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"It really depends" he said taking another bite from his food "when it. Ones to satisfying my killer personality being a demon hunter is the best job and my other personality loves freedom, to do anything it wants and take it by force if needed" he partly hoped he wasn't scaring her "those personalities come depending on the form I take, when I fight I can chose this form or my hybrid form. My hybrid form is a mix between my killer side and me. Then there's blue flame Cerberus, my final form, it's the actual form that is known to everyone else, my killer, free and my own personality are mixed and that is what gives us the three heads"

Quietly, she listened while he spoke, taking a level of interest in his complexity. While he spoke, she took a few bites of her food, but mostly was entirely focused on him and what he was saying. She couldn't entirely imagine having more than one personality... it seemed intimidating. Having a wolf-side to her own personality was hard enough... but having more than one would be strange. "Oh." One question itched to be asked. "So... is it possible for you to hate someone, but one of your other forms to not hate them? Because of differing personalities?"

"To be honest" he said finishing his food "I never really got so close to someone before..." he had quick blank look but caught himself and gave her a fake smile "but i'm guessing that, it probably be like when Hades wa--"

He dropped his knife and fork and started coughing, he wasn't choking but instead he was groaning in pain,his body dropped to the floor as he struggled with the pain running through his body. A flash of red light came in through the windows before it shattered and from the now open widow stepped a lady in leather clothing of black and red accents. "This wretched place needs a make over" she spat, her deep black hair flowed like a current of water on the floor behind her as she walked. "Is that my pet?" she asked with a smile, her dark red lips looked like she'd made them up with blood.

Vince was rolling back and fourth on the floor but now, he coloured the floor blood everytime he coughed. A lack strand of hair was stuck to his bottom lip left corner and led into his mouth "H-Help..." he could barely make out his plea

Marina was a little surprised by his confession, but surprise rapidly turned to worry when he started coughing and fell to the floor. Instinctively, she stood up. The entrance of a strange woman put her on edge and she gritted her teeth, but didn't dare to make a noise. She moved to Vin's side fast and tried to figure out what to do, glancing between him and the woman. What was wrong with him? Who was that woman? What was she supposed to do? What could she do? A sense of helplessness washed over her, but she pushed it back, glaring at the woman, while she tried to get Vin to hold still. "What did you do to him?!"

"oh, the pet has a pet" she laughed at Marina "my darling, I am only claiming what is mine" she held out her hand in Vince's direction and the strand of hair pulled vincent towards her, Vince yelled in pain as he felt the pain of his insides feeling like they were being pulled out of his mouth.

She her long red nails dug into Vince's neck as she pulled him up to stand "He-help..."Vince choked but he felt like he was going to lose consciousness. He ripped open his shirt and on his upper abs was a tattoo shaped in a weird symbol. The woman's eyes went wide as vince slit his palm with her nails and slammed the blood soaked hand into the symbol. The tattoo licked up in tiny flames and the oman lost all forms of power on Vince.

He slammed his palms into her sending her flying through the open window "Hurry" vince said "We gotta leave now" He tried to catch his footing but he felt slightly dazed "Get me out please" he asked of Marina still coughing blood.

Marina growled as soon as the woman laughed, but she didn't know how to fight this kind of person. She watched in horrified silence, hardly comprehending what was happening. When he threw the woman through the window, Marina found her courage and moved to his side rapidly, wrapping her arms around him to stabilize him. "Okay." She wasn't sure if she should go out the front... or if there was another way out of the building. So, she moved carefully, not wanting him to fall, aiming for the front door, but looking around for alternative options.

"though the back door, i-it leads to an alley. Few blocks down and we'll reach my place" he whispered to her, he didn't want anyone to catch what he said "Jim?" he called out, looking around hi vision was still blurry and his feet felt like jelly but he was able to make out someone laying on the floor that resembled Jim.

"He's knocked out, good, okay lets go" he said leaning against her shoulder as they mae for the door, he was surprised though, he may not look it but he weighed the same as his giant three headed self even in his human form.

Marina obeyed, leading the way to the back door. She kicked the door open, because she didn't have time to fumble with locks or handles right now, and helped him along the alleyway. He was heavy. She was thankful that being a werewolf meant being a little stronger and faster than the average human. "Okay." Part of her wanted to bolt, but she didn't dare to leave him behind or try to push him too move too fast. So, she focused on moving forward, letting him dictate the pace.

