was anything there that might be a threat.

Okay so maybe she was getting a little defensive rather quick, but she had to. She couldn't afford to let her guard down even once because that was a fast way to get killed, which was probably what ended up getting her into this mess in the first place.

Luckily for Damien he hadn't been noticed yet. As the clouds moved from their position in the sky the room was bathed in light once again. Damien decided that it was time to put his mind to rest. "It's alright.", he called out to her. Unlike every other time he had spoken to someone, Damien said this with a hint of reassurance. For so many years he had never said anything with emotion. This woman, she was different somehow. He couldn't find it himself to be cold towards her. "You are in my castle, my room as well. You have nothing to worry about. As of right now you are under my protection until you prove to be an enemy.", Damien said this in an authoritative tone as he looked at her mismatched eyes. One was blue and reminded Damien of a deep blue ocean, the other was a sparkling violet. "My name is Damien. I am the Demon Lord of this castle. Would you mind telling me your name, Miss?" Damien waited for the girl to respond.

Meiv just eyed him at first as if debating with herself whether it was safe to tell him her name or not. Then again he evidently had something to do with the fact that she was still alive right now, so she at least owed him that if nothing else.

"It's Meiv." She said but despite the non-threatening way he spoke, she was still crouched in that same position that said she was clearly ready to run if necessary. True it hurt like hell to even be sitting like that, but Meiv ignored it as always. She focused more on the current conversation, while waiting for more of an explanation if he offered one.

Damien decided to test the woman's name. "Well...Meiv, I'm sure you have questions you would like for me to answer but first I would like for you to answer a few of mine." Damien was more than willing to answer Meiv's questions. First though he needed to know if she posed no threat to his lands. Taking in her position that most likely was causing her pain Damien said, "You can relax, if you are not an enemy of my lands you should not worry so much." The first two questions that Damien wanted cleared were very simple. "Meiv, I would like to know your race and your age please.", again Damien waited to answers to his inquiry.

Well she did relax somewhat, but Meiv still looked as if she wasn't completely comfortable being here. Not that she was a threat or anything, but being in a strange place with people she knew nothing about did tend to get her edgy.

"Well, I'm a halfbreed and I'm not sure what my real age is." She told him and as strange as that sounded it was very true. As far as she could tell she'd never had any reason to really keep up with it, because with being half angel and half vampire she wouldn't ever physically age. So if she ever needed to she just gave whatever age she looked like, and left it at that.

If he wasn't satisfied with that answer then he'd just have to get over it because that was an honest answer. She wasn't even sure why she was telling him this stuff to begin with, but she could always chalk it up to the fact that he did save her life.

Damien's face remained placid. He processed the information. The halfbreeds that he had met in the past were all deformed and unproportioned. Most had been caught between their animal form and their humanoid form. At times Damien thought he was a halfdemon. He could never be sure seeing as his father had left his mother when she had been with child, with him. His mother, wanting him to have a good life, played him off as a fullbreed wolf demon. Never in all of his year had he seen someone that had such beautiful eyes. That was about the only thing that surprised him about this innocent looking woman in front of him. "Halfbreed, huh? Well, Miss Meiv I would very well like to know how you became wounded and ended up in my territory.", though Damien was not one for being patient he would be as such for her. She seemed so frail at the moment in his eyes.

"I don't know......all I know is someone snuck up on me and caught me off guard. After that I don't remember anything else that happened."

Meiv couldn't even say who attacked her, because they had kept themselves covered by a long black cloak. After being stabbed that first time, that's when she lost any awareness of what they did next and she didn't even have a logical guess as to their reasoning for coming after her. Unless it had something to do with the fact that she was a halfbreed, and that seemed fairly likely because there were plenty of people who hated her kind. Still that didn't seem to completely fit, so like it or not even she had questions about her predicament.