"Good," Nathan murmured simply, sliding the glass back into her hands as he supplied it with more rusty coloured liquid. While leaving a hand on the thick handle belonging to the pitcher, her lifted his own cup to her lips and allowed the liquid to drain down his throat. The sweet taste was enough to make Nathan pause and savor the taste before viciously taking another gulp. He contently watched the hungry expression etch deeper into her eyes.

Nathan's lips stretched up into a crooked grin, watching Leaf ponder over the contents of the glass. He found himself deeply intrigued by the outlines of her face, and continued gazing until she had consumed everything the glass had to offer. He let out an amused chuckle befor proceding to take a long swip of the rich blood he had poured for himself. Reaching across the counter-top he pulled the stained glass to the pitcher and commenced in refilling it for her. "How'd you like it?" Nathan inquired.

"I figured that's what you would think," Jackson chuckled, his lips stretching into a crooked grin. He briefly pushed his lips to hers, before pulling away and tugging her gently with him.

Victoria nodded numbly, peeling her hand from his to pointed a finger to the nearby shrubs,"I'll scare it out if you take the kill?" She questioned.

{Im so sorry it took me so long to respond!!! My muse had been so low! It's hard for me to write so much now! My teachers stole my writing muse !}

Of course Soni had panicked, Trouble was merely minutes from death. And no matter how much he annoyed Kip, and how he was frightened by Mira, and how he stubbornly managed to pester Soni with a mountain of words, Trouble had-in one way or other-grown apart of their tight netted circle that they called a family. Of course Soni had panicked, they had already lost kind mis-fits and people, Trouble nor anyone else needed to join the captured or dead toll. As a short burst if confusion erupted into the clustered van, Soni threw her hands up in innocents, but did not back away from the gurney that the boy stretched out on, as if showing her disapproval of fighting but her will to do so if needed. But it quickly proved no need for a tussle, so Soni obeyed reluctantly, firmly twining her fingers around the cold metal bars that lined the rolling cot with Trouble, using it to steady herself, and using it to keep near to Trouble; she did not trust the men with his life, neither did she with the secret of his wings. Seeing that it did not alarm the medics anymore that she had wings resting on her back, she seized the opportunity to unfurl them from her side, taking up any extra room that the vehicle had to offer up with dark spiked feathers. As if the messenger in charge of bringing thoughts to her attention had only just arrived into her mind, Soni cringed, boy did she hate being away from Kip and Mira, especially now that the schools arrogant minions could be paroling the streets to pick up little winged-children and stuff them into bags. She felt her stomach twist with the long to have some comfort that the were alright and nearby, but she would have to wait and hope they could find their own way to the hospital to reunite. The second little messenger that traveled her mind seemed to peek into her head; the van. The van smelt so familiar, that, that, twangy, metallic, thick and suffocating, hospitalized stench. The School. That was what it reminded her of. Soni let a coughing-choke tumble from her lips, unconditionally allowing the smell to overwhelm her momentarily. She clawed discreetly at her throat, as if she could pull the heavy hearted reminder from her lungs. It took her a long moment, filled with gasping and sighs to regain her sanity-for her to be able to remember she was indeed not at the school, but on her way to save Trouble, and to meet up with Kip and Mira. Soni wanted Trouble to live so badly, she couldn't possibly see anyone going on the save the other misfits if Trouble died, there had been enough disappointments and discouragement. "It'll be fine, Trouble. You're gonna be fine," even though he lay unconscious, Soni mumbled this to him anyways, on behalf of their family.


David leapt at the chance to do something helpful, almost instantly supplying the information that the wolf-ish girl had inquired,"The hospital is north of here, only about a mile or two down the road. If you guys can't…erm…fly there, I can grab my truck. We can get there about the same time they do, but probably not faster, even if we are breaking the speed limit, since they got a head start," David already began to retreat into the crowd the direction he had come from, but only a mere foot or two, still struggling to catch the few spare words that appeared to aggravate the stranger that he did not yet know as Becka the only decent eraser. While waiting for her to spit the few fowl sentences from her mouth, he scanned to last stragglers that hovering by the dispersing scene. He could pick out Skye, who seemed to be rambling on to someone with an expression in which he interpreted as a mix between irritation and a slight bit of concern, but nothing of the concern that was decorating the face of the little girl Mira he had met. He picked her out again instantly, along with the male figure she was wailing to. David quickly assumed it was Kip, the name Mira had begged for so desperately earlier. David seemed confused by the conversation the girl tried to continue,"Another little girl? It was only Mira and Trouble that were here, another girl was never in front of the crowd-or near them as far as I could see!" He admitted sheepishly, shrugging his broad shoulders to offer his apologies,"Sorry." He brushed his callused fingers throughout his hair, then adjusted his coat and whisked a hand anxiously through his hair again.