Vince stopped in his tracks and hacked up a little, coughing violently until a lock of very long black hair was spat out. He looked at in disgust and wiped his bottom lip "Well now I know how she found me" he said brushing his hands on his trousers then quickly but gently taking her hand and taking her to his apartment. The complex was pretty standard, same type of rooms all the way up and on the 7 yh floor out of 12 was his room.

He slammed the door behind him clutched his tattoo tight then groaned in pain, the fire flames of the tattoo that was on his upper abs had left his skin charred in the pattern of the symbol and the blood soaked into his shirt "I'm sorry for this ..." He said stumbling into the kitchen as he spoke to her, rummaging around he found a med kit lying in the utinsals drawer "do you mind fixing me up? It'll be easier for me it you did it" he said to marina as he handed her the first aid box.

It was difficult for her to not gag when she saw him cough up a hair. She grimaced, looking visibly sickened, but she didn't make any noise. Normally, having a guy hold her hand would've made her nervous and blush, but she was too focused on worrying about him... and the possibility of having that woman come after them, that she didn't think anything of him taking her hand.

Marina followed him closely, even once inside his apartment, worried. She accepted the first aid kit and opened it. First aid wasn't her area of expertise, but she knew a little bit... enough to be of some help. "Okay. Um... first off, you should probably take off your shirt so I can clean it." Finding something in the kit for cleaning the wound wasn't too hard, and she had a vague idea of how to do it.

Vince slowly and gently removed his shirt, tossing it to one side he looked at the wound tutting at it "dammit it hurts each and every damn time" he couldn't help but look at his burnt and charred skin around the tattoo "thanks by the way" he said smiling at her softly "I bet you have more questions than you already asked, and I intend to answer them but, they WILL sound bizarre"

Gently, she started cleaning away the blood and disinfecting the area, trying hard to not hurt him. "After what I saw back there... I think I could believe pretty much anything you told me." She smiled at him, trying to alleviate the mood. "I mean... it's not everyday you see something like that." Carefully, she put a bandage over the wound, hoping that it would be enough to keep it clean and avoid infection.

He flinched at her touch a few times "well would you believe me when I tell you that, the woman from hell is actually a Greek god... Oh not just any, the godess of the underworld, Hades" he looked at her waiting for a reaction that would be priceless. The concept of a higher power was hard for people to believe but saying there's more than one from another culture seemed to sound bizarre and over the top.

Marina tried hard to be gentle, pausing whenever he flinched. "I thought Hades was a man?" She looked slightly confused and a little bit frightened. That was Hades? She'd been looking at the god... er goddess of death? For a moment or two, she froze, just looking at him in a mix of confusion, fear, and distress.

"That look is priceless, I wish I had my phone" he chuckled, twisting around as she wrapped the bandage around his abdomen. He tucked it in and felt a little dizzy, losing his balance a little ending up closer to her than she may feel comfortable with. He caught his balance but didn't move "hey" he said in a quiet tone to her with a charming smile

Marina blushed, embarrassed at him laughing. "I asked a serious question..." She mumbled, finishing up bandaging his chest. Suddenly, he was leaned very close to her, their faces only inches apart. Her cheeks turned even brighter red. "H-hi." Something about his smile made her feel jittery inside.

He glanced down at her lips then back up to her eyes, his breathing became calm and quiet "serious or not, it looks adorable on you either way" he said with a smile, he leaned in further until their lips were touching, he pressed gently onto the kiss and placed gentle hands on her waist.

His glance at her lips made her cheeks burn, turning darker red. She was about to protest him calling her adorable, but she lost her train of thought when his lips touched hers. "Oh." Was all she managed to get out of her mouth before she returned the kiss, shyly setting one hand on his shoulder. Part of her was afraid to hurt him because he was already injured, but for now, just this kiss was enough.

Vince was lost in the kiss, his attention was in her completely but it felt like he was on air. His ears burned a hot red as the kiss went on and eventually, they parted lips. Catching his breath, he felt like he'd ran the length of one side I of USA to the other because his heart was racing faster than a cheetah tied to a jetpack on ice.

He looked into her eyes, lost for a moment "ow" he said quietly chuckling and wincing. He'd pulled her body against his and his wounded abdomen was pressed firmly against hers.

Marina got lost in the kiss, feeling like the world faded away and for the moment it was only the two of them that mattered. When they parted, she panted softly. It felt like he'd sucked the breath right out of her, leaving her feeling like she'd run a marathon. His eyes pulled her in and kept her completely entranced by him, until he spoke... making her realize they were pressed against each other. "Ah..." She looked worried, glancing down at his wounded torso